<?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-34287462</id><updated>2011-09-24T11:10:33.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade ou Virtual?</title><subtitle type='html'>"O silêncio será sempre mais importanto do que a palavra dita em si... Por isso calo-me e apenas escrevo."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-7515894153310724160</id><published>2011-02-23T15:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:44:50.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar de um sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwAkVkhDI18/TWUdVQeI8LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0gWRtKGym9Q/s1600/regard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwAkVkhDI18/TWUdVQeI8LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0gWRtKGym9Q/s320/regard.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576895964604068018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nascida nos limites da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde os sonhos nos perseguem mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde o ar é popular e onde...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É mais fácil sonhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do que encarar a realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanta gente jovem já se foi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A procura daquilo que já não tem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez porque os socos recebidos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os maus da vida tenham magoado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E porque ninguém nunca os devolveu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E dentro doem ainda mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aprendi que na vida, na minha curta vida que...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém nunca nos dá demais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém nunca será o mais perfeito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quanto fôlego, quantas lagrimas, e...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seguir em frente, Sem nunca voltar-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aí estás agora tu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dar um sentido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos meus dias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou bem desde que estejas presente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde o momento em que estás tu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora tu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não esqueço o que me aconteceu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não esqueço o que passei neste tempo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os momentos sofridos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E estou cada vez mais sozinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas com esta idade não se sabes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas paixões, quantos amores,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quantos vôos irei fazer daqui até aos sonhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou seguir em frente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem chegar nunca a nenhum destino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aí estás tu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No centro dos meus pensamentos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A parte interna dos respiros, do meu respirar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu serás a vontade que não nos limita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu que para mim, és já uma desforra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora sabes quem é,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela mulher que está em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nascida para lutar e vencer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde a guerra nunca terá fim e,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que nunca me darei como vencida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permanece o vento que deixei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como um perfume já passado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje que queres estar ao meu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje que somente queres estar ao meu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje que estás tu apenas para mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltei para ti, aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sílvia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-7515894153310724160?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/7515894153310724160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=7515894153310724160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/7515894153310724160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/7515894153310724160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2011/02/voltar-de-um-sonho.html' title='Voltar de um sonho...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwAkVkhDI18/TWUdVQeI8LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0gWRtKGym9Q/s72-c/regard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-828177958719101131</id><published>2011-02-23T15:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:09:22.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSmFRe6w0CE/TWUTyFXA-3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZkKBKKXEDeU/s1600/OLHAR%2BFEMININO%2BNO%2BHORIZONTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSmFRe6w0CE/TWUTyFXA-3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZkKBKKXEDeU/s320/OLHAR%2BFEMININO%2BNO%2BHORIZONTE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576885464721324914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Apos tanto tempo fora deste mundo, entendi voltar a escrever porque escrever sempre fez parte da minha vida. Silvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-828177958719101131?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/828177958719101131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=828177958719101131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/828177958719101131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/828177958719101131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-volta_23.html' title='De volta.'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSmFRe6w0CE/TWUTyFXA-3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZkKBKKXEDeU/s72-c/OLHAR%2BFEMININO%2BNO%2BHORIZONTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-3052190209608298540</id><published>2008-09-07T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:04:35.