<?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-18897271</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:09:55.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A cada palavra</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque a linguagem do ser depende do seu instrumento base, a palavra.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-7822985283270534110</id><published>2009-04-18T17:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:52:18.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regressar às palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SeoFLpkoItI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5fldEr0aBNA/s1600-h/HPIM1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075207015211730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SeoFLpkoItI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5fldEr0aBNA/s400/HPIM1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuro nas estrelas descobrir o meu caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdi o meu próprio rasto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuro no infinito do horizonte, encontrar a resposta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;às perguntas intermináveis que surgiram com o passar dos anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas para que procuro tanto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que serve viver na duvida constante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;na procura interminável......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando o olhar que procuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o beijo que desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o calor que preciso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não existe, em parte alguma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criar um mundo paralelo, não justifica uma vida perdida em ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não é somente as letras que constituem uma palavra pequena,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é determinar construir um mundo real, de pessoas reais, de vidas normais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que move mundos, e ser apaixonado é estar num patamar agradável, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a nossa visão, permite avançar e criar muito mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas nem todas as paixões levam ao sucesso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que determina o ponto final da construção ilusória de expectativas criadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em torno do que se acha real e racional,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas contabilizar dor e mágoa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;determina o preço a pagar pelo minha natureza complicada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se tivesse direito a um desejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;queria viver em paz de espirito e de bem comigo mesma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esquecer a dor e o sentimento de despreso e abandono,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por cada passo, cada sonho, cada olhar, cada instante que pensei conhecer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não existem mais forças, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não existe mais sonho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais desejo, porque já me arrancaram tudo de forma brutal e friamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mesmo que tudo mude de um dia para o outro, tudo se vai desfazer num gesto só,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;num simples segundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminho porque estou aqui e estou viva, mas não vivo em mim, vivo vazia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a melhor companhia da solidão dos meus momentos reais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou viva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incrivel!! Como sou eu tão forte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem estou viva, resta continuar e olhar para o céu para ver estrelas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-7822985283270534110?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/7822985283270534110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=7822985283270534110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7822985283270534110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7822985283270534110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2009/04/regressar-as-palavras.html' title='Regressar às palavras...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SeoFLpkoItI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5fldEr0aBNA/s72-c/HPIM1184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3492574371499541892</id><published>2008-07-25T18:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:51:43.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E... ondes estás tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIoO9Pwx-sI/AAAAAAAAAOg/grSWzXC7hr4/s1600-h/kkk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227006762882824898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIoO9Pwx-sI/AAAAAAAAAOg/grSWzXC7hr4/s400/kkk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Todas as nossas tardes são, debaixo de estrelas escondidas, luzes que o meu coração, se pensaria.... Despir me como sou, sendo eu assim como a areia, que escorrega pelo teu querer, por onde possa. Dar-te para te fazer parar, refilar se não me olhas, com teus olhos, tua boca, que sabes que é minha, minha! Responde ao meu nome se te o sussurram, arranca-me a pele que sabes que é tua, que arda meu corpo se não estás comigo, amor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esquece-me tu, que eu não posso, não vou entender, o amor sem ti. Esquece-me tu que eu não posso, deixar de querer-te, por muito que o tente, não posso.... esquece-me tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;             Que bonito quando o sol, derramou sobre nós, essa luz que se apagou, que se perdia... se tu queres, tambem eu o quero! Palpitarei de outra maneira, que nos leve a sentir o que nos resta. Sentiremos talvez frio, se não houver poesia, nos teus olhos, na tua boca sábia, que é minha, minha! E o tempo passa inadvertidamente, golpeia com força no peito, no teu e no meu! Que pena ignora-lo e deixá-lo perdido.... Esquece-me tu que eu não posso! Deixar de quere-te, por muito que o tente, não posso, esquece-me tu! Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3492574371499541892?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3492574371499541892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3492574371499541892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3492574371499541892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3492574371499541892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-ondes-ests-tu.html' title='E... ondes estás tu?'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIoO9Pwx-sI/AAAAAAAAAOg/grSWzXC7hr4/s72-c/kkk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3134836756313234667</id><published>2008-05-27T01:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:41:39.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugir da verdade</title><content type='html'>porque a mesma verdade não pertence ao presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que me escondo eu?&lt;br /&gt;Porque vivo eu debaixo do medo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no entanto só existo eu e os meus medos,&lt;br /&gt;no meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;que de fantasia tem tudo&lt;br /&gt;mas está submergido nas trevas da maldição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou eu filha primogénita?&lt;br /&gt;Será que um dia esta atadura vai quebrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tortura em forma de mulher&lt;br /&gt;O caracter de um leão em toda a sua grandeza&lt;br /&gt;O mel de uma Deusa na sua pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... mas tudo isto não é real,&lt;br /&gt;é só o meu mundo de fantasia!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso eu nunca me reconheci até aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio, Escuro, Humido, eternamente abstracto.............&lt;br /&gt;este é o meu mundo real&lt;br /&gt;Esta sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida ainda está para nascer&lt;br /&gt;porque a morte navega em mim&lt;br /&gt;e me roubou&lt;br /&gt;a alma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3134836756313234667?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3134836756313234667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3134836756313234667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3134836756313234667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3134836756313234667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2008/05/fugir-da-verdade.html' title='Fugir da verdade'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-445927607897008862</id><published>2007-05-15T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:42:17.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkjzynglcrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MKPb_BenRfg/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064565831902786226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkjzynglcrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MKPb_BenRfg/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-445927607897008862?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/445927607897008862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=445927607897008862&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/445927607897008862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/445927607897008862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkjzynglcrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MKPb_BenRfg/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-5648106230595615055</id><published>2007-05-10T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:09:13.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'adore....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..... mon petit lapin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quente, doce, suave e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;infinito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkJiQ3glcqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jlVpqznQfi4/s1600-h/sonhodeliriofantasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062716973035909794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkJiQ3glcqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jlVpqznQfi4/s400/sonhodeliriofantasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-5648106230595615055?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/5648106230595615055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=5648106230595615055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5648106230595615055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5648106230595615055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/05/je-tadore.html' title='Je t&apos;adore....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkJiQ3glcqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jlVpqznQfi4/s72-c/sonhodeliriofantasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-9173711537551026917</id><published>2007-05-08T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:14:26.