<?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-3337550768851366987</id><updated>2011-09-19T17:38:50.480+01:00</updated><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Blogagem Colectiva'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Tertúlia Virtual'/><category term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Diário das Insónias</title><subtitle type='html'>É nas noites mais longas que me inspiro e que transmito o que de mais profundo me vai na alma...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acreditei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei que o sol poderia brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei que o vento se tornaria numa leve brisa&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei no brilho do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei e fiquei indecisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei que poderíamos ter uma vida normal&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei quando o calor do teu toque me acalmava&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei que o sentimento era real&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei nisso quando o tom da tua voz mo insinuava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto lutar...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto te amar...&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Patrícia&lt;br /&gt;Maio 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-9144050001782652509?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/9144050001782652509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=9144050001782652509' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/9144050001782652509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/9144050001782652509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2010/05/acreditei-acreditei-que-o-sol-poderia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-115703477795560041</id><published>2010-04-24T18:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:03:10.106+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Foste, Fui, Fomos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foste o momento que passou&lt;br /&gt;Foste o sorriso que me acalmou&lt;br /&gt;Foste o sopro da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Foste o suporte da minha vida tremida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui alguém que te abraçou&lt;br /&gt;Fui alguém que te amou&lt;br /&gt;Fui o sol a cada dia nas tuas manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Fui a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nuvem&lt;/span&gt; negra que as tornou vãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos o respirar de cada suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Fomos o olhar em cada retiro&lt;br /&gt;Fomos a loucura dos loucos&lt;br /&gt;Fomos apaixonados como há poucos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Patrícia&lt;br /&gt;Abril 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-115703477795560041?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/115703477795560041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=115703477795560041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/115703477795560041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/115703477795560041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2010/04/foste-fui-fomos-foste-o-momento-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-4219479001320105817</id><published>2010-03-06T14:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:31:54.474Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento tão complexo,&lt;br /&gt;Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Tão diferente do simples sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Não o consigo perceber.&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes se confunde com o sofrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Procuro uma resposta.&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Será assim tão diferente de uma conquista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento tão abstracto.&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil encontrar o seu rasto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Março 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-4219479001320105817?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/4219479001320105817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=4219479001320105817' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4219479001320105817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4219479001320105817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-6762560333047268180</id><published>2010-02-21T19:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:40:07.231Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sobriedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma semana se passou&lt;br /&gt;mais uns momentos de magia,&lt;br /&gt;encaro hoje a realidade do que sou&lt;br /&gt;esperando pela plena alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ansiosa pelo tal dia&lt;br /&gt;em que encararei a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Espero duvidosa e com rebeldia,&lt;br /&gt;o dia da sobriedade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou turva e distorcida&lt;br /&gt;procurando uma justificação.&lt;br /&gt;Estou impaciente e perdida&lt;br /&gt;esperando pela tua atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaro toda a realidade como uma fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Procuro esquecer quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Distorço os pensamentos com a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;de quem me encontrou e não me percebeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorro à máscara do sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Escondendo a mágoa do preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Vou até onde for preciso&lt;br /&gt;para sentir que tudo é perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fevereiro 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-6762560333047268180?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/6762560333047268180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=6762560333047268180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/6762560333047268180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/6762560333047268180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobriedade-mais-uma-semana-se-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1677750498346403681</id><published>2009-12-06T02:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:43:45.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;O nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entraste na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;E sem me aperceber deixei.&lt;br /&gt;Foste sarando a minha ferida&lt;br /&gt;E abriste outra quando me apaixonei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entraste de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Como se o soalho fosse ruidoso.&lt;br /&gt;Entraste e com o teu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Traçaste um caminho tumultuoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho arriscado e sinuoso&lt;br /&gt;que nos conduzirá ao nosso destino.&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho às vezes perigoso&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não percorres sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso caminho é apenas um meio&lt;br /&gt;de alcançarmos finalmente a felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia essa será plena, é o que anseio.&lt;br /&gt;Caso contrário... ficará a saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1677750498346403681?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1677750498346403681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1677750498346403681' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1677750498346403681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1677750498346403681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-nosso-caminho-entraste-na-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1626125774444106841</id><published>2009-11-08T21:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:55:42.643Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Caminhos de vidro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Svc-P6FCbNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wIH1V7YYbcQ/s1600-h/vidro_partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401854721063546066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Svc-P6FCbNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wIH1V7YYbcQ/s200/vidro_partido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorro caminhos de vidro&lt;br /&gt;Que quebram à minha passagem&lt;br /&gt;Arrisco tudo quanto aspiro&lt;br /&gt;Enfrento a vida com coragem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorro caminhos instáveis&lt;br /&gt;Que me transformam e motivam&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos tumultuosos e questionáveis&lt;br /&gt;Instigam comportamentos que o justificam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trilho da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Deparo-me com sentimentos e emoções contraditórias&lt;br /&gt;Preparo-me para cada possível recaída&lt;br /&gt;Instigo a minha alma a aceitar as vitórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumpro o meu percurso de coração aberto&lt;br /&gt;Recorro a sentimentos e emoções&lt;br /&gt;Na busca do que estará correcto&lt;br /&gt;Ou no que me trará novas e deleitosas sensações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de me ferir e cortar...&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a percorrer o caminho de vidro...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero poder continuar&lt;br /&gt;A caminhar e arriscar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novembro 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1626125774444106841?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1626125774444106841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1626125774444106841' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1626125774444106841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1626125774444106841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/11/caminhos-de-vidro-percorro-caminhos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Svc-P6FCbNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wIH1V7YYbcQ/s72-c/vidro_partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5888170275377599751</id><published>2009-10-20T12:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:43:58.803+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Recordação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/St2iUOKyWXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HrI-aS9CZTo/s1600-h/recorda%C3%A7ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394646396944144754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/St2iUOKyWXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HrI-aS9CZTo/s320/recorda%C3%A7ao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminiscência do passado longínquo&lt;br /&gt;Traz à memória o que de mais marcante vivi&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança de um passado inócuo&lt;br /&gt;Marca-me no passado tão presente e distinto que já vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recordação dolorosa de despedidas&lt;br /&gt;Sangrou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A recordação saudosa das partidas&lt;br /&gt;Reabriu a ferida da época da afirmação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Recordação de momentos que já não voltam,&lt;br /&gt;O Recordar de sentimentos tumultuosos&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me perceber que ainda me atormentam&lt;br /&gt;E que permanecem bem teimosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outubro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5888170275377599751?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5888170275377599751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5888170275377599751' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5888170275377599751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5888170275377599751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/10/recordacao-reminiscencia-do-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/St2iUOKyWXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HrI-aS9CZTo/s72-c/recorda%C3%A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5316025263946560887</id><published>2009-10-03T20:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:34:15.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SsembXc5kGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-TeV4F4A8sY/s1600-h/abstracto015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388458468253995106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SsembXc5kGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-TeV4F4A8sY/s320/abstracto015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu na tua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Eu que procuro apenas um sinal.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu nesta corrida,&lt;br /&gt;onde não se vê o final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu neste mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Estou à espera de me encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;Quem serei no futuro?&lt;br /&gt;Será que de mim te vais lembrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal quem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Que faço para me destacar?&lt;br /&gt;Será que o meu fascínio morreu,&lt;br /&gt;ou estarei apenas a recuperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu no teu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Como gostaria de saber...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu nesta imensidão&lt;br /&gt;que é o pecado e o prazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outubro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5316025263946560887?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5316025263946560887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5316025263946560887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5316025263946560887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5316025263946560887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-sou-eu-quem-sou-eu-na-tua-vida-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SsembXc5kGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-TeV4F4A8sY/s72-c/abstracto015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1383640447718373560</id><published>2009-10-03T19:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:47:20.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Entre o bem e o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SsecFYkgbkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uihud2RCK9c/s1600-h/bememal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388447095480938050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SsecFYkgbkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uihud2RCK9c/s320/bememal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que tudo o que é bom&lt;br /&gt;tem o seu lado cruel?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que tudo o que é mau&lt;br /&gt;tem o seu lado de mel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma incoerência desanimadora&lt;br /&gt;que me leva à dúvida e à insegurança&lt;br /&gt;É algo que me atordoa&lt;br /&gt;e me faz perder toda a confiança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;encontro o cruel e o mel&lt;br /&gt;Entre o bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;Emaranho-me profundamente no teu fel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o mal pode ser tão doce&lt;br /&gt;e o bem tão atroz?&lt;br /&gt;Como queria que tudo fosse&lt;br /&gt;tão aprazível como quando estamos sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é possível que de um momento bom&lt;br /&gt;consiga encontrar tanta mágoa e contrariedade?&lt;br /&gt;Não seria tão mais simples poder ter o dom&lt;br /&gt;de aproveitar o momento sem pensar na realidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outubro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1383640447718373560?