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RnBQaTa7fZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eqIpmRnKd8U/s1600-h/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075645192866594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RnBQaTa7fZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eqIpmRnKd8U/s400/image0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero voar,&lt;br /&gt;para além da imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;Para além da mais suave das nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Para além dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Poder ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O azul do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acima do vento, do céu, do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ultrapassar os planetas, as estrelas, o universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abandonar este mundo solitário, triste e…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escapar a dor e ao sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha jornada sem fim começou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Levo a minha felicidade para longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para nunca mais ser ferida, ser magoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atravessar para o outro lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde existe paz e amor para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Onde existem sorrisos e felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas guardo esta lembrança triste e linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que foi a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para onde apenas os anjos vão,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde a tristeza deixa de existir,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde me sinto... eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voar para bem longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É agora hora,&lt;br /&gt;De ir, de tudo deixar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E encontrar a luz para nunca mais voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-3052190209608298540?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/3052190209608298540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/3052190209608298540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/06/voar.html' title='Voar...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RnBQaTa7fZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eqIpmRnKd8U/s72-c/image0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-2949770018183095745</id><published>2008-08-30T18:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:36:11.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLl2Uaz24sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wfKr0lFRTxY/s1600-h/rosa+e+livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240349734588572354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLl2Uaz24sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wfKr0lFRTxY/s400/rosa+e+livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o livro se fechar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não terei mais nada para contar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estarei algures por aí a viajar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou apenas a minha vida estará para acabar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-2949770018183095745?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/2949770018183095745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/2949770018183095745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2008/08/quando-o-livro-se-fechar-j-no-terei.html' title=''/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLl2Uaz24sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wfKr0lFRTxY/s72-c/rosa+e+livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-1588775143180907278</id><published>2008-08-28T12:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:03:15.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SCHDNpvTI4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/fAFmwggySYs/s1600-h/ist2_523014_miss_you_again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197650084272219010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SCHDNpvTI4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/fAFmwggySYs/s400/ist2_523014_miss_you_again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fecha os olhos, e faz um dos teus pedidos,&lt;br /&gt;Isto pode durar para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas pudesses ficar comigo agora, aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Então diz-me o que nos separa, os que nos magoa?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estas a chegar em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Estas emprenhado na minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;Não, nunca poderei deixar-te ir,&lt;br /&gt;Agora fazes parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Agarro com sabor o teu beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca me deixará...&lt;br /&gt;E não quero saber a razão de não poder ficar assim para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Estou escalando paredes porque sinto tua falta, porque sinto ...&lt;br /&gt;Segura a minha mão, guia-me na minha vida, no meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que esta a sumir aos poucos...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas não demores muito, porque o tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;Nada volta atras, o tempo não volta,&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-me sentir a tua dor que também é minha.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma maneira de ficarmos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos e sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos e imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;É uma ilusão, como posso sentir-me assim?&lt;br /&gt;É uma ilusão, e nada é real aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-1588775143180907278?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1588775143180907278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1588775143180907278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2008/05/fecha-os-olhos-e-faz-um-dos-teus_07.html' title='Ilusão...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SCHDNpvTI4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/fAFmwggySYs/s72-c/ist2_523014_miss_you_again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-3062397949663457947</id><published>2007-09-02T21:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:30:59.