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deusa............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkCTXXglcpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_k038EW0QPM/s1600-h/poderaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062208010821399186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkCTXXglcpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_k038EW0QPM/s400/poderaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.................. para sempre serei no teu mundo de portas vedadas aos meus braços, mas não ao meu coração.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sweet thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-9173711537551026917?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/9173711537551026917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=9173711537551026917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/9173711537551026917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/9173711537551026917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/05/deusa.html' title='Deusa............'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RkCTXXglcpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_k038EW0QPM/s72-c/poderaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-8852157928702282085</id><published>2007-05-06T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:29:01.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rj2fL3glcnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hSk9mAvrecI/s1600-h/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061376582462304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rj2fL3glcnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hSk9mAvrecI/s400/mae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque cada dia olhar para voces meus filhos, é o presente mais valioso que algum dia podia ter alcançado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guardar cada instante no meu coração e dar gracas pela perfeiçao em forma de criança alegre, rebelde cm vida ,força e muito amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adoro te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bettyboy e Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18897271-8852157928702282085?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/8852157928702282085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=8852157928702282085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8852157928702282085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8852157928702282085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/05/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rj2fL3glcnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hSk9mAvrecI/s72-c/mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3330537569530329710</id><published>2007-04-30T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:10:39.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade ou consequencia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saber ou não algo desde o inicio? Por mais voltas que na minha cabeça eu tente entender, cada sinal, cada mensagem....... o porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sento-me de baixo daquela árvore junto ao rio, e deixo que , da mesma forma a corrente leva para o mar aquilo que arrasta desde a nascente, também eu deixe o meu coração se libertar desta amargura, tristeza, ou mesmo esta raiva entranhada há muito em mim.  Não foi fácil chegar a este momento! Diria até que foi uma eterna batalha, e o ultimo a ser enfrentado foi o mais díficil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas aguentei calada as suas palavras, e perdoei meu coração, que tentava explodir ali naquele lugar, tentando descobrir uma razão para me levantar e lutar pela vitória. Cheguei ao sossego de mim mesma, perdoei minha forma rebelde de viver, adaptei-me aos da minha espécie, sinto-me viva e desta forma sei que serei capaz de viver este resto de vida, este pedaço de mim que não conhecia ainda, e que me faz sentir bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verdade ou consequência?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A verdade é sempre a primeira escolha, e bastante dor tem causado na sua força, ao fim deste tempo de vida, sempre soube que ela fazia parte da minha existência.... era eu própria, não algo que desconhecia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a vida ensina de forma brutal certas coisas, a verdade é daquelas que para muitos não existe, ou mesmo a desconhece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a maior batalha é a consequência, porque ao fim de contas eu agora tenho a maior consequência na mão, a tua amisade será que um dia existiu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho duvidas para mim,. .. existe uma força que nasceu dessas mesmas trevas, que vivem entranhadas a um coração que para mim nunca deu qualquer significado, pelo menos ficou uma boa e maravilhosa luz, coisa que mudará mundos, pensamentos, vidas........ Diogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como os The Gift dizem:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" E o amor.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; que chega ao fim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um final assim, assim, é mais fácil entender............."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado por existires, foste o maior desafio para uma vida eterna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3330537569530329710?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3330537569530329710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3330537569530329710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3330537569530329710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3330537569530329710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/verdade-ou-consequencia.html' title='Verdade ou consequencia?'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-2829313216801199033</id><published>2007-04-29T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:12:42.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o princípio, do fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim me sinto eu hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abre as portas do entendimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usa o poder da tua imaginação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo que não possas olhar o sol de frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabes que continua a brilhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensa nas coisas que te fazem sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cada segundo, ... Viver, ou Escapar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este momento, as pessoas a passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentes por dentro que todos estão de partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde o princípio ao fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só quisemos viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque tudo é tão difícil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acreditar que não amanhecerá, jamais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos partirão para o sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentes dentro de ti que todos estão de partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentes muito dentro que todos estão de partida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentes a tua alma querendo escapar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moby Amaral Escapar&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/18897271-2829313216801199033?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/2829313216801199033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=2829313216801199033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/2829313216801199033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/2829313216801199033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-princpio-do-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3369457343559996751</id><published>2007-04-29T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:56:47.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se fosse a primeira vez Eu quero acreditar!Como se fosse a primeira vez! Ver as pessoas , alegre por descobrir que estão ao meu lado dividindo algo chamado amor...... Saltarei assim que alguma coisa chame minha atenção. Eu olharei para tudo como se fosse a primeira vez !Principalmente as pequenas coisas, com as quais já estou habituada,mas esqueci-me da magia que me rodeava.Tantas coisas no mundo,tantos caminhos percorridos, tantas entradas e saídas na minha vida. Que tudo que minha mão tocar,meus olhos virem, minha boca provar, seja diferente agora!Embora tenha sido igual por muitos anos. Elas deixarão de ser natureza morta, e passarão a mim para transmitir o segredo de estarem comigo por tanto tempo, e manifestarão o milagre do reencontro com emoções que já tinham sido desgastadas pela rotina. Quero olhar pela primeira vez o sol, se amanhã fizer sol...O tempo nublado, se amanhã estiver nublado. Por cima da minha cabeça existe um céu que toda a humanidade que em milhares de anos de observação, já deu uma série de explicações razoáveis......O tempo e a vida foram transformando tudo .............. eu preciso do mistério!Eu quero encher de novo minha vida de fantasia! Finalmente, eu olhei me a mim mesma como se fosse a primeira vez que estivesse em contato com meu corpo e minha alma.Vou permanecer o que sou e o que gosto de ser, uma constante surpresa para mim mesma. Este eu ... que não foi criado nem pelo pai, nem mesmo pela mãe,nem pela escola, mas por tudo aquilo que vivi até hoje, que esqueci de repente, e que descubro de novo em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guerreiro da Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3369457343559996751?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3369457343559996751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3369457343559996751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3369457343559996751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3369457343559996751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/como-se-fosse-primeira-vez-eu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1055430406946917090</id><published>2007-04-18T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:27:24.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já passou mais um dia...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Riao7Yy35LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JcKNVsrt5yg/s1600-h/mundodafantasia190407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054913369991537842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Riao7Yy35LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JcKNVsrt5yg/s400/mundodafantasia190407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;......e continuo sem entender o porquê da minha existência. Viver no meu mundo é muito especial para sobreviver agora nesta vida. Carrego algo que tenho por seguro............... a morte! Mas que mais tenho eu se não essa resposta, a da verdade? Se sonho, ou mesmo flutuo eu sou livre demais, é porque esta é a minha natureza humana materializada,...... o chocar nada me surpreende, porque não se altera alguèm que ama de coração, que partilha emoções, sem utilizar moeda de troca, somente acredito que existem pessoas como eu! Diferentes, ou mesmo, especiais. O que importa é que ainda estou viva, e agora aprendo de outra forma,...... o que me rodeia é a realidade das pessoas ,para mim o que me traz paz e harmonia é o meu mundo de fantasia, que ninguém conhece.