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1383640447718373560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1383640447718373560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1383640447718373560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1383640447718373560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/10/entre-o-bem-e-o-mal-porque-e-que-tudo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SsecFYkgbkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uihud2RCK9c/s72-c/bememal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1194738226554217881</id><published>2009-10-01T19:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:12:33.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Por Vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/moon" target="_blank" o="'1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes pergunto-me por onde andas,&lt;br /&gt;interrogo-me porque desapareces&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes entendo o modo como emanas&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo é porque me esqueces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes gostaria de aqui te ter&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes queria aqui te sentir&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes gostaria de te puder ver&lt;br /&gt;para mais uma vez me fazeres sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes esqueço quem és&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes esqueço quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes caio a teus pés&lt;br /&gt;pois a paixão por ti brotou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes o sempre é efémero&lt;br /&gt;acaba quando menos se espera&lt;br /&gt;por vezes é mais eterno&lt;br /&gt;ou apenas uma simples quimera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas por vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu mundo gira com o teu&lt;br /&gt;para até à lua pudermos subir&lt;br /&gt;E o teu coração ser meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outubro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1194738226554217881?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1194738226554217881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1194738226554217881' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1194738226554217881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1194738226554217881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-vezes-por-vezes-pergunto-me-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2199026866320689872</id><published>2009-09-27T17:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:47:25.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sr-V0MFdFlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vRgdvvM9_uw/s1600-h/adorote4ve3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386188403188242002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sr-V0MFdFlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vRgdvvM9_uw/s320/adorote4ve3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te pelo que és&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te pelo que me fazes ser&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te porque na felicidade crês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e me fazes querer acordar a cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te quando sorris&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te quando me olhas&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te quando o teu olhar me diz&lt;br /&gt;que também me adoras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te como um diamante&lt;br /&gt;Que me ilumina e dá alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te porque te adoro&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar o porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te porque por ti choro&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu olhar não se vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te porque és assim&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te porque me fazes bem&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te simplesmente porque sim&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te e quero-te para mim também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te pela tua loucura&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te pela tua frescura&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, adoro-te porque me fazes feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mais imagens para orkut " href="http://agox.agox.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/sabater_wb/imagens/Smiles/smilley_yt5h.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2199026866320689872?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2199026866320689872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2199026866320689872' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2199026866320689872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2199026866320689872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/adoro-te-adoro-te-pelo-que-es-adoro-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sr-V0MFdFlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vRgdvvM9_uw/s72-c/adorote4ve3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5868096673146923123</id><published>2009-09-26T21:21:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:17:53.680+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogagem Colectiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Blogagem Colectiva - "COMO VOCÊ ESCOLHE SEUS AMIGOS?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasdemilene.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385874514345555410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sr54VdBlddI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wbJQh6W7sXE/s320/blogagem+coletiva+do+Ideias+de+Milene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como explicar como escolho os meus amigos... eles simplesmente aparecem na minha vida e me conquistam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-10.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731737851152&amp;amp;site=widget-10.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731737851152&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731737851152&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=3242591731737851152&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731737851152&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;São parte da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Tornam a vida mais colorida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes longe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre no coração&lt;br /&gt;Basta um chamamento hoje&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã já cá estão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos agradeço&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo comigo passado&lt;br /&gt;Uma certeza é que não me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;de nenhum momento vivenciado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela vossa amizade&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelo vosso carinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem vocês minha vida era uma enfermidade&lt;br /&gt;Convosco consigo seguir o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos de sempre, para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos de hoje e de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-vos a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mais imagens para orkut " href="http://agox.agox.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/sabater_wb/imagens/Garfield/ga003.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;por tornarem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a minha vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mais colorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5868096673146923123?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ideiasdemilene.blogspot.com/' title='Blogagem Colectiva - &quot;COMO VOCÊ ESCOLHE SEUS AMIGOS?&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5868096673146923123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5868096673146923123' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5868096673146923123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5868096673146923123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogagem-colectiva-como-voce-escolhe.html' title='Blogagem Colectiva - &quot;COMO VOCÊ ESCOLHE SEUS AMIGOS?&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sr54VdBlddI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wbJQh6W7sXE/s72-c/blogagem+coletiva+do+Ideias+de+Milene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-68446773168396303</id><published>2009-09-21T07:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:54:14.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Srcn5F5YWfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O6SalnuNDds/s1600-h/no-escuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383815741333592562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Srcn5F5YWfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O6SalnuNDds/s320/no-escuro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do pecado&lt;br /&gt;Instalo o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Pronto para ser julgado,&lt;br /&gt;Disposto a perecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio atormentada,&lt;br /&gt;Caminho para a esse julgamento&lt;br /&gt;Já estou condenada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a salvação&lt;br /&gt;No constante deambular,&lt;br /&gt;Na busca da compreensão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão da alma&lt;br /&gt;Defronto suplícios sombrios&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompanham na calma&lt;br /&gt;E me exaltam arrepios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do teu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro alguma luz,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me possa esclarecer,&lt;br /&gt;O que em ti me seduz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo qualquer salvação,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas vejo o teu pesar&lt;br /&gt;Pela tua condição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão deparo-me também,&lt;br /&gt;Com a solução para o conflito.&lt;br /&gt;Adopto o caminho do bem,&lt;br /&gt;Profetizo isso num grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-68446773168396303?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/68446773168396303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=68446773168396303' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/68446773168396303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/68446773168396303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-escuridao-na-escuridao-do-pecado.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Srcn5F5YWfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O6SalnuNDds/s72-c/no-escuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2366302797431673580</id><published>2009-09-18T00:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:06:42.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/Misc/Brazil_Orkut/brazil_orkut_000lPort8ak.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade…&lt;br /&gt;Que palavra tão portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Saudade…&lt;br /&gt;Quase se confunde com tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é a nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;É a falta de algo que passou&lt;br /&gt;É o pesar da alegria&lt;br /&gt;e a dor de quem amou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade…&lt;br /&gt;Que palavra tão bela.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade…&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera não senti-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade…&lt;br /&gt;É a mágoa de quem fica,&lt;br /&gt;o desespero de quem parte&lt;br /&gt;é um sentimento que não se explica&lt;br /&gt;mas que se sente e se combate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;quando me recordo dos demais&lt;br /&gt;saudade é quando pressinto&lt;br /&gt;que o passado não volta mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade… é o que sinto por ti&lt;br /&gt;Saudade… é o que sinto agora&lt;br /&gt;quando estás distante fico na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;quando estás comigo nasce a aurora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade… que sentimento tão nobre&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza… que sentimento tão pobre&lt;br /&gt;No fundo são a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Mas saudade tem a sua beleza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2366302797431673580?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2366302797431673580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2366302797431673580' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2366302797431673580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2366302797431673580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade-saudade-que-palavra-tao_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2663904238707621439</id><published>2009-09-17T23:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:46:45.538+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mais ou menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blingcheese.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s235/revmyspace2/graphics/Misc/Brazil_Orkut/brazil_orkut_93ahl.jpg" title="MySpace Comments" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2663904238707621439?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blingcheese.com/preview/Misc/Brazil_Orkut/brazil_orkut_93ahl.jpg' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2663904238707621439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2663904238707621439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2663904238707621439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2663904238707621439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-ou-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5163324009431596545</id><published>2009-09-15T01:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:26:54.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Ser Feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" width="350" src="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" height="300" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/butterflies.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia alguém me disse&lt;br /&gt;que para ser feliz bastava acreditar&lt;br /&gt;esqueceu-se foi de me dizer&lt;br /&gt;que para isso também é preciso lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é uma arte&lt;br /&gt;é algo que se procura constantemente&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é poder amar-te&lt;br /&gt;E contigo estar eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz é algo que não se explica&lt;br /&gt;não é para um aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;mas para quem constantemente se aplica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem se aplica na busca da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a encontrará&lt;br /&gt;Quem desiste com facilidade&lt;br /&gt;Jamais feliz será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma busca constante&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é desconcertante&lt;br /&gt;Pois nunca a encontramos assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;É dar valor a cada sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;É eu ser a Julieta e tu o Romeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não é eterna&lt;br /&gt;Ela é efémera e volátil&lt;br /&gt;Podemos vivê-la como um urso que hiberna&lt;br /&gt;Ou aproveitá-la enquanto é versátil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É na busca da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que vivo a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento contigo é uma imensidade&lt;br /&gt;De um sentimento que me deixa estremecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para eu ser feliz é tão elementar...&lt;br /&gt;Basta deixar a razão de parte&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixar o coração me abandonar&lt;br /&gt;E conseguir por ti lutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5163324009431596545?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5163324009431596545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5163324009431596545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Olhar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sq2Gf8Ph5gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5GSBy-upXWA/s1600-h/01082009(062).