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Às vezes passo tanto tempo a olhar-me no espelho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;que começo a acreditar que a minha alma está do outo lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RtsUMNFY9SI/AAAAAAAAALs/dW4-8enTUMQ/s1600-h/espelhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105696802457842978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RtsUMNFY9SI/AAAAAAAAALs/dW4-8enTUMQ/s400/espelhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou a olhar para o espelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sei quanto tempo passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho que o tempo parou para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ou avançou décadas sem me aperceber…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto vontade de voltar, sinto saudades do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como vim a ser o que sou? Essa é a questão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esqueci-me o que poderia responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando algo como uma alma se transforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que resta a fazer, é correr sem parar,&lt;br /&gt;E nunca deixar o tempo acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não posso contar com certas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Menos acreditar nas palavras delas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E enquanto me fecho para dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Descrevendo o que sinto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O meu olhar se transforma em desprezo,&lt;br /&gt;Na paz do meu sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque estou eu a olhar para este espelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não sei quanto tempo mais irei olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu sei ficará guardado para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão deste pensamento, desta alma,&lt;br /&gt;Cujo o amor derrubou e que ninguém poderá curar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto vontade de voltar, sinto vontade de evaporar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O quanto é real este sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o pensamento vem do coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Antes de terminar e de desligar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero relembrar que tudo isto é apenas um cenário,&lt;br /&gt;Uma imaginação vinda do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lembrem-se que sou tão diferente do que viram ou sentiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vocês são apenas as estrelas que iluminam as minhas noites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As estrelas que me acompanham nos meus dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elas brilham em noite de escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;E nas minhas noites longas de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-3062397949663457947?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/3062397949663457947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/3062397949663457947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-vezes-eu-passo-tanto-tempo-olhar-me.html' title='Espelho...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RtsUMNFY9SI/AAAAAAAAALs/dW4-8enTUMQ/s72-c/espelhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-246918805646910443</id><published>2007-08-26T21:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:04:15.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RtHeg9FY9RI/AAAAAAAAALk/NH7L2TOKEh8/s1600-h/1150291969_gal_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103104510521832722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RtHeg9FY9RI/AAAAAAAAALk/NH7L2TOKEh8/s400/1150291969_gal_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi a minha vida passar num sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi as mais belas recordações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi o que menos queria ver e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acordei para a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi a minha vida passar entre os meus dedos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi-a desfazer-se no ar como os grãos de areia quando largados ao vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi o que não queria ver e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorri porque a minha vida é mesmo assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi-me num filme a preto e branco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi o meu passado e presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vi as lagrimas a escorrer e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senti que tudo é mesmo assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredito que esta vida seja minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredito que saberei lidar com ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas por enquanto me fecho aos pensamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque so eles fazem parte de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-246918805646910443?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/246918805646910443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/246918805646910443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/08/minha-vida.html' title='A minha Vida...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RtHeg9FY9RI/AAAAAAAAALk/NH7L2TOKEh8/s72-c/1150291969_gal_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-1727560545647713525</id><published>2007-07-10T22:48:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:04:38.137+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prazer descoberto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RpPxEpnlODI/AAAAAAAAALE/zWP-eP6aw7I/s1600-h/Corpos8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085673466425063474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RpPxEpnlODI/AAAAAAAAALE/zWP-eP6aw7I/s400/Corpos8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Envolta pelos pesadelos que me invadem na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acariciada pelos teus dedos onde o mundo se evapora&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo mais escuro, meu sedutor da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glorifica-me de prazer, de paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou perdida nos teus desejos, num chamamento&lt;br /&gt;Sinto as tuas mãos pelo meu corpo... a descer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Irei aprecia-las como a noite aprecia as sombras&lt;br /&gt;Através de criações esplêndidas que inventaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Encarei os sonhos, como uma tempestade de desejos&lt;br /&gt;As estradas escuras que desenhastes em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como a luz da lua sussurraste mistérios ao meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Quando o pecado atacou as tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Senti-te nas minhas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Aflições em que agonizamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Memórias esquecidas e novas relembradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os gemidos que sonhamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Irão eternamente cumprimentar a nossa morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-1727560545647713525?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1727560545647713525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1727560545647713525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/07/prazer-descoberto.html' title='Prazer descoberto...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RpPxEpnlODI/AAAAAAAAALE/zWP-eP6aw7I/s72-c/Corpos8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-5160088663003478570</id><published>2007-06-23T13:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:04:52.