&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/18897271-1055430406946917090?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1055430406946917090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1055430406946917090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1055430406946917090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1055430406946917090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/j-passou-mais-um-dia.html' title='Já passou mais um dia...........'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Riao7Yy35LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JcKNVsrt5yg/s72-c/mundodafantasia190407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1214572579915481698</id><published>2007-04-13T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:26:06.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O virar da página...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... de um livro que está por escrever. Uma história de fantasia, que jamais terá vida própria. Pois o mundo real onde essa mesma história deveria ser escrita, não o irá permitir. Como se a interminável  viagem que agora estava a finalizar desviasse mais uma vez a sua rota.... mais uma vez teria que regressar ao ponto de inicio.          A forma dura que deve transpor, para um imenso espaço em branco. A loucura transforma a doçura em maldade, raiva, agonia,... O porque, de ter de voltar a viver outra viagem interminável, será a unica moeda de troca, nesta história de fantasia, sonho, e procura de amor, paz e tranquilidade. Admito que sou humana, e não posso esconder me neste mundo de fantasia, mas será que ainda serei ouvida?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei porque acredito naquilo que o meu coração me diz, mas continuo a esconder a verdade por ser mais fácil de estar aqui a tentar que um dia essa história tenha seu final eterno.... o descanso para o guerreiro da luz que um dia se deixou levar pela escuridão das trevas. Afinal serei eu capaz de escrever mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...... quero escrever este capitulo para fechar um equilíbrio perdido e necessário para uma alma sobreviver como ser normal em matéria, e viver com a sensação de estar viva, e jamais perdida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-1214572579915481698?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1214572579915481698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1214572579915481698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1214572579915481698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1214572579915481698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-virar-da-pgina.html' title='O virar da página...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-5508641519381982264</id><published>2007-04-13T01:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:25:55.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero adormecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rh7aCwHFPDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/84pTEXyRhHI/s1600-h/adormecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052715572765473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rh7aCwHFPDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/84pTEXyRhHI/s400/adormecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uma voz, que acalma esta ancia que há em mim! Mais uma vez sinto que por ti eu me perdi.... Quero acordar...Esta chama instinta em mim, e de novo ter te aqui! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer e escrever este meu verso só... só pra te dizer. Que te tenho ainda em mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer e os teus lábios quero de novo sentir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer em ti.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei porquê? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uma força que me impede de fugir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta perdoar, Este alguém que apenas me soube mentir!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero acordar... esta chama instinta em mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de novo ter te aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer e escrever este meu verso só para ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que te tenho ainda em mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer e os teus lábios quero de novo sentir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer em ti! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero acordar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta chama instinta em mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E de novo ter te aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer em ti só pra te dizer que te tenho ainda em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero adormecer e os teus lábios quero de novo sentir.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...... Quero adormecer em ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigado Beto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por tão belas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nesta musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-5508641519381982264?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/5508641519381982264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=5508641519381982264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5508641519381982264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5508641519381982264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/quero-adormecer.html' title='Quero adormecer...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rh7aCwHFPDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/84pTEXyRhHI/s72-c/adormecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1377361920347080857</id><published>2007-04-12T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:51:02.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rh6NkQHFPCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5FHcNNMcjYc/s1600-h/alvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052631485895752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rh6NkQHFPCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5FHcNNMcjYc/s400/alvo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria um dia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de entender o meu mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentar não viver em fuga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e acreditar mais em mim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vontade de parar supera a vontade de continuar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tristeza dá lugar ao vazio....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que sou assim tão estranha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo na procura de um amor, uma metade que me completa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um equilibrio, um ser que como eu nunca tenha sentido esse amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia pensei ter encontrado..... mas foi só um sonho, um mero acaso, e desapareceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que não vou chegar a lado nenhum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não existe nada para encontrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora apreender a viver de forma diferente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse é um objectivo determinante, agora...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero descobrir esta nova vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero saber ama-la e dar-lhe valor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;só assim vou entender tudo isto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que gira e gira na minha cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-1377361920347080857?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1377361920347080857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1377361920347080857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1377361920347080857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1377361920347080857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/gostaria-um-dia-de-entender-o-meu-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rh6NkQHFPCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5FHcNNMcjYc/s72-c/alvo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-6825860162495887568</id><published>2007-04-10T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:18:16.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela letra era assim......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhvjaQHFPBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S1Iuct_i5IY/s1600-h/Peacemaker1-0_1044432729.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051881447166917650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhvjaQHFPBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S1Iuct_i5IY/s400/Peacemaker1-0_1044432729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fechaste as portas do teu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança dele se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Vais contando o tempo quase ao segundo&lt;br /&gt;Parece não querer passar...&lt;br /&gt;Fazes de conta que está tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;E andas as voltas quando estás a sós&lt;br /&gt;Gritos mudos que só tu entendes&lt;br /&gt;Profundo silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Que é a tua voz!&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas de te esconder&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te vai encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O que está escrito na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Se tu pra o decifrares!&lt;br /&gt;Qual o teu...&lt;br /&gt;Traço a pincel&lt;br /&gt;A história&lt;br /&gt;Da tua vida!&lt;br /&gt;Escrita , sentida ,tatuada na pele&lt;br /&gt;Quem lá escreveu ,&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua permissão&lt;br /&gt;Nem sequer ,nem sequer percebeu&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu!&lt;br /&gt;Passou lhe a pele por entre as mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Qual o teu&lt;br /&gt;Traço a pincel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-6825860162495887568?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/6825860162495887568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=6825860162495887568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6825860162495887568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6825860162495887568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/aquela-letra-era-assim.html' title='Aquela letra era assim......'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhvjaQHFPBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S1Iuct_i5IY/s72-c/Peacemaker1-0_1044432729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-8405222450469784374</id><published>2007-04-06T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:07:43.