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105013082940930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sq2Gf8Ph5gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5GSBy-upXWA/s320/01082009(062).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É através do olhar&lt;br /&gt;que vejo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;é através do olhar&lt;br /&gt;que te vejo lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar que mata&lt;br /&gt;o olhar que sorri&lt;br /&gt;o olhar que maltrata&lt;br /&gt;e te vê a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É através do olhar&lt;br /&gt;que mostro os meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;É através do olhar&lt;br /&gt;que faço os meus juramentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o espelho da alma&lt;br /&gt;é o tormento do pecador&lt;br /&gt;é nele que se espelha a calma&lt;br /&gt;e a angústia de um amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa tão banal&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser tão especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhares nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;verás tudo o que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhares nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Saberás o que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no teu olhar que me prendo&lt;br /&gt;É no meu olhar que me encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-3240886568298087034?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/3240886568298087034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=3240886568298087034' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3240886568298087034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3240886568298087034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/olhar-e-atraves-do-olhar-que-vejo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sq2Gf8Ph5gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5GSBy-upXWA/s72-c/01082009(062).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-4687807723215962417</id><published>2009-09-13T02:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:35:30.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do outro lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDfPn2E2uI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9XO-1eOBDO4/s1600-h/Ponte-781038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun8ZepKeCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iDuNHY0f7I0/s1600-h/real01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398123143032895522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun8ZepKeCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iDuNHY0f7I0/s200/real01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;está alguém que adoro&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;está por quem eu choro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São distâncias incontornáveis&lt;br /&gt;são barreiras que não quebram&lt;br /&gt;são laços inseparáveis&lt;br /&gt;que não sabem onde nos levam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado estás tu&lt;br /&gt;sentado a sorrir para mim&lt;br /&gt;como se fosses tabu&lt;br /&gt;e a deitar pó de perlim-pim-pim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado... deixas-me de rastos&lt;br /&gt;com uma saudade imensa&lt;br /&gt;de sentir os teus abraços&lt;br /&gt;de uma forma tão intensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;procuro no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;tão lindo e cansado&lt;br /&gt;algo que me possa afagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;estás tu com ar de malandro&lt;br /&gt;com um sorriso acanhado&lt;br /&gt;e um perfil tão brando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado está alguém&lt;br /&gt;que me aquece o coração&lt;br /&gt;que me faz rir como ninguém&lt;br /&gt;e que me faz chorar de paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, do outro lado está alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que me faz sorrir, sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que me quer bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não se quer aproximar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-4687807723215962417?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/4687807723215962417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=4687807723215962417' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2493804671880297808</id><published>2009-09-10T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:49:30.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sons Nocturnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sql0TCQ2rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4Ub6rkqYIPY/s1600-h/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379959100244667650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sql0TCQ2rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4Ub6rkqYIPY/s400/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Escuto os sons da noite&lt;br /&gt;vejo como ela é bela&lt;br /&gt;e me torna tão forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sons nocturnos&lt;br /&gt;que me relaxam&lt;br /&gt;sons tão soturnos&lt;br /&gt;mas que me acalmam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sons da noite&lt;br /&gt;transportam a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;como a água que corre na fonte&lt;br /&gt;translúcida e calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio encontro a paz,&lt;br /&gt;silêncio que me ensurdece&lt;br /&gt;e que me apraz&lt;br /&gt;com os sons que me oferece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a brisa do vento&lt;br /&gt;Tocar no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;como algo que me atropela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leve brisa&lt;br /&gt;que entra janela dentro&lt;br /&gt;corre e desliza&lt;br /&gt;como um forte vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nos sons nocturnos que encontro&lt;br /&gt;a paz para reflectir&lt;br /&gt;que me fecho em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e me deixo ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transporto-me para outra dimensão&lt;br /&gt;uma dimensão longe de tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;para um lugar onde não há paixão&lt;br /&gt;nem sofrimentos tolos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É da minha pequena janela&lt;br /&gt;que oiço o silêncio que me ensurdece&lt;br /&gt;e que me faz sonhar com cautela&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer quem me esquece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2493804671880297808?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sql0TCQ2rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4Ub6rkqYIPY/s72-c/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-8893899552527882845</id><published>2009-09-05T11:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:44:22.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogagem Colectiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Blogagem Colectiva - Vidas Linha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vidaslinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377758255859923250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SqGipCB0eTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OIqTeN0ae6Y/s400/_maodemilena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Blog Vidas Linha está a promover uma blogagem colectiva sobre o tema &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;uma experiência marcante na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como não quero destacar nenhuma pois acredito que cada experiência é marcante à sua maneira decidi publicar um pouco da minha vida em fotos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha vida é a minha experiência marcante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver é a minha experiência marcante!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Filme da minha Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xth83Q5EErc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xth83Q5EErc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogagem-colectiva-vidas-linha.html' title='Blogagem Colectiva - Vidas Linha'/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SqGipCB0eTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OIqTeN0ae6Y/s72-c/_maodemilena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-3724263747440575264</id><published>2009-08-18T01:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:43:04.827Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun-RW4_0eI/AAAAAAAAALE/Bd9RqXffw-4/s1600-h/monge_asas-copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398125202536124898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun-RW4_0eI/AAAAAAAAALE/Bd9RqXffw-4/s200/monge_asas-copy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ir para bem longe&lt;br /&gt;para um local onde me pudesse encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Queria fazer como um velho monge&lt;br /&gt;isolar-me do mundo para orar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria conhecer novos mundos&lt;br /&gt;abrir os meus horizontes&lt;br /&gt;puder falar de vários assuntos&lt;br /&gt;conhecer todas as fontes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tornar-me uma pessoa melhor&lt;br /&gt;aprender a viver com o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;ser como um pequeno beija-flor&lt;br /&gt;ser como um bonito desenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desenho onde a fantasia tem lugar&lt;br /&gt;onde a ilusão está presente&lt;br /&gt;viver fora de mim sem me abandonar&lt;br /&gt;e onde nenhuma mágoa se ressente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria viver outras vidas&lt;br /&gt;deixar de ser quem sou&lt;br /&gt;deixar para trás vidas sofridas&lt;br /&gt;esquecer o que me assombrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser perfeita&lt;br /&gt;mas isso não posso ser&lt;br /&gt;queria contar ao mundo o que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;mas isso não consigo fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;coisas que não posso ter&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter tanta força&lt;br /&gt;para um dia puder viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser alucinada&lt;br /&gt;puder viajar sem sair de mim&lt;br /&gt;Deitar a cabeça na almofada&lt;br /&gt;e viajar assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto não pensar&lt;br /&gt;ser imune ao pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que a vida tem o seu alento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria no fundo&lt;br /&gt;viver sem receios&lt;br /&gt;criar o meu próprio mundo&lt;br /&gt;viver com os meus próprios meios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agosto 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-3724263747440575264?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/3724263747440575264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=3724263747440575264' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3724263747440575264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3724263747440575264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/08/queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun-RW4_0eI/AAAAAAAAALE/Bd9RqXffw-4/s72-c/monge_asas-copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7593629988870941361</id><published>2009-08-12T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:39:28.174+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Entre o coração e a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SoIgElNuXJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-lqTtx63XSc/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+raz%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888968860294290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SoIgElNuXJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-lqTtx63XSc/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+raz%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entre a razão e o coração&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento vagueia&lt;br /&gt;entre pedaços de paixão&lt;br /&gt;estou a tecer a minha teia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão me diz&lt;br /&gt;que terei de repensar&lt;br /&gt;tudo aquilo que fiz&lt;br /&gt;e se quero continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração me diz&lt;br /&gt;aproveita o momento&lt;br /&gt;aproveita para seres feliz&lt;br /&gt;e dá valor a cada acontecimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o coração e a razão&lt;br /&gt;vou vivendo o dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;cada sentimento é um turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;que se transforma em melodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual deles estará certo?&lt;br /&gt;Coração ou razão?&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um é incerto&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de viver na alienação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agosto 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7593629988870941361?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7593629988870941361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7593629988870941361' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7593629988870941361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7593629988870941361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/08/entre-o-coracao-e-razao-entre-razao-e-o_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SoIgElNuXJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-lqTtx63XSc/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+e+raz%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2049970494824719417</id><published>2009-08-11T23:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:44:57.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDgTpxwaLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bc1qHa82MlQ/s1600-h/quem+es+tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395558981826537650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDgTpxwaLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bc1qHa82MlQ/s200/quem+es+tu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu... que apareceste inesperadamente...&lt;br /&gt;que conheci de forma estranha&lt;br /&gt;e que me envolvi apaixonadamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... que me devolveste o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;que me levas às lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;e que me fazes perder todo o juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... que me levas à loucura&lt;br /&gt;que me prendes na saudade&lt;br /&gt;que me preenches de verdade&lt;br /&gt;e quase me levas à ruptura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... que me fazes bem&lt;br /&gt;e ao mesmo tempo me corróis&lt;br /&gt;pois ora me tratas com paixão ora com desdém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... que me levas à fantasia&lt;br /&gt;que transformas o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;que me transmites toda a alegria&lt;br /&gt;que alguém poderia ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... que no meio da ambiguidade&lt;br /&gt;me deixas na incerteza&lt;br /&gt;se gostarás de mim de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu... apenas tu...&lt;br /&gt;só tu... me fazes rir, chorar, amar...&lt;br /&gt;só tu me fazes querer viver e continuar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Agosto 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2049970494824719417?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2049970494824719417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2049970494824719417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2049970494824719417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2049970494824719417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDgTpxwaLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bc1qHa82MlQ/s72-c/quem+es+tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2389503374867011022</id><published>2009-08-11T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:40:36.712+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Indecisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SoNYB4yVUOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o2BNQ-DPCl8/s1600-h/question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369231970202374370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SoNYB4yVUOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o2BNQ-DPCl8/s200/question.