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rn0HRDa7fhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PlYReHCcnT0/s1600-h/330060small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079223944301215250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rn0HRDa7fhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PlYReHCcnT0/s400/330060small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deitada na areia, fecho os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti e sinto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os teus lábios encontrando os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti e sinto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha pele sensível e quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esperando pelo teu toque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teu corpo encostando-se ao meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A tua boca explorando a minha,&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti e sinto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As tuas mãos percorrer o meu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que transborda de prazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A espera do teu…&lt;br /&gt;Perdida de desejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aguardo com ânsia os teus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti e sinto…&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que me faz vibrar em várias ocasiões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como se o mar invadisse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Este louco desejo de sentir, de paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que por ti sinto no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos e sinto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insanos desejos não mais contidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somos dois amantes apaixonados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Entregues ao mais puro dos prazeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-5160088663003478570?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/5160088663003478570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/5160088663003478570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/06/deitada-na-areia-fecho-os-olhos.html' title='Nós...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rn0HRDa7fhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PlYReHCcnT0/s72-c/330060small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-4093543883073047792</id><published>2007-04-22T16:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:20:48.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque apetece-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rit3EWRc72I/AAAAAAAAAHo/e9ceA2HVK-c/s1600-h/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265923235475298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rit3EWRc72I/AAAAAAAAAHo/e9ceA2HVK-c/s400/image0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O sonho voltou a aparecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens negras invadiram-me de novo e&lt;br /&gt;O meu espaço se transformou…&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo irreal, num mundo infernal,&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a sorrir, mas não passa de uma mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é impossível quebrar este feitiço…&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida me deu.&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar a sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a sonhar como o fazia antigamente,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de alegria e magia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não estas aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Para me fazer acreditar que há outro mundo, fora.&lt;br /&gt;Para me fazer acreditar que tudo é possível.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas continuo para não desesperar,&lt;br /&gt;Para não enlouquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando na mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Para não perder o que me resta…&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso e as lembranças que tenho no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Agora me vou…&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o sonho chegue ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-4093543883073047792?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/4093543883073047792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/4093543883073047792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-sonho-voltou-aparecer-nuvens-negras.html' title=''/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rit3EWRc72I/AAAAAAAAAHo/e9ceA2HVK-c/s72-c/image0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-1111082969458275652</id><published>2007-03-30T13:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:05:05.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rg-DF_WkdSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nubpMMLM1rw/s1600-h/x1pcmgz-zX57aLi9DX5jcEsH9lYwDQ0hk0EzLRlhk05zL4WApzxSOZ9FnQBbCd4iZNoz1iK_gFL3-8qnoJfk8_8rN6seqXtt-Usql3TJ7vXuqe4MUPO60fczQzmL4vVCJc__TmgTuIY15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048397846234297634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rg-DF_WkdSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nubpMMLM1rw/s400/x1pcmgz-zX57aLi9DX5jcEsH9lYwDQ0hk0EzLRlhk05zL4WApzxSOZ9FnQBbCd4iZNoz1iK_gFL3-8qnoJfk8_8rN6seqXtt-Usql3TJ7vXuqe4MUPO60fczQzmL4vVCJc__TmgTuIY15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desisto da eternidade para te tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Desisto da vida para te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E sei que me sentes, quando o faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estas mais próximo do céu, onde eu nunca estarei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não quero desistir agora, quero que me sintas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo o que eu quero, é viver este momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo o que eu quero é estar perto de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque mais cedo ou mais tarde isso irá acabar,&lt;br /&gt;E tenho que saber aproveitar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não quero sentir a tua falta esta noite.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sentir a tua falta nos dias que irão de vir…&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma carícia, um toque de mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero sentir um toque no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não quero ser vista pelo mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque sei que eles não me entendem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E quebram o mais lindo que há,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando eu só quero que saibas quem eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não podes lutar contra as minhas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Não podes lutar contra a minha tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ou contra a verdade quando ela virá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas podes me aconchegar quando me afundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo parece como nos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando sentes a magia a flutuar no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não quero que o mundo me veja,&lt;br /&gt;Para não quebrar esta atmosfera feérica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque não acredito na fantasia da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enquanto tudo isto é feito para acabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O meu sonho ainda esta para começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-1111082969458275652?