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalizando ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhbEB5UKQYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eYNZQfmH6DA/s1600-h/nascer+do+sol+na+polonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050439568986882434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhbEB5UKQYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eYNZQfmH6DA/s400/nascer+do+sol+na+polonia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... a nova obra que esta na minha vida diaria, aqui fica um dos mais desconhecidos paradoxos da vida real, a duvida fica sempre, resta é saber o caminho a seguir, nesta realidade humana.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 .........................                  ..........................          ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" .... A sabedoria é conseguida muito lentamente. A razão é que o conhecimento intelectual, facilmente adquirido, deve ser transformado em conhecimento "emocional" ou subconsciente.(...)Presentemente o equilibrio e a harmonia são negligenciados, e no entanto representam as bases da sabedoria.(...) A felicidade tem de facto as suas raízes na simplicidade. A tendência para excessos em pensamentos e acções reduz a felicidade.(...) A partir destas atitudes é natural que sejam subsequentes o equilibrio e a harmonia. Representam colectivamente um estado do ser. Nos nossos dias são um estado alterado de consciência. É como se a humanidade não se encontrasse no seu estado natural durante a sua passagem na terra. Deverá encontrar um estado alterado para se puder inundar de amor, caridade e simplicidade, para sentir a pureza, para se libertar dos seus medos crónicos. (...) Se uma parte da humanidade é eterna e existem muitas provas e história que nos levem a pensar assim, então porque é que estamos a fazer coisas tão más a nós próprios? Porque é que pisamos constantemente os outros para nosso "ganho" pessoal, quando na realidade estamos a esquecer a nossa lição? Tudo indica que o nosso destino final seja o mesmo, embora os percursos se realizem a diferentes velocidades. Ninguem é maior do que o proximo......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obra: Muitas vidas, Muitos mestres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;autor: Brian L.Weiss, M.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-8405222450469784374?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/8405222450469784374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=8405222450469784374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8405222450469784374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8405222450469784374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/finalizando.html' title='Finalizando ...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhbEB5UKQYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eYNZQfmH6DA/s72-c/nascer+do+sol+na+polonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1707347092481425593</id><published>2007-04-05T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:08:54.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o valor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhVyn5UKQXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cmPQXiwhtuE/s1600-h/ultimo+por+do+sol+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050068586891723122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhVyn5UKQXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cmPQXiwhtuE/s400/ultimo+por+do+sol+2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...da  maior parte de tudo, da vida de cada um de nós, de cada ser.... o sol que sempre nasce e adormece sempre, na hora exacta, pontual e resistente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez o valor para entender que não vivo, simplesmente sou uma sobrevivente perdida.&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/18897271-1707347092481425593?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1707347092481425593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1707347092481425593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1707347092481425593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1707347092481425593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-valor.html' title='o valor...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RhVyn5UKQXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cmPQXiwhtuE/s72-c/ultimo+por+do+sol+2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-2836502855511924377</id><published>2007-04-01T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:41:51.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria dealguem especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diz o mestre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninguém vai conseguir provar que Deus existe ou que não existe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Certas coisas na vida foram feitas para serem experimentadas, nunca explicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor é uma destas coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus, que é Amor, também é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A fé é uma experiência infantil, naquele sentido mágico que Jesus nos ensinou: “é das crianças o Reino dos Céus”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus nunca vai entrar por sua cabeça, a porta que Ele usa é o seu coração.&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/18897271-2836502855511924377?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.paulocoelho.globolog.com.br/' title='Sabedoria dealguem especial'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/2836502855511924377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=2836502855511924377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/2836502855511924377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/2836502855511924377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/04/sabedoria-dealguem-especial.html' title='Sabedoria dealguem especial'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-401104594804769851</id><published>2007-03-30T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:57:00.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rg2VI8sPs-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TVnDx32Vp-M/s1600-h/DSC04454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047854738315391970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rg2VI8sPs-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TVnDx32Vp-M/s400/DSC04454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... antes era fácil para mim, sorrir espontaneamente vivia com um sorriso para a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrava neste mundo uma saida para viver de forma harmoniosa e alegre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo muda, tudo se altera, até mesmo a minha propria vontade de viver neste mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei esta foto, porque á já muito tempo que não me reconhecia assim......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...... a sorrir espontaneamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-401104594804769851?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/401104594804769851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=401104594804769851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/401104594804769851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/401104594804769851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorrir.html' title='Sorrir...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rg2VI8sPs-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TVnDx32Vp-M/s72-c/DSC04454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-7891117950814698037</id><published>2007-03-29T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:49:42.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgwXX8sPs9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xLvoxXe5WfI/s1600-h/esquecime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047434982571619282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgwXX8sPs9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xLvoxXe5WfI/s400/esquecime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gostava de poder dizer aquilo que mais desejo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas a realidade de nossos mundos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não permite que meus labios te digam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquilo que sente o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesmo que o meu desejo por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;avassale meu corpo, de tanto esforço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para manter preso esse gesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu olhar percorre teu espaço para poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saciar a sede e deixar no esquecimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquela sensação de explosão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como um iman que atrai o ferro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meus dedos em sonho percorrem teu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minha boca degusta teu beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;num silencio de paixao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;num perfume de suaves caricias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que sonho com o impossivel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas será a unica forma de poder assim te desejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu mundo é ilusório, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas fortalece minha realidade hoje...&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/18897271-7891117950814698037?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/7891117950814698037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=7891117950814698037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7891117950814698037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7891117950814698037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgwXX8sPs9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xLvoxXe5WfI/s72-c/esquecime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-8269165290875860523</id><published>2007-03-27T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:30:44.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce sabor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgmLf8yxd7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1bzP_jEHDlk/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046718238456641458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgmLf8yxd7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1bzP_jEHDlk/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descobrir pelo doce sabor dos teus labios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a harmonia de todos meus sentidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a degustação de prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desse doce sabor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que tento eu esquecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda necessito voltar a sentir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tentar compreender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que procuro partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reviver das memorias não é o suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São meros desejos, de alguem que perdeu a esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de um dia voltar a sentir esse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doce sabor.