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não sei que fazer&lt;br /&gt;estou nesta indecisão&lt;br /&gt;não sei se te devia ver&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho essa tentação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou num impasse&lt;br /&gt;num caminho paralelo&lt;br /&gt;queria que tudo acabasse&lt;br /&gt;mas não consigo fazê-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecisão que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;que me deixa sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;com o tempo só aumenta&lt;br /&gt;em vez de diminuir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agosto 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2389503374867011022?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2389503374867011022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2389503374867011022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2389503374867011022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2389503374867011022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/08/indecisao-nao-sei-que-fazer-estou-nesta.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SoNYB4yVUOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o2BNQ-DPCl8/s72-c/question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-617884472067877512</id><published>2009-08-09T22:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:11:35.367+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Viajante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368094751440272930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sn9NvCw8fiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EPyD9xFoVu4/s400/feminino_luar.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás distante&lt;br /&gt;andas por essas estradas&lt;br /&gt;longínquas&lt;br /&gt;como um viajante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tempo tem passado&lt;br /&gt;nossos olhares deixaram de se cruzar&lt;br /&gt;este tempo tenho desejado&lt;br /&gt;não mais te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à noite observo o luar&lt;br /&gt;na esperança de desse lado&lt;br /&gt;quando em mim pensares&lt;br /&gt;estares também a olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da minha janela vejo as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;as mesmas que te iluminam&lt;br /&gt;e guiam por essas estradas&lt;br /&gt;e que tanto me fascinam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofro com a tua distância&lt;br /&gt;anseio o teu regresso&lt;br /&gt;falo-te com arrogância&lt;br /&gt;pois queria odiar-te, confesso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente isso não acontece&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais te quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;esta situação só me entristece&lt;br /&gt;em vez de me fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como gostaria de voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;como queria que tudo fosse diferente&lt;br /&gt;não fazer tudo o que me apraz&lt;br /&gt;nem algo que me atormente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agosto 2009 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-617884472067877512?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/617884472067877512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=617884472067877512' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/617884472067877512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/617884472067877512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/08/viajante-estas-distante-andas-por-essas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sn9NvCw8fiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EPyD9xFoVu4/s72-c/feminino_luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7512964729786601468</id><published>2009-07-26T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:41:38.367+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequeno Mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SmufewWv-LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hnJVeeFpdj0/s1600-h/mundo_verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362555132039919794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SmufewWv-LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hnJVeeFpdj0/s400/mundo_verde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu pequeno mundo&lt;br /&gt;existe espaço ao sentimento&lt;br /&gt;é um viver profundo&lt;br /&gt;que me remete ao sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu pequeno mundo&lt;br /&gt;cruzo-me contigo&lt;br /&gt;cruzando olhares num segundo&lt;br /&gt;tudo fica esquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu pequeno mundo&lt;br /&gt;abraço o acaso&lt;br /&gt;perco-me no teu rumo&lt;br /&gt;encontro-me no teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu pequeno mundo&lt;br /&gt;tudo fica tão perfeito&lt;br /&gt;quando o teu sorriso vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;acerta no meu coração com preceito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu mundo de aventura&lt;br /&gt;encontrei o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;bem perto da loucura&lt;br /&gt;junto do teu ninho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Julho 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7512964729786601468?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7512964729786601468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7512964729786601468' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7512964729786601468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7512964729786601468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/07/pequeno-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SmufewWv-LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hnJVeeFpdj0/s72-c/mundo_verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1733491807177186930</id><published>2009-07-11T20:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:54:42.010+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDiI8n1DxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ywe8bwZqRhA/s1600-h/beijo20na20praia1nv%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560996929867538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDiI8n1DxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ywe8bwZqRhA/s200/beijo20na20praia1nv%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida&lt;br /&gt;que nos levam ao céu&lt;br /&gt;há momentos inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;em que nos erguem um troféu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos ao sabor do vento&lt;br /&gt;ao bater das ondas&lt;br /&gt;tudo se envolve no sentimento&lt;br /&gt;das vivências mais profundas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O som que nos envolve em calmaria&lt;br /&gt;o sentir do desejo que nos percorre&lt;br /&gt;a areia desabrocha a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;enquanto toda a dúvida morre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São momentos como esses&lt;br /&gt;que nos deixam rendidos&lt;br /&gt;não nos bastarão as preces&lt;br /&gt;ficaremos mesmo assim perdidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdidos no olhar&lt;br /&gt;perdidos no sentir&lt;br /&gt;perdidos no fantasiar&lt;br /&gt;tentaremos prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o suor pelo rosto&lt;br /&gt;o calor do momento&lt;br /&gt;afastam o desgosto&lt;br /&gt;e atraem o encantamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o encantamento de um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;que nos faz perder o rumo&lt;br /&gt;o tempo pára no paraíso&lt;br /&gt;que construímos a prumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contigo o meu mundo é especial &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julho 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1733491807177186930?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1733491807177186930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1733491807177186930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1733491807177186930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1733491807177186930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDiI8n1DxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ywe8bwZqRhA/s72-c/beijo20na20praia1nv%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7316632397341521383</id><published>2009-07-11T12:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:02:49.134+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No meio da Loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Slh-lzJDz8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/w6g9T061Rdg/s1600-h/2017533_MFvPf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357170944605671362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Slh-lzJDz8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/w6g9T061Rdg/s400/2017533_MFvPf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meio da loucura descobri&lt;br /&gt;Que sou mais sã que julguei&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fiz foi por ti&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu foi por alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio da loucura&lt;br /&gt;encontrei o bem estar&lt;br /&gt;que há muito andava à procura&lt;br /&gt;e não conseguia encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste-me sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste-me viver&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste-me sentir&lt;br /&gt;Que nada devo temer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti faço loucuras&lt;br /&gt;Contigo faço o que nunca fiz&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meio de todas as torturas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que importa é que me sinto feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Julho 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7316632397341521383?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7316632397341521383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7316632397341521383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7316632397341521383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7316632397341521383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-meio-da-loucura.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Slh-lzJDz8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/w6g9T061Rdg/s72-c/2017533_MFvPf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1283360077237575468</id><published>2009-06-01T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:43:34.963+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pedaços de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SliAdDQGNyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mXfNXR2nmgQ/s1600-h/pedacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357172993334589218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SliAdDQGNyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mXfNXR2nmgQ/s400/pedacos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desfeita em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma recupera&lt;br /&gt;desaperto todos os laços&lt;br /&gt;acordo desta quimera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que emaranhado de emoções&lt;br /&gt;que sensações nunca vividas&lt;br /&gt;são sentimentos aos turbilhões&lt;br /&gt;são qualidades perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdi-me na tentação&lt;br /&gt;acordei da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;pedi a tua atenção&lt;br /&gt;feri a minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em pedaços de mim&lt;br /&gt;minha vida se encaixa&lt;br /&gt;tão partida assim&lt;br /&gt;não sou feita de borracha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que está certo?&lt;br /&gt;poderei fazer tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;sei que não é correcto&lt;br /&gt;mas não resisto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Maio 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1283360077237575468?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1283360077237575468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1283360077237575468' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1283360077237575468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1283360077237575468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedacos-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SliAdDQGNyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mXfNXR2nmgQ/s72-c/pedacos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-555584679247789063</id><published>2009-04-16T22:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:48:09.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Às pessoas que fizeram e fazem parte da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje estou nostálgica... de vez em quando dá-me para isso... apesar da minha tenra idade, (apenas um quarto de século) já dou por mim a pensar nos tempos em que era criança e "jovem". É verdade... deu-me uma saudade dos tempos de adolescência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora vejo a adolescência como uma fase maravilhosa, onde tudo é vivido intensamente, onde cada desgosto de amor é visto como um desastre, um caos, o fim. E onde cada amor é vivido intensamente com todas as forças....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi o descobrir de novos mundos, de novas realidades, foi o aprender por mim mesma o que custa a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim... que mais posso dizer... foi a adolescência. Agora vejo o quão importantes foram todas as experiências vividas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As frustrações ajudaram-me a encarar a vida com outros olhos, ensinaram-me que nada é perfeito e que nem tudo nos corre do jeito que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As alegrias ensinaram-me a viver intensamente tudo o que me rodeia, tudo o que de mais significativo existe em meu redor, ensinaram-me a valorizar o amor, a amizade, a família e o mundo em geral.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesta pequena reflexão, quero agradecer a todas as pessoas que para o bem ou para o mal se cruzaram na minha vida. Com elas aprendi muito e é graças a elas que sou quem sou hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aos meus amigos de infância que me ajudaram a crescer (Cláudia, AnaBela, Filipa, Catarina,entre tantos outros) aos meus amigos de adolescência e juventude (do secundário: Cátia, Sofia, Ruivo, Sérgito, João Pedro, João Moreira, entre outros, os amigos do grupo de jovens), aos meus amigos de faculdade (Sarita, Ana, Alentejana, João, Lena) e a todos os colegas que tive o prazer de partilhar momentos da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aos meus amores e desgostos amorosos, agradeço por terem passado pela minha vida, ensinaram-me a valorizar o amor e o que é amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao Bruno que há 7 anos me atura e que tem sempre um sorriso e uma palavra de aconchego quando mais é preciso... Obrigada por me aturares amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À minha irmã, que foi e sempre será um amparo, um porto de abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À minha mãe, que é o meu grande exemplo de vida, ao meu pai que sempre me tentou guiar pelo melhor caminho. Obrigado aos dois por me ampararem nas quedas e me ensinarem a erguer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A toda a minha família que me viu crescer e que me acompanhou no meu percurso até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É graças a estas pessoas com quem tive e tenho o prazer de partilhar a minha vida que sou o que sou hoje, e por isso decidi agradecer-lhes desta forma o facto de fazerem parte da minha ainda curta história de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-vos e adoro-vos a todos... Obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca deixem de agradecer e de dizer o quanto amam, admiram, ou simplesmente o quão importante essa pessoa é para a vossa vida... é tão simples dizer "obrigado por fazeres parte da minha vida".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-555584679247789063?