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/1111082969458275652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=1111082969458275652' title='106 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1111082969458275652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1111082969458275652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/03/desisto-da-eternidade-para-te-tocar_30.html' title='Desisto...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rg-DF_WkdSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nubpMMLM1rw/s72-c/x1pcmgz-zX57aLi9DX5jcEsH9lYwDQ0hk0EzLRlhk05zL4WApzxSOZ9FnQBbCd4iZNoz1iK_gFL3-8qnoJfk8_8rN6seqXtt-Usql3TJ7vXuqe4MUPO60fczQzmL4vVCJc__TmgTuIY15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>106</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-2271468360192063037</id><published>2007-03-27T19:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:54:44.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rgq5h_WkdQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P-3FLkPhopM/s1600-h/Realidade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047050326014981378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rgq5h_WkdQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P-3FLkPhopM/s400/Realidade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É assim que me sinto hoje,&lt;br /&gt;É assim que me sinto esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como se fosse tudo irreal,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo… é realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei reagir a essas coisas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O sangue que ferve no meu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vai entrar em erupção…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não há lugar para onde ir,&lt;br /&gt;Não há lugar esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas aqui…&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um pouco do vosso calor.&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha vida fria e solitária… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manchas inexplicáveis estão no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Tornam tudo inexplicável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As dores esvanecem enquanto…&lt;br /&gt;Uma nuvem se espalha aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O sangue que move este meu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que agora entrou em erupção…&lt;br /&gt;Vai explodir.Tenho que voltar…&lt;br /&gt;Para novamente sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Senti a vossa falta,&lt;br /&gt;Porque de uma forma ou de outra,&lt;br /&gt;Vocês fazem parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-2271468360192063037?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/2271468360192063037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=2271468360192063037' title='72 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/2271468360192063037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/2271468360192063037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/Rgq5h_WkdQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P-3FLkPhopM/s72-c/Realidade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>72</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-2947534904051254756</id><published>2007-03-20T21:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:49:54.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Misterios da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239534349390466994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLaQuwPgT7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/tAjrxwmcS0c/s400/amor-pb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De repente o céu move-se, tudo se transforma,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha boca se abre para dizer-te algo.&lt;br /&gt;Aí, dou tudo para entender-te,&lt;br /&gt;E dizer-te as palavras mais meigas que sei.&lt;br /&gt;Será que vais aparecer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando tudo ficar isolado,&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo ficar sossegado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quebro&lt;/span&gt; um pedaço de mim…&lt;br /&gt;Em duas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que tem o meu sorriso que amanhã… sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Eu direi-te adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a outra metade, desta vida…&lt;br /&gt;Eu darei em troca , em qualquer altura.&lt;br /&gt;O universo tem os seus mistérios,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras fazem parte dele.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poderia matar uma parte com alma das palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Mas como me sentiria?&lt;br /&gt;Se as nossas vidas são frágeis…&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são mistérios, que precisamos decifrar,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras, os sentimentos, são inexplicáveis no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;São templos que nunca ninguém poderá destruir.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas poderemos construir um amor…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas se eu varrer o mundo e me afastar,&lt;br /&gt;O que virá a ser do universo?&lt;br /&gt;Como será a elevação do sol?&lt;br /&gt;Como serão os nossos dias?&lt;br /&gt;Com uma palavra, tudo poderia transformar-se…&lt;br /&gt;Mas entre aquelas palavras que magoam,&lt;br /&gt;Tem aquelas que nos acariciam,&lt;br /&gt;Que iluminam os nossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se o infinito não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Para um segundo nesta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Daria qualquer coisa, em qualquer altura.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou um mero ser humano,&lt;br /&gt;Sensível e frágil, como tu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O mundo continuará a ser um mistério,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tua vida para mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixou de o ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sílvia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34287462-2947534904051254756?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/2947534904051254756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=2947534904051254756' title='90 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/2947534904051254756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/2947534904051254756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/03/mistrio.html' title='Misterios da Vida...