&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/18897271-8269165290875860523?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/8269165290875860523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=8269165290875860523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8269165290875860523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8269165290875860523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/doce-sabor.html' title='Doce sabor'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgmLf8yxd7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1bzP_jEHDlk/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3215026824149182893</id><published>2007-03-25T02:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:49:09.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas minha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgXTosyxd5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KmVeLahRw6c/s1600-h/silvia230307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045671653710854034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgXTosyxd5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KmVeLahRw6c/s400/silvia230307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se nao fosse por saber o quanto te quero bem, ver nesse sorriso que estas bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já nao sou criança, nem brincar mais contigo eu vou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas num paraiso, de cores divinas, que meus olhos so podem captar pela imagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para a minha maninha mais pequena, que vive no paraiso de aguas cristalinas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui neste cantinho, eu escrevo as minhas coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquelas que sempre me viste escrever, mas que tu tambem fazes parte para toda a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijo de muita saudade....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3215026824149182893?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3215026824149182893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3215026824149182893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3215026824149182893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3215026824149182893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/coisas-minha.html' title='coisas minha...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgXTosyxd5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KmVeLahRw6c/s72-c/silvia230307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-4328589675456257859</id><published>2007-03-23T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:03:24.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgRcjMyxd4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/tjFJmJ-gECY/s1600-h/eu23marco07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045259242361157506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgRcjMyxd4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/tjFJmJ-gECY/s400/eu23marco07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-4328589675456257859?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/4328589675456257859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=4328589675456257859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/4328589675456257859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/4328589675456257859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgRcjMyxd4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/tjFJmJ-gECY/s72-c/eu23marco07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-6070108696407790698</id><published>2007-03-22T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:30:01.928Z</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgMRB8yxd3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7RB9xQVTYCU/s1600-h/grutafoz22marc07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044894732781713266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgMRB8yxd3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7RB9xQVTYCU/s400/grutafoz22marc07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje encontrei este lugar, refugiei me por minutos naquele silencio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bridei aquela paz , aqueci meu coraçao com aquela luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque hoje descobri algo mais sobre mim...&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/18897271-6070108696407790698?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/6070108696407790698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=6070108696407790698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6070108696407790698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6070108696407790698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgMRB8yxd3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7RB9xQVTYCU/s72-c/grutafoz22marc07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-6015421398229048173</id><published>2007-03-22T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:26:29.419Z</updated><title type='text'>A imagem das palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgMP18yxd2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/3PPxRC19nWU/s1600-h/bettyfoz22mar07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044893427111655266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgMP18yxd2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/3PPxRC19nWU/s400/bettyfoz22mar07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasceu em Aldeia Nova de S. Bento a 11 de julho de 1973, eram 9:05 e estava um dia calmo de Verao, em casa da avó lá berrou pela primeira vez.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passaram mais de  33 anos desde esse dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora berro noutro lugar!Conheci aquele lugar que amei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o mar, este mar de hoje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cada palavra sou eu mesma aqui neste lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-6015421398229048173?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/6015421398229048173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=6015421398229048173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6015421398229048173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6015421398229048173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/imagem-das-palavras.html' title='A imagem das palavras'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RgMP18yxd2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/3PPxRC19nWU/s72-c/bettyfoz22mar07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1216312726510569296</id><published>2007-03-17T23:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:13:43.703Z</updated><title type='text'>fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rfx2FmMqCbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5FLQwjQbhBQ/s1600-h/fantasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043035521273170354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rfx2FmMqCbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5FLQwjQbhBQ/s400/fantasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-1216312726510569296?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1216312726510569296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1216312726510569296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1216312726510569296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1216312726510569296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/fantasia.html' title='fantasia'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rfx2FmMqCbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5FLQwjQbhBQ/s72-c/fantasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-6014663742703526462</id><published>2007-03-16T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:55:19.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfpouWMqCaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ov-eaY0fEJk/s1600-h/amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042457878236629410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfpouWMqCaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ov-eaY0fEJk/s400/amantes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez um dia eu reconheca teu rosto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e como magia nossos corpos se voltem a tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procurar no vazio, de nada me pode valer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem mesmo tento entender,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o porque de não encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que estou cansada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mais que faça neste momento me trará de regresso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a teu abraço, teu calor, teu aconchego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez esteja na hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de parar e pensar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que afinal não houve momento algum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi mera ilusão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-6014663742703526462?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/6014663742703526462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=6014663742703526462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6014663742703526462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6014663742703526462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfpouWMqCaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ov-eaY0fEJk/s72-c/amantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-5501953042993600750</id><published>2007-03-15T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:59:50.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfkYV2MqCZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dIe7nWGoenw/s1600-h/foz14marc07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042088021422901650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfkYV2MqCZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dIe7nWGoenw/s400/foz14marc07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .... de não conseguir chegar a tempo!&lt;br /&gt;A dor que sufoca este corpo, torna o medo um ponto fraco e doloroso de combater.&lt;br /&gt;A derrota faz com que o medo se subreponha á realidade da vida.....&lt;br /&gt;A ansiedade por vezes quer impulsionar o coração á sua destruição final,&lt;br /&gt;mas não!  Onde está o travão? Porque não deixo de ter medo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-5501953042993600750?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/5501953042993600750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=5501953042993600750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5501953042993600750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5501953042993600750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfkYV2MqCZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dIe7nWGoenw/s72-c/foz14marc07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3122535147424220754</id><published>2007-03-14T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:14:55.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Simples idades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfhH-GMqCYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FoyplY68AW8/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041858914982431106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfhH-GMqCYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FoyplY68AW8/s400/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3122535147424220754?