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/555584679247789063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=555584679247789063' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/555584679247789063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/555584679247789063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-estou-nostalgica.html' title='Às pessoas que fizeram e fazem parte da minha vida...'/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5603317996994818903</id><published>2009-04-15T02:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:49:17.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tertúlia Virtual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogagem Colectiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeVE-FvQdJI/AAAAAAAAADA/UNWlYpndgHI/s1600-h/BodyPart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737967918445714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeVE-FvQdJI/AAAAAAAAADA/UNWlYpndgHI/s200/BodyPart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu queria falar de prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu queria dizer o que significa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não consigo descrever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois nestas linhas não o glorifica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prazer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o gosto e o desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a alegria e o contentamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É algo que almejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É algo de que me alimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O prazer alimenta sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dá força para viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O prazer está em todos os acontecimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É tão forte que dá para enlouquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O prazer está nas pequenas coisas da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Está em cada suspiro, em cada sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E por vezes prega-nos a partida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nos fazer perder o juízo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver com prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É viver Feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver cada momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É algo que devemos fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15-04-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5603317996994818903?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5603317996994818903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5603317996994818903' title='39 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5603317996994818903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5603317996994818903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/prazer-eu-queria-falar-de-prazer-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeVE-FvQdJI/AAAAAAAAADA/UNWlYpndgHI/s72-c/BodyPart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7982249136392579456</id><published>2009-04-13T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:45:11.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Imagens do Meu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo para a minha jornada&lt;br /&gt;vivendo intensamente cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me pela alvorada&lt;br /&gt;Acordo para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia-a-dia da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;percorro caminhos remotos&lt;br /&gt;Vou sarando a minha ferida&lt;br /&gt;Vou escrevendo os meus contos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens do meu dia&lt;br /&gt;marcam toda a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;percorri estradas de lã macia&lt;br /&gt;no asfalto ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro da terra molhada&lt;br /&gt;a chuva a cair na minha face&lt;br /&gt;o suor escorrendo pela pele corada&lt;br /&gt;não foi algo que planeasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei por entre ruínas&lt;br /&gt;casas devolutas e vazias&lt;br /&gt;Vi o que nem imaginas,&lt;br /&gt;Vi tristezas e alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No campo verdejante&lt;br /&gt;apreciei laranjeiras em flor,&lt;br /&gt;Percebi como é brilhante&lt;br /&gt;A luz irradiada pelo alvor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino o meu dia cansada, mas feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeita por chegar ao fim,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a mim ninguém me diz&lt;br /&gt;que o amanhã será assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-04-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO2ETNCghI/AAAAAAAAACo/7zMksul5yZ0/s1600-h/13042009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324299369472754194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO2ETNCghI/AAAAAAAAACo/7zMksul5yZ0/s200/13042009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO15gN_TJI/AAAAAAAAACY/_V9cwedodLU/s1600-h/13042009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324299183987838098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO15gN_TJI/AAAAAAAAACY/_V9cwedodLU/s200/13042009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO1-q0XskI/AAAAAAAAACg/1SxRrCEg3yM/s1600-h/13042009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324299272732521026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO1-q0XskI/AAAAAAAAACg/1SxRrCEg3yM/s200/13042009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO2KYksM3I/AAAAAAAAACw/0mhFYbffygo/s1600-h/13042009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324299473993347954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO2KYksM3I/AAAAAAAAACw/0mhFYbffygo/s200/13042009(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO15gN_TJI/AAAAAAAAACY/_V9cwedodLU/s1600-h/13042009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7982249136392579456?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7982249136392579456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7982249136392579456' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7982249136392579456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7982249136392579456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagens-do-meu-dia-acordo-para-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SeO2ETNCghI/AAAAAAAAACo/7zMksul5yZ0/s72-c/13042009(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-3363179566988163690</id><published>2009-04-10T13:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:46:23.843Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sensatez Insensata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun_A5dY8_I/AAAAAAAAALM/U3ytLfptcAU/s1600-h/distor%C3%A7ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398126019269424114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun_A5dY8_I/AAAAAAAAALM/U3ytLfptcAU/s200/distor%C3%A7ao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nesta ambiguidade...&lt;br /&gt;...sensatez insensata....&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nesta ansiedade...&lt;br /&gt;Inconstância que me mata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quente e frio, Sol e Chuva&lt;br /&gt;Assim sou eu todo o dia&lt;br /&gt;De manhã sou turva&lt;br /&gt;De noite sou fugidia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nesta inconstância constante&lt;br /&gt;Neste desespero desesperante&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida que é morte&lt;br /&gt;Nesta luta pela sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mente turva a minha&lt;br /&gt;Que pensamentos me atormentam&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais que uma rainha&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que os sonhos fomentam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajo na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Divago com a lua&lt;br /&gt;Sonho constantemente&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida que é tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximo-me da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Afasto-me da luz&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nesta condição&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando para a cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no meio da sensatez insensata&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o meu instinto&lt;br /&gt;Vejo algo que me arrebata&lt;br /&gt;E de negro minha vida pinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08-04-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-3363179566988163690?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/3363179566988163690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=3363179566988163690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3363179566988163690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3363179566988163690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/sensatez-insensata.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun_A5dY8_I/AAAAAAAAALM/U3ytLfptcAU/s72-c/distor%C3%A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-4985390129580430186</id><published>2009-04-09T15:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:49:12.669Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Num lugar só meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun_sMQU0fI/AAAAAAAAALU/zuCWuiDVYVM/s1600-h/3_lugar_3_5_anos_Karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398126763049275890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun_sMQU0fI/AAAAAAAAALU/zuCWuiDVYVM/s200/3_lugar_3_5_anos_Karen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bonito o desfile da vida&lt;br /&gt;Que calmante é a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Que estimulante esta corrida&lt;br /&gt;No meio desta fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cantar dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Glorifica a minha existência&lt;br /&gt;O sussurrar do vento&lt;br /&gt;Justifica a minha ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha caminhada passo pelo canavial&lt;br /&gt;Está agitado como eu&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia trivial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo a chaminé a fumegar&lt;br /&gt;O campo de primavera florido&lt;br /&gt;O cão da vizinha a ladrar&lt;br /&gt;É música para o meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calma está instalada&lt;br /&gt;É bom para reflectir&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada&lt;br /&gt;Quero continuar a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens aos farrapos&lt;br /&gt;No azul celestial do céu&lt;br /&gt;Parecem bonecos de trapos&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar que é só meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente... meu pensamento... meu escape... minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08-04-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-4985390129580430186?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/4985390129580430186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=4985390129580430186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4985390129580430186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4985390129580430186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/num-lugar-so-meu-e-bonito-o-desfile-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sun_sMQU0fI/AAAAAAAAALU/zuCWuiDVYVM/s72-c/3_lugar_3_5_anos_Karen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-885046099951991732</id><published>2009-04-09T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:51:00.392+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-885046099951991732?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/885046099951991732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=885046099951991732' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/885046099951991732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/885046099951991732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/juntos-ate-morrer-meu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1972457669634653856</id><published>2009-04-08T14:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:53:21.845Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Desejo bem envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuNIvV7dLkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eWy_5XOow0E/s1600-h/envelhecer.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoAlwcO4OI/AAAAAAAAALc/5ZNS2P2YkIA/s1600-h/1210763126_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398127752015438050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoAlwcO4OI/AAAAAAAAALc/5ZNS2P2YkIA/s200/1210763126_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ouvir o chirriar de um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o sol pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a música de um compasso&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo uma vida vã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Quero bem envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;Ao topo da vida desejo subir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Sou Humano&lt;br /&gt;Sou Idoso&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou insano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser velho&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou inábil&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me ao espelho&lt;br /&gt;E ainda sou saudável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso DESEJO...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ser respeitado...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo Ser Amado...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo BEM ENVELHECER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16-03-09 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1972457669634653856?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1972457669634653856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1972457669634653856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1972457669634653856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1972457669634653856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-desejo-desejo-bem-envelhecer-desejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoAlwcO4OI/AAAAAAAAALc/5ZNS2P2YkIA/s72-c/1210763126_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1744025385557917773</id><published>2008-04-09T01:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:58:40.529Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vagabunda do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoB7WGk2UI/AAAAAAAAALk/AxtnnOGSDJ4/s1600-h/sem-abrigo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398129222414031170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoB7WGk2UI/AAAAAAAAALk/AxtnnOGSDJ4/s200/sem-abrigo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Sem eira nem beira...&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é porque queira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia insiste em dar lugar à noite,&lt;br /&gt;Porquê, Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;Esta malvada sorte???&lt;br /&gt;Será que ninguém me vê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está escuro...&lt;br /&gt;E eu nestas trevas,&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada pelo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Num barco sem velas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que sou invisível?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não pára!!!&lt;br /&gt;Serei assim tão imperceptível,&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim ninguém repara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo ao rubro,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém olha para ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu já me descubro,&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei se sou alguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagabunda do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Divago nesta tenebrosidade,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém, sem futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer vivacidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo escasseia,&lt;br /&gt;As forças falham...&lt;br /&gt;Enrolada nesta teia,&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos acabam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto deles irei eu...&lt;br /&gt;Sim... eu...&lt;br /&gt;Mas porquê eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vida esta que tive?&lt;br /&gt;Que final terei...