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLaQuwPgT7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/tAjrxwmcS0c/s72-c/amor-pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>90</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-4357302245621259265</id><published>2007-03-16T22:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:52:55.468+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempestade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLaRWA90KXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/R-ugY3E2k7Q/s1600-h/1198264292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239535023894571378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLaRWA90KXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/R-ugY3E2k7Q/s400/1198264292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tempestade caiu sobre mim,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E senti o meu espírito a quebrar-se.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdi toda minha crença,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cometi o meu erro.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas com o tempo tudo se esclareceu,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo a minha volta ficou imóvel.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de amor, um amor verdadeiro…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor perdoa-me agora, sei que estava cega.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor é o que eu preciso, para me ajudar…&lt;br /&gt;A descobrir meu nome, a descobrir quem sou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tempestade tornou-se clara,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E senti o meu espírito voar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrei toda minha realidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E realizei o que ele levou…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostra-me como viver,&lt;br /&gt;E promete-me que não vais me abandonar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque o amor pode ajudar-me,&lt;br /&gt;A descobrir meu nome, a descobrir quem sou…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentei dizer-te que não havia nada de errado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sei que estava a mentir-me a mim própria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mensagem estava aqui, tão clara de se ver, de se ler,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas eu não vi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apenas, entendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-4357302245621259265?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/4357302245621259265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=4357302245621259265' title='83 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/4357302245621259265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/4357302245621259265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/03/esta-semana-tive-um-pequeno-acidente-e.html' title='Tempestade...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/SLaRWA90KXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/R-ugY3E2k7Q/s72-c/1198264292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-6273421043501786673</id><published>2007-02-09T13:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:30:46.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RcxkjE1WH8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OWPPcrtyHDs/s1600-h/yuri%20bonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029505437621690306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="378" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RcxkjE1WH8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OWPPcrtyHDs/s400/yuri%2520bonder.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta noite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Deixei tudo o que amava,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi quem me amava…&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite só te tenho a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;O dia parece a noite,&lt;br /&gt;A vida parece a morta…&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite só te tenho a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Brilham como o fogo.&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca…&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com a mesma cor,&lt;br /&gt;E com o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo…&lt;br /&gt;Guardou o calor,&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolvendo o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Teus dedos….&lt;br /&gt;Correm pela minha pele… nua.&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz…&lt;br /&gt;morre num sussurro de amor.&lt;br /&gt;E eu,&lt;br /&gt;arrepiada de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Viajo pelos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Por ti…&lt;br /&gt;Destruí todo o meu passado,&lt;br /&gt;Rejeitei, esqueci, ignorei…&lt;br /&gt;Fiz isso por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Em ti…&lt;br /&gt;Estão os sonhos das minhas noites.&lt;br /&gt;Estão os desejos da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite ouve-me,&lt;br /&gt;No teu berço de luz…&lt;br /&gt;Que voa longe de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-6273421043501786673?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/6273421043501786673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=6273421043501786673' title='45 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/6273421043501786673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/6273421043501786673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/02/esta-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RcxkjE1WH8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OWPPcrtyHDs/s72-c/yuri%2520bonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-1536913835004648500</id><published>2007-02-01T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:22:54.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RcIAl5mJwTI/AAAAAAAAABI/trQuP3cOlic/s1600-h/72835503_5f0ebae98d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026580785214898482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RcIAl5mJwTI/AAAAAAAAABI/trQuP3cOlic/s400/72835503_5f0ebae98d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há outro mundo em mim que nunca poderás ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há segredos nesta vida que nunca poderei esconder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em algum lugar nesta escuridão há uma vida que eu não consigo encontrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talvez é muito longe, talvez eu seja cega. Ou talvez não queira ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Segura a minha mão enquanto estou aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Segura-me quando estiver assustada e ama-me quando terei ido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo… tudo em mim é mistério. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero ser o que queiras que seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixar tudo só para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Segura-me a mão quando eu estiver errada.