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3122535147424220754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3122535147424220754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3122535147424220754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3122535147424220754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/simplissidade.html' title='Simples idades'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfhH-GMqCYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FoyplY68AW8/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-5640228446606106431</id><published>2007-03-12T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:14:48.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfWmcGMqCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/V1D8oqbE9pg/s1600-h/sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041118359541385586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfWmcGMqCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/V1D8oqbE9pg/s400/sozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes no silêncio da noite,fico imaginando nós dois.Fico ali sonhando acordado,juntando, o antes o agora, e o depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me deixas tão solta?Porque não colas em mim?Sinto-me  muito sozinha.Não sou , nem quero ser sua dona,é que um carinho ás vezes cai bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho os meus segredos e planos secretos.Só abro pra ti e mais ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque  me esqueces e desapareces?E se eu me interessar por alguem?E se ele derrepente me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta, claro que a gente cuida.Fala que me ama so que e da boca pra fora,ou voce me engana ou nao esta maduro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde esta voce agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso - Sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-5640228446606106431?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/5640228446606106431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=5640228446606106431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5640228446606106431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/5640228446606106431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-vezes-no-silncio-da-noitefico.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfWmcGMqCXI/AAAAAAAAADs/V1D8oqbE9pg/s72-c/sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-9202819710977370593</id><published>2007-03-11T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:43:42.994Z</updated><title type='text'>Alentejana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfRb1GMqCVI/AAAAAAAAADc/4HONiLh77rQ/s1600-h/primaverainicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040754850689321298" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfMPqmMqCUI/AAAAAAAAADU/HKMeY75FzPA/s400/explosao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3935635764682034169?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3935635764682034169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3935635764682034169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3935635764682034169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3935635764682034169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfMPqmMqCUI/AAAAAAAAADU/HKMeY75FzPA/s72-c/explosao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-3869058042059992146</id><published>2007-03-09T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:28:24.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" A nossa tarefa agora é a de  aprendermos, a de nos tornarmos semelhantes a Deus através do conhecimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabemos tão pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Está aqui para ser meu professor, tenho tanto para aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfHsK2MqCTI/AAAAAAAAADM/xQqxPB8AuJE/s1600-h/amanhecer+nubelado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040069129095743794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfHsK2MqCTI/AAAAAAAAADM/xQqxPB8AuJE/s400/amanhecer+nubelado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pelo conhecimento aproximamo-nos de Deus para depois podermos descansar. Em seguida regressarmos para ensinar e ajudar os outros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   " Muitas vidas, Muitos mestres" Brian L. Weiss, M.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-3869058042059992146?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/3869058042059992146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=3869058042059992146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3869058042059992146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/3869058042059992146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/nossa-tarefa-agora-de-aprendermos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RfHsK2MqCTI/AAAAAAAAADM/xQqxPB8AuJE/s72-c/amanhecer+nubelado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-8184528114392256946</id><published>2007-03-07T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:10:52.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Enfim, mortos para a verdade eterna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Re6OXEF66bI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9O-dzh0Pyw/s1600-h/alvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039121559960873394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Re6OXEF66bI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9O-dzh0Pyw/s400/alvo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            "O médium, não frequentando um centro Espírita e não tendo a companhia de desencarnados bons para ajudá-los, sofre as consequências de energias nocivas. Ou apreende pelos estudos e pesquisas a livrar-se deles, ou vai trabalhar na companhia dos bons desencarnados, fazendo o bem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Violetas na janela - Patrícia - cap.20 - No Centro Espírita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-8184528114392256946?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/8184528114392256946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=8184528114392256946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8184528114392256946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8184528114392256946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/enfim-mortos-para-verdade-eterna.html' title='Enfim, mortos para a verdade eterna.'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Re6OXEF66bI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9O-dzh0Pyw/s72-c/alvo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-9078388706753376712</id><published>2007-03-06T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:38:58.304Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RezEqkF66aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V4vB6MF5HxY/s1600-h/galo+a+luz+da+lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038618318642801058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RezEqkF66aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V4vB6MF5HxY/s400/galo+a+luz+da+lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem sabe um dia ao caminhar pelas estrelas reencontre esse tão carinhoso sorriso,  o brilho dos teus olhos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O voltar a ser chamada de especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero pelo momento que me encontres, sei que andas por ai ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E sei que estás tão perto, que sinto o teu calor teu perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; sei que sonho com esse momento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de voltar a estar no teu abraco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;regressar a porto seguro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viver em paz comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-9078388706753376712?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/9078388706753376712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=9078388706753376712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/9078388706753376712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/9078388706753376712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/03/quem-sabe-um-dia-ao-caminhar-pelas.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RezEqkF66aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V4vB6MF5HxY/s72-c/galo+a+luz+da+lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1097002036313659237</id><published>2007-03-03T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:17:08.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Adeus fofinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RenJV68-LqI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Wm1Q9X6nLM/s1600-h/03-03-07_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037779036630036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RenJV68-LqI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Wm1Q9X6nLM/s400/03-03-07_1234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim foi, o ultimo toque .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/18897271-1097002036313659237?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1097002036313659237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/ReSuN5I2TPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bm3_I8vkQAs/s1600-h/libelula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036341837006523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/ReSuN5I2TPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Bm3_I8vkQAs/s400/libelula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para muitos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que tiveram a oportunidade de sentir a sua energia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez porque hoje era uma terça feira especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe o reencontro com a primavera que se vai aproximando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas são as mudanças que se avizinham,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas continuar cego a elas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda me faz confusão, o não saber como explicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque é tão real e diário, encontrar tanta cegueira por onde caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas confortante é encontrar alguem no caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nos enche o coração de calor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando nos perdemos na mansidao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e calma de seu olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fico feliz por saber que fui abençoada novamente com um dia tranquilo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e agora mais feliz porque comparti esse dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;neste post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-2491024302297420266?