&lt;br /&gt;Nem a minha alma vive,&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu acabei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-06-2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1744025385557917773?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1744025385557917773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1744025385557917773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1744025385557917773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1744025385557917773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/vagabunda-do-mundo-estou-sozinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoB7WGk2UI/AAAAAAAAALk/AxtnnOGSDJ4/s72-c/sem-abrigo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2652702136895093595</id><published>2008-04-09T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:37:11.355+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;O meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque é que estás longe de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Esta distância só me faz chorar!&lt;br /&gt;Porque tem de ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podes ficar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai como custa...&lt;br /&gt;Quando não ficamos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida não é justa&lt;br /&gt;E os meus desejos são muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque temos de esperar?&lt;br /&gt;É demais para quem ama.&lt;br /&gt;Ter de à noite te abandonar&lt;br /&gt;E solitária ficar na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste e desesperante,&lt;br /&gt;Dormir sozinha nestas noites.&lt;br /&gt;Tu serias o meu calmante&lt;br /&gt;Para estas insónias tão fortes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só em ti consigo pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Só contigo quero viver.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida a ti irei dedicar&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca te fazer sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntos bem velhinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Deitados na nossa cama.&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos bem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juntinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só para quem ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Viver toda a vida por ti&lt;br /&gt;Morrer num ainda apaixonado beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz até ao nosso fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem um segundo sem ti vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Quando fores também vou,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sem ti passarei a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E a vontade de viver acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser tua eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;Serás meu a vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt; incessantemente.&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia morra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-02-2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2652702136895093595?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2652702136895093595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2652702136895093595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2652702136895093595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2652702136895093595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-meu-desejo-porque-e-que-estas-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2714534395130513244</id><published>2008-04-09T00:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:51:23.509Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;És a minha jóia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Só tu me dás segurança&lt;br /&gt;Para viver a vida&lt;br /&gt;Só tu me dás confiança&lt;br /&gt;Para vencer esta partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo rio&lt;br /&gt;Contigo choro&lt;br /&gt;Contigo não sinto frio&lt;br /&gt;Só a ti te adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ajudaste-me a lutar&lt;br /&gt;Tu ajudaste-me a vencer&lt;br /&gt;A mim resta-me te amar&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a minha jóia&lt;br /&gt;O meu bem mais precioso&lt;br /&gt;És a minha bóia&lt;br /&gt;O ser mais carinhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-02-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2714534395130513244?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2714534395130513244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2714534395130513244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2714534395130513244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2714534395130513244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/es-minha-joia-so-tu-me-das-seguranca.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-8065961649782320483</id><published>2008-04-09T00:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:36:14.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Conteúdo vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDeOgnynOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HvFVboqL4Rc/s1600-h/papelb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395556694446218466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDeOgnynOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HvFVboqL4Rc/s200/papelb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenho inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que escrever&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho bem a noção&lt;br /&gt;Do que quero esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com uma branca&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo pensar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas estou a ser franca&lt;br /&gt;Estou para aqui a inventar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tema&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que falar&lt;br /&gt;Vale mais ir ao cinema&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui vou-me fartar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nenhum jeito&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever estes poemas&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos problemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever e não dá&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Meu cérebro parado está&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria falar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas as palavras não saem&lt;br /&gt;Queria falar de quando te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Mas esses momentos aqui &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; cabem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Sem me conseguir exprimir&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Para deixar a imaginação fluir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo num buraco escuro&lt;br /&gt;Onde a tinta preta se dissolve&lt;br /&gt;E estas palavras misturo&lt;br /&gt;Para ver se algo se resolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo por escrever o nada&lt;br /&gt;Um conteúdo vazio&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me cansada&lt;br /&gt;E a minha imaginação está por um fio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31-03-03&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-8065961649782320483?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/8065961649782320483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=8065961649782320483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/8065961649782320483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/8065961649782320483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/conteudo-vazio-nao-tenho-inspiracao-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuDeOgnynOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HvFVboqL4Rc/s72-c/papelb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-3873821985475350338</id><published>2008-04-09T00:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:57:52.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porquê esta Guerra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/St3PzVDTmwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VrnSbrRC2QY/s1600-h/guerra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394696409391012610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/St3PzVDTmwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VrnSbrRC2QY/s320/guerra.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê esta guerra?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê esta destruição?&lt;br /&gt;Que se passa nesta terra?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém tem coração?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mortos e os feridos&lt;br /&gt;As crianças abandonadas&lt;br /&gt;Todos os alvos são abatidos&lt;br /&gt;E bombas a inocentes são atiradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres e crianças sofrem.&lt;br /&gt;Será que neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas os inocentes morrem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz só será possível&lt;br /&gt;No dia que houver amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amar os outros parece incrível&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem muito valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar nos seres humanos&lt;br /&gt;Que sofrem a injustiça&lt;br /&gt;Mais parece o tempo dos romanos&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo da conquista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos atrás no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Ao tempo das barbaridades&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia há um aumento&lt;br /&gt;Da destruição e das atrocidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos ficar calados&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto inocentes morrem&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos ficar descansados&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto outros sofrem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela paz temos de lutar,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor temos de viver&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as forças vamos amar&lt;br /&gt;Para esta guerra perecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/03/2003 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-3873821985475350338?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/3873821985475350338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=3873821985475350338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3873821985475350338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3873821985475350338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-esta-guerra-porque-esta-guerra.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/St3PzVDTmwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VrnSbrRC2QY/s72-c/guerra.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-4490872362145656926</id><published>2008-04-09T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:49:04.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;O Futuro está perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo está dado&lt;br /&gt;O seguinte logo virá&lt;br /&gt;Agora tens de estar virado&lt;br /&gt;Para o que se seguirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro está perto&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha em sua função&lt;br /&gt;Podes estar certo&lt;br /&gt;É só seguires o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens de lutar&lt;br /&gt;Para chegares à meta&lt;br /&gt;Tens de continuar&lt;br /&gt;De uma forma correcta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais vencer&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Só tens de te mexer&lt;br /&gt;E mostrar a tua destreza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09-03-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-4490872362145656926?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/4490872362145656926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=4490872362145656926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4490872362145656926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4490872362145656926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-futuro-esta-perto-o-primeiro-passo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-1275468911180226178</id><published>2008-04-09T00:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:10:44.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contigo Dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoEtvLH5mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UpidWBhlHo4/s1600-h/Nicholas+Orr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398132287160706658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoEtvLH5mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UpidWBhlHo4/s200/Nicholas+Orr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem me dera&lt;br /&gt;Contigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera&lt;br /&gt;À noite te sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te todos os carinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar o meu valor&lt;br /&gt;Aqui os dois sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta cama fria&lt;br /&gt;Durmo abandonada&lt;br /&gt;Nesta cama vazia&lt;br /&gt;Sonho contigo acordada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que estás aqui deitado&lt;br /&gt;Abraçado ao teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que estás a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Aquecendo-me com todo o teu fulgor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09-03-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-1275468911180226178?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/1275468911180226178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=1275468911180226178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1275468911180226178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/1275468911180226178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/contigo-dormir-quem-me-dera-contigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoEtvLH5mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UpidWBhlHo4/s72-c/Nicholas+Orr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-106387330874451444</id><published>2008-04-09T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:49:38.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Novo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo esperei por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Porque chegaste tão tarde?&lt;br /&gt;Este tempo todo sofri&lt;br /&gt;Para ser feliz e amar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sorrio intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida tem um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Só contigo quero partilhar alegremente&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida de alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fizeste&lt;/span&gt;-me ver o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo toquei na lua&lt;br /&gt;Enrolada num lençol&lt;br /&gt;Junto a ti toda nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo é de prata&lt;br /&gt;Tua mente de ouro&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar me encanta&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca é o meu bebedouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem matar a minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Nos teu lábios quero beber&lt;br /&gt;É a água doce da tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-06-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-106387330874451444?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/106387330874451444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=106387330874451444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/106387330874451444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/106387330874451444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/novo-dia-tanto-tempo-esperei-por-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5168911108570041541</id><published>2008-04-09T00:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:13:43.632Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;O Paraíso Perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoFXqUlZYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ddTJ-kEaaok/s1600-h/para%C3%ADso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398133007412716930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoFXqUlZYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ddTJ-kEaaok/s200/para%C3%ADso.