&lt;br /&gt;Podes ajudar-me quando estiver assustada, com medo mas eu a ti, não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estarás sempre presente, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ama-me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apenas isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não te contarei o que não posso contar aos meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas te direi o quanto te amo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vagando agora pela escuridão, estou viva mas estou só.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto parte de mim ir… Parte de mim luta, mas a outra já se foi…&lt;br /&gt;Porque não estas aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Não estou a sentir-me bem, estou assustada, mas tu não estas.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cheiro da tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, o medo da escuridão já se foi…&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-me ir com lentidão.&lt;br /&gt;Já estou a ver claramente nesta solidão,&lt;br /&gt;O outro mundo em mim, já esta aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sílvia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-1536913835004648500?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/1536913835004648500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=1536913835004648500' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1536913835004648500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/1536913835004648500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/02/outro-mundo.html' title='Outro mundo'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-sPZWlNROeY/RcIAl5mJwTI/AAAAAAAAABI/trQuP3cOlic/s72-c/72835503_5f0ebae98d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-116959142646636181</id><published>2007-01-23T23:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:44:09.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3550/3776/1600/52565/0000g979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3550/3776/400/632281/0000g979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras em seus bordos, ela começa a deslizar…&lt;br /&gt;Vê-se no seu aperto…&lt;br /&gt;No seu sonho ela quer mais…mas…&lt;br /&gt;Não pode ter mais.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes….&lt;br /&gt;Sente o como pode deixar para trás uma vida que merece.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes…&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta-se a ela própria…&lt;br /&gt;porque não pode recomeçar uma vida com ele…&lt;br /&gt;Ela sente o seu rastejar e…&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz do interior,&lt;br /&gt;diz-lhe mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos… Deixam de funcionar…&lt;br /&gt;Como um céu ardente na noite,&lt;br /&gt;que já não é uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;És esse …&lt;br /&gt;Não podes negar,&lt;br /&gt;o que se transformou… num anjo negro.&lt;br /&gt;Anjo caído do céu.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ferir-te,&lt;br /&gt;mas posso evitar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é difícil implorar, implorar por favor …&lt;br /&gt;Para não me deixar.&lt;br /&gt;E agora esta acima dela,&lt;br /&gt;olha-o profundamente nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;não acredita nas suas mentiras ,&lt;br /&gt;ele esta perto do coração…&lt;br /&gt;É hora…&lt;br /&gt;Hora de recomeçar tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Para não cair no poço do amor, do desejo…&lt;br /&gt;Não é suficiente, Ela merece mais, quer mais,&lt;br /&gt;mais do que um recomeço.&lt;br /&gt;Na cabeça dela, uma voz grita…&lt;br /&gt;Como se estivesse fora do seu sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Ela levanta-se e Grita…&lt;br /&gt;"Às vezes as tuas mentiras são o teu disfarce",&lt;br /&gt;é um grito de vontade, de desejo, de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Ao alcance do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Ele flutua no ar como uma brisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;olha para ela com tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;e diz-lhe apenas... Adeus . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silvia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-116959142646636181?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/feeds/116959142646636181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34287462&amp;postID=116959142646636181' title='58 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/116959142646636181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/116959142646636181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-sonho.html' title='Um Sonho...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34287462.post-116801083006860764</id><published>2007-01-05T15:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:17:02.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixonados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3550/3776/1600/547458/grav_mulher_olhando_mar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3550/3776/400/393125/grav_mulher_olhando_mar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua ilumina o céu estrelado e nele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ela vê o rosto dele desfocado, o rosto daquele homem que lhe roubo um pedaço quando desapareceu…&lt;br /&gt;Ela estende a mão para acaricia-lo, toca-lo, tentativa em vão.&lt;br /&gt;A imagem dele, permanece presente para além do anos, para além do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém consegue preencher-lhe aquele vazio que ela sente, que permanece frio…&lt;br /&gt;A solidão que ele deixou nela, criou-lhe uma tristeza profunda e sem fim…As saudades são imensas, e a dor continua intensa.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele época, eram dois apaixonados em plena juventude…&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parecia lindo, fantástico, um mundo de fantasias rodeado por actos feéricos.&lt;br /&gt;As loucuras aconteciam e o amor crescia…&lt;br /&gt;Dois jovens a olharem juntos para o mesmo lado e a sonhar com a eterna felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;De dia eram namorados bem comportados e sem preocupações. De noite, tornavam-se amantes em redor do pecado… A adrenalina subia, corpos tremiam, entrega total, prazer intenso e vozes abafadas em gemidos.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era vivido com uma intensa paixão, que lhes fazia perder a razão…&lt;br /&gt;Eram apenas dois jovem apaixonados…&lt;br /&gt;Que o destino separou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silvia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O silêncio será sempre mais importante que a palavra dita... Por isso calo-me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34287462-116801083006860764?l=silvia74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/116801083006860764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34287462/posts/default/116801083006860764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvia74.blogspot.com/2007/01/apaixonados.html' title='Apaixonados...'/><author><name>silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04657535038084066362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqhhBmACnPg/TWUQmb7BYgI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XTYEt00GU9s/s220/Photo%2B055.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