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/2491024302297420266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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align="center"&gt;agora chegou ao ultimo instantante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu não sou a especial, porque continua minha alma a sentir alegria hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se tu não és o especial, porque sinto a tua mao na minha desta forma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se tu não me pertences, então porque responde teu coração á minha chamada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se tu não me pertences, porque tenho ainda esta sensação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca soube o que o futuro trás, mas sei que tu estás agora aqui comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conseguiremos , espero que sejas aquele com quem vou partilhar minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não quero fugir, mas eu  não consigo , não entendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu não fui feita para ti, então porque me diz o coração que sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que existe alguma forma de eu ficar nos teus braços?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu não preciso de ti, então porque estou a chorar na cama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se eu não preciso de ti, então porque soa o teu nome na minha cabeça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se tu não és para mim, então porque  o destino, o chamou para a  minha vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Se não és pra mim, então porque sonho contigo como meu amado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei o quanto distante estou, mas  sei o quanto isto é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iremos consegui-lo, e espero que sejas aquele com quem compartilharei minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E desejo, que sejas aquele com quem terminarei nesta vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E faço  minhas preces, para que seja contigo que construirei meu lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero amar-te por  toda a minha vida!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero fugir, mas não posso aceitar aquilo que não compreendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se não sou feita para ti, porque continua meu coração a dizer que sou!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existe alguma forma de eu ficar nos teus braços?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque tenho saudades tuas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;corpo e alma estão tão  fortes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que me tiram a respiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então, trago-te para  meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e rezo para que esta força permaneça hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque te amo, seja isso errado ou certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que não estou contigo esta noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas sabes que meu coração esta sempre ao teu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero fugir, mas não quero aceitar aquilo que não entendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-7345293242819760222?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/7345293242819760222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=7345293242819760222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7345293242819760222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7345293242819760222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/divergncias-comportamentais.html' title='Divergências Comportamentais'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/ReN7WZI2TOI/AAAAAAAAABU/GciTWGl2gyU/s72-c/desilusao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1984936240237928325</id><published>2007-02-25T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:59:38.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/ReIGmJI2TNI/AAAAAAAAABI/MO0ZRS_MdUs/s1600-h/paisagem.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035594585711463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/ReIGmJI2TNI/AAAAAAAAABI/MO0ZRS_MdUs/s400/paisagem.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas tão ausente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junto a mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas tão distante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu beijo já não é igual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apagou-se o fogo no teu olhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou nos teus braços mas afinal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;estamos tão distantes como o céu e o mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não consigo chegar a ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso chegar a ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei como chegar a ti....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há em ti uma tristeza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de quem já não tem certezas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu corpo está ao pé de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu coração noutro lugar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no teu mundo já só há um fim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu não tenho como te fazer voltar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-1984936240237928325?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1984936240237928325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1984936240237928325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1984936240237928325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1984936240237928325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/ReIGmJI2TNI/AAAAAAAAABI/MO0ZRS_MdUs/s72-c/paisagem.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-6824387296785751943</id><published>2007-02-23T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:48:09.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rd984kYC-iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RhiNs0pHu1k/s1600-h/monte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034880219702557218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rd984kYC-iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RhiNs0pHu1k/s400/monte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me como a Fenix,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que renasceu das cinzas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e regressou para dar vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aqueles que pensavam não mais existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Procurei sem forças para ali chegar o fim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cada passo mais dificil que o anterior,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas agora cheguei a casa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para fortalecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e ir ao teu encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora eu sei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que o amor que nasce a cada passo lento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dentro desta materia viva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;reside no sitio mais doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mais forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mais central de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor que recebo teu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o amor que te envio, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;esta troca de palavras ajudou....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te, e vou gritar ainda mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;esse amor que engrandece meu coraçao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por este amor que enche todo o meu ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vou seguir ate ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que descansas de tua caminhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e anseias minha chegada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por nos e pelos que necessitam de nós, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chegou ao fim a batalha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deixa-me agora descansar que cheguei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de novo a casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Curar minhas fissuras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;limar minhas arestas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e dormir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para sonhar que nesse sonho te vou conhecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e voltar a entregar meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-6824387296785751943?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/6824387296785751943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=6824387296785751943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6824387296785751943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/6824387296785751943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rd984kYC-iI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RhiNs0pHu1k/s72-c/monte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-8379242263537545491</id><published>2007-02-22T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:55:23.004Z</updated><title type='text'>O peso da verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rd1ofEYC-hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnzWZarAaMg/s1600-h/beleza+natural+de+inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034294841429916178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rd1ofEYC-hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnzWZarAaMg/s400/beleza+natural+de+inverno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero esquecer e não consigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero perdoar e não posso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero fugir mas não tenho forças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero respirar mas o ar é pesado demais para isso.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu coração quer amar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas ainda está cheio de amargura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tristeza por ter perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um sonho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma ilusao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um amor inventado pela ocasiao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelo acaso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelo destino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que carrego em minhas maos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-8379242263537545491?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/8379242263537545491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=8379242263537545491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8379242263537545491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/8379242263537545491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-peso-da-verdade.html' title='O peso da verdade'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/Rd1ofEYC-hI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnzWZarAaMg/s72-c/beleza+natural+de+inverno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-113758230020222731</id><published>2007-02-20T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:25:41.667Z</updated><title type='text'>final da etapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdroaEYC-gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aI3wWglKvDo/s1600-h/aves+alemans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033591068088793602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdroaEYC-gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aI3wWglKvDo/s400/aves+alemans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque cada etapa tem uma meta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta será mais uma a finalizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada palavra existe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque é um reflexo da pessoa que reside em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que neste universo surge como elo de ligação entre o real e o infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa vida construida por caminhos determinados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;traçados muito delicadamente por alguem que me ama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de coraçao e me colocou nas batalhas mais dificieis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para resgatar a luz em algo perdido na escuridão do vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que a minha visão se tornou clara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora que a minha audiçao esta apta para receber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora que minha mente conheceu o entendimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora eu sei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque ja sinto dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um coraçao aberto e limpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em breve vou entrar pela porta que se está a abrir para mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;todas as guerras foram uma escola de vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mesmo ficando eu para a parte mais dolorosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre havia o bom amigo para me ajudar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a recuperar forças, e regressar ao trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri tarde de mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não..... atrasei-me um pouco, foi só isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mais dificil foi chegar aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ainda sinto muita fraqueza no corpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas sinto-me leve e já consigo voar......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-113758230020222731?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/113758230020222731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=113758230020222731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/113758230020222731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/113758230020222731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/final-da-etapa.html' title='final da etapa'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdroaEYC-gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aI3wWglKvDo/s72-c/aves+alemans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-7763345759756192564</id><published>2007-02-18T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:19:50.742Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdhujkYC-fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SftemmiPDww/s1600-h/contra+a+guerra,+a+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032894140925540850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdhujkYC-fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SftemmiPDww/s400/contra+a+guerra,+a+luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quantas vezes já abri eu este post.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;faltam as palavras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parece ter secado um pouco mais que o costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixo a imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para recuperar forças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate voltarem as palavras....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-7763345759756192564?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/7763345759756192564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=7763345759756192564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7763345759756192564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/7763345759756192564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/quantas-vezes-j-abri-eu-este-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdhujkYC-fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/SftemmiPDww/s72-c/contra+a+guerra,+a+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-1800456362800617280</id><published>2007-02-16T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:05:02.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque fazemos a desordem? É mais fácil....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdXIEEYC-eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IjTTqffdm6o/s1600-h/lagrimas+de+agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032148130876029410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdXIEEYC-eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IjTTqffdm6o/s400/lagrimas+de+agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas vezes o Universo põe-nos no nosso percurso testes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;provações, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;decepções, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;túneis infindáveis para percorrermos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;calhaus para transpormos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;exactamente para testar as nossas forças e fé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou será que somos nós mesmos que fazemos isto a nós mesmos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer modo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as provas nunca são superiores às nossas capacidades, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;elas só vão até onde nós suportamos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e é aí que temos a verdadeira noção da nossa força, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;da nossa grandeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São nesses momentos de escuridão que nos conhecemos profundamente e nos orgulhamos dos bons valores que nos regem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pense em como é bom poder entrar em todas as discussões filosóficas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou intelectuais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e poder dar a sua opinião com segurança de quem sabe o que está a dizer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber é muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-1800456362800617280?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/1800456362800617280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=1800456362800617280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1800456362800617280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/1800456362800617280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/porque-fazemos-desordem-mais-fcil.html' title='Porque fazemos a desordem? É mais fácil....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/RdXIEEYC-eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IjTTqffdm6o/s72-c/lagrimas+de+agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-117078973783955547</id><published>2007-02-06T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:22:17.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Coração partido ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/739831/asdfghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/933962/asdfghj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela saudade&lt;br /&gt;de voltar a sentir&lt;br /&gt;teu beijo doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-117078973783955547?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/117078973783955547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/117078973783955547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/02/corao-partido.html' title='Coração partido ....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116916149445188517</id><published>2007-01-18T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:04:54.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/424769/1000imagens111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/840641/1000imagens111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116916149445188517?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116916149445188517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116916149445188517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116895646886311104</id><published>2007-01-16T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:07:48.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Esquecimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;... coisa tão normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;basta não pensar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;deixar no esquecimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116895646886311104?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116895646886311104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116895646886311104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/esquecimento.html' title='Esquecimento...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116853030182346741</id><published>2007-01-11T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:45:01.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Perdoar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/285420/852565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/917124/852565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As marcas ficam para a eternidade,&lt;br /&gt;assim como o amor...&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer será fácil para uns,&lt;br /&gt;para outros nada é fácil compreender.&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é apagar a imagem,&lt;br /&gt;destruir a ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;matar os sentimentos!&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar serei incapaz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116853030182346741?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116853030182346741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116853030182346741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/perdoar.html' title='Perdoar?'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116852898232899782</id><published>2007-01-11T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:23:02.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Toque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/364796/866434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/740065/866434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pela suavidade do aroma de tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;a ternura do perfume do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza da luz do teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;que ilumina a escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;de uma