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero encontrar um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que possa esperar um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar um lugar&lt;br /&gt;De pura magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar bem longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber, apenas voar...&lt;br /&gt;Em busca dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou encontrar um novo rumo&lt;br /&gt;Bem perto do céu&lt;br /&gt;Beber o teu sumo&lt;br /&gt;Destapar o teu véu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Encontrar&lt;/span&gt; o paraíso perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Sem sonhos, só realidade&lt;br /&gt;Tudo direito&lt;br /&gt;Longe da austeridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-02-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5168911108570041541?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5168911108570041541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5168911108570041541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5168911108570041541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5168911108570041541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-paraiso-perfeito-quero-encontrar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoFXqUlZYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ddTJ-kEaaok/s72-c/para%C3%ADso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7430307744718029479</id><published>2008-04-09T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:40:48.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Por ti vou viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Já me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eras o meu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Tu eras a minha fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Agora do meu coração és dono&lt;br /&gt;E à minha alma dás alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o meu coração bater&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser por ti&lt;br /&gt;Que vou viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-02-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7430307744718029479?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7430307744718029479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7430307744718029479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7430307744718029479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7430307744718029479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/por-ti-vou-viver-um-dia-sem-ti-nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-6789271375058483637</id><published>2008-04-09T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:50:31.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Procura a tua sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura a tua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Vai em busca do que queres&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que és forte&lt;br /&gt;E assim é só venceres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; o que gostas&lt;br /&gt;Não te percas pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja de costas&lt;br /&gt;Vai à luta mesmo sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desistir não faz parte&lt;br /&gt;Lutar sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;Se desistires és de Marte&lt;br /&gt;Ou então não estás consciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai dar certo&lt;br /&gt;Acredita em mim&lt;br /&gt;Estás muito perto&lt;br /&gt;De chegares ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05-01-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-6789271375058483637?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/6789271375058483637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=6789271375058483637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/6789271375058483637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/6789271375058483637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/procura-tua-sorte-procura-tua-sorte-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-3463050302108726955</id><published>2008-04-09T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:41:29.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tenho medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me apavorada&lt;br /&gt;O teu passado &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mete&lt;/span&gt;-me medo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me cansada&lt;br /&gt;De sofrer em segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo que voltes atrás&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em coisas más&lt;br /&gt;o que me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo tão rápido,&lt;br /&gt;O teu passado ainda está presente&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo tão mágico&lt;br /&gt;E o lugar dela ainda está quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo do reencontro&lt;br /&gt;Despertar de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Palavras e conversas&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança dos vossos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27-01-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-3463050302108726955?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/3463050302108726955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=3463050302108726955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3463050302108726955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/3463050302108726955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/tenho-medo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-8512745532003711623</id><published>2008-04-09T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:42:21.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Só tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que és meu&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero perder&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria passei a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas secaram&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto alegre está&lt;br /&gt;As tristezas me largaram&lt;br /&gt;E o amor veio até cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tu...&lt;br /&gt;Só tu me fazes sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Só tu...&lt;br /&gt;Só tu me fazes em frente seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive a sorte de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Tive a sorte de te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Tive a sorte de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Para feliz poder viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou diferente&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida mudou&lt;br /&gt;Estou contente&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa se passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-01-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-8512745532003711623?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/8512745532003711623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=8512745532003711623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/8512745532003711623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/8512745532003711623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2655387455871887147</id><published>2008-04-09T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:43:16.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Descobri o Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;Como é possível?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como apareceu&lt;br /&gt;Este sentimento incrível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que veio e já não foi&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o no coração&lt;br /&gt;Veio para ficar&lt;br /&gt;E não ser recordação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É forte como o vento&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro como o sol&lt;br /&gt;Que aquece aquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Que seca um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lençol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um sentimento real&lt;br /&gt;Convivo com ele em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não é tão normal&lt;br /&gt;pois nunca senti assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento este?&lt;br /&gt;O que será?&lt;br /&gt;É forte e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca desaparecerá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o fugitivo&lt;br /&gt;Tem fugido de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tem andado perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente esta sensação...&lt;br /&gt;Não a vou deixar escapar,&lt;br /&gt;Vou fechá-la no coração&lt;br /&gt;Para poder amar, amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-11-2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2655387455871887147?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2655387455871887147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2655387455871887147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2655387455871887147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2655387455871887147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/descobri-o-amor-que-aconteceu-como-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5819733211494426439</id><published>2008-04-09T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:43:52.236+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo sentir-te&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Perfume que me põe louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o impossível&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o irreal&lt;br /&gt;Mundo de Magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo correr&lt;br /&gt;Soltar-me do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Desejo olhar em volta&lt;br /&gt;Viver lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão simples o desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sentir o teu beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-08-02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5819733211494426439?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5819733211494426439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5819733211494426439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5819733211494426439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5819733211494426439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/desejo-desejo-sentir-te-desejo-tua-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5412530158000989812</id><published>2008-04-09T00:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:19:40.153Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cigana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoGuqxCEbI/AAAAAAAAAME/5TS_6tQvIOg/s1600-h/Cigana_Kassandra_Cartas_assinatura_brilho.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoGuqxCEbI/AAAAAAAAAME/5TS_6tQvIOg/s200/Cigana_Kassandra_Cartas_assinatura_brilho.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398134502180655538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo o sonho da vida&lt;br /&gt;Vivo o pesadelo da morte&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;Na na sina já lida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigana da noite&lt;br /&gt;Lê o meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;Qual a minha sorte&lt;br /&gt;Qual o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigana da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Lê a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Descobre a minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigana do amor&lt;br /&gt;Deita as tuas cartas&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me a sua cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigana do norte&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Para lá daquele forte&lt;br /&gt;Longe desta cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-08-2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5412530158000989812?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5412530158000989812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5412530158000989812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5412530158000989812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5412530158000989812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/cigana-vivo-o-sonho-da-vida-vivo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoGuqxCEbI/AAAAAAAAAME/5TS_6tQvIOg/s72-c/Cigana_Kassandra_Cartas_assinatura_brilho.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-329314077652397332</id><published>2008-04-09T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:22:23.595Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui Sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoHcRXIIjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8S8Njh7S4PY/s1600-h/sozinha1dq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoHcRXIIjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8S8Njh7S4PY/s200/sozinha1dq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398135285635097138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui sozinha estou,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensando quem sou&lt;br /&gt;E quem quero amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do infinito&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;No pensamento perdido&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de quem amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a tal paz&lt;br /&gt;Coisas simples e belas&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13-08-02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-329314077652397332?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/329314077652397332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=329314077652397332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/329314077652397332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/329314077652397332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/aqui-sozinha-aqui-sozinha-estou-nesta.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/SuoHcRXIIjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8S8Njh7S4PY/s72-c/sozinha1dq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-4118979215009923735</id><published>2008-04-08T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:44:27.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;A brisa do teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo explicar&lt;br /&gt;A razão de tanto te amar&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O medo de te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás perto do mar&lt;br /&gt;Longe do amor&lt;br /&gt;Horas intermináveis&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti e o teu sabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semanas passadas&lt;br /&gt;Saudades crescem&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Comigo mexem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisa do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou de me tocar&lt;br /&gt;A saudade chegou&lt;br /&gt;E aqui ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-08-2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-4118979215009923735?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/4118979215009923735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=4118979215009923735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4118979215009923735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4118979215009923735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/brisa-do-teu-olhar-nao-consigo-explicar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-6814701562322164613</id><published>2008-04-08T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:45:27.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sofrer no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Caí na tentação&lt;br /&gt;de voltar a amar&lt;br /&gt;E sofrer no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Esta ausência&lt;br /&gt;No lugar mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;No meu mundo, minha vivência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida, meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;Noites claras&lt;br /&gt;Passam num momento&lt;br /&gt;Em vidas raras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser sensível&lt;br /&gt;Ser confuso&lt;br /&gt;O amor possível&lt;br /&gt;E que eu recuso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a tua presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-07-2002 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-6814701562322164613?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/6814701562322164613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=6814701562322164613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/6814701562322164613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/6814701562322164613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/sofrer-no-coracao-mais-uma-vez-cai-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-8906638800137048538</id><published>2008-04-08T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:52:52.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Oiço o bater das ondas&lt;br /&gt;Falésias perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Voar de pombas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui deitada&lt;br /&gt;Oiço o som do mar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Na sombra do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui num sonho&lt;br /&gt;Oiço a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Vidas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Como por magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao lado sons estonteantes&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros voam&lt;br /&gt;Vidas marcantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-08-2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-8906638800137048538?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/8906638800137048538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=8906638800137048538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/8906638800137048538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/8906638800137048538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/aqui-aqui-sozinha-oico-o-bater-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7508022205775969910</id><published>2008-04-08T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:53:12.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Voltei a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foste o ar que respirei&lt;br /&gt;Foste o sangue das minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque deixei&lt;br /&gt;Que caísse nas tuas teias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu enrolaste-me&lt;br /&gt;De tudo fizeste&lt;br /&gt;Tu amarraste-me&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me venceste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegui soltar-me&lt;br /&gt;Consegui vencer&lt;br /&gt;Deixei cansar-me&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-05-2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7508022205775969910?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7508022205775969910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7508022205775969910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7508022205775969910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7508022205775969910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2009/04/voltei-viver-foste-o-ar-que-respirei.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-9060417031681738796</id><published>2008-04-08T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:53:27.502+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Voar para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar para longe&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo em guerra&lt;br /&gt;Tornar-me um monge&lt;br /&gt;Fugir desta maldita terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugir da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Para a paz encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Longe da amargura&lt;br /&gt;Vencer e lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas e perdas&lt;br /&gt;Vividas na luz&lt;br /&gt;Saltar estas cercas&lt;br /&gt;Pular esta cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo mudar&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer coisas más&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;qualquer&lt;/span&gt; lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-11-2001 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-9060417031681738796?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/9060417031681738796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=9060417031681738796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/9060417031681738796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/9060417031681738796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/voar-para-longe-voar-para-longe-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-5307716129421124614</id><published>2008-04-08T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:53:42.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ser Imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordar&lt;br /&gt;deste sonho irreal&lt;br /&gt;Só quero voltar a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voar&lt;br /&gt;Bater asas do mal&lt;br /&gt;Só quero pensar&lt;br /&gt;Em ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ficar&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de igual para igual&lt;br /&gt;Só quero viver&lt;br /&gt;E ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando crescer&lt;br /&gt;Só quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo normal&lt;br /&gt;E ser imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-11-2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-5307716129421124614?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/5307716129421124614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=5307716129421124614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5307716129421124614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/5307716129421124614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/ser-imortal-quando-acordar-deste-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-4918712867135198854</id><published>2008-04-08T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:53:56.740+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Um mundo cor de rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas noites mais longas&lt;br /&gt;Penso no grande mar&lt;br /&gt;Olho as estrelas longínquas&lt;br /&gt;E tenho vontade de voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com um mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida sem dor&lt;br /&gt;Ver sorrir um povo&lt;br /&gt;Unido no amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo cor de rosa&lt;br /&gt;Florido e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Deixar voar a gaivota&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo onde tudo condiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ganhar asas&lt;br /&gt;Voar e descobrir&lt;br /&gt;O nosso mundo de casas&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada com que sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-10-2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-4918712867135198854?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/4918712867135198854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=4918712867135198854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4918712867135198854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/4918712867135198854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-mundo-cor-de-rosa-nas-minhas-noites.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7554212110452214002</id><published>2008-04-08T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:54:11.613+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Erros do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me corre mal&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida já não tenho mão&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei pensar igual&lt;br /&gt;Só penso nesta paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta paixão me corrói&lt;br /&gt;Dia e noite já não sei&lt;br /&gt;Esta paixão que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;destrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual a tua lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei de vida ou morte&lt;br /&gt;Sonho ou pesadelo?&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a tua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Para poder combatê-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando olho para trás&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso no que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o que a vida faz&lt;br /&gt;E os medos que senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os erros do passado&lt;br /&gt;As angústias vividas&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida passa ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Todas as dores sentidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que nunca te tive&lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia que te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a ser livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-05-2001 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7554212110452214002?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7554212110452214002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7554212110452214002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7554212110452214002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7554212110452214002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/erros-do-passado-tudo-me-corre-mal-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-7651664965937504683</id><published>2008-04-08T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:46:05.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mal te conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ouvi a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o tenho nem o que pareço&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas como um pequeno &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;albatroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece loucura...&lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém amar assim?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que comigo se passa&lt;br /&gt;Pois continuo à tua procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal te conheço&lt;br /&gt;De ti nada sei&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que tenho nem o que pareço&lt;br /&gt;Apenas penso no beijo que nunca te darei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em desistir&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em fugir&lt;br /&gt;E perder todo o meu juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter coragem de contigo falar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter coragem de a ti te contar&lt;br /&gt;Revelar, meu amor, o que sinto por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Será que tenho lugar no teu coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-06-2000 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-7651664965937504683?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/7651664965937504683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=7651664965937504683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7651664965937504683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/7651664965937504683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/mal-te-conheco-mal-te-conheco-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2455241342371240108</id><published>2008-04-08T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:46:49.701+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Oceano Aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que poderá dar certo?&lt;br /&gt;O amor pode ultrapassar fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;E passar o oceano aberto&lt;br /&gt;Vencendo todas as barreiras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um amor à distância...&lt;br /&gt;E talvez só um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;E de grande resistência&lt;br /&gt;Consiga superar toda a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poder tê-lo junto a nós dói&lt;br /&gt;Não poder tocá-lo desespera&lt;br /&gt;Um amor assim corrói&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais brilha a primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a dor pela saudade&lt;br /&gt;É a esperança e a vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a estar juntos um dia&lt;br /&gt;Não poderá ser só fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando há amor, há vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu coração chora&lt;br /&gt;Quando bate a saudade&lt;br /&gt;E a minha alma não sabe onde mora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-07-2000 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2455241342371240108?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2455241342371240108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2455241342371240108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2455241342371240108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2455241342371240108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/oceano-aberto-sera-que-podera-dar-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-2704561223562371146</id><published>2008-04-08T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:47:29.851+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Noite Mágica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Esta noite sonhei contigo&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos juntos no lago&lt;br /&gt;Tento tocar-te mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ficou escuro e vago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão, a luz do teu sorriso vi&lt;br /&gt;O brilho do teu olhar tudo iluminou&lt;br /&gt;A meu redor estrelas se iluminaram por ti&lt;br /&gt;No lago os peixes cantavam para nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol apareceu e não tardou a pôr-se&lt;br /&gt;O seu reflexo na água era lindo&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o nosso sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de água a compor-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquela noite tudo era mágico&lt;br /&gt;A lua sorria, as estrelas brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;Tu estavas fantástico&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto os sonhos não acabavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei&lt;br /&gt;Não quis acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo tudo sonhei...&lt;br /&gt;Tive vontade de chorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/261/47531AF0553490692B5A32DA258B8EBC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-09-2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337550768851366987-2704561223562371146?l=diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/feeds/2704561223562371146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3337550768851366987&amp;postID=2704561223562371146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2704561223562371146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3337550768851366987/posts/default/2704561223562371146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodasinsonias.blogspot.com/2008/04/noite-magica-esta-noite-sonhei-contigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228627066483299550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbYsVNQz3DE/Sdtdc7KBKYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IEe3KivA6Co/S220/negativo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337550768851366987.post-616381354884980112</id><published>2008-04-08T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:48:04.986+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Medo de te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento mais&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho notícias tuas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo quando sais&lt;br /&gt;Quero deambular nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a distância&lt;br /&gt;O medo de te perder é maior&lt;br /&gt;Com a saudade&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de chorar é pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o medo aumenta&lt;br /&gt;Fico apavorada&lt;br /&gt;Se minhas lágrimas se ausentam&lt;br /&gt;Significa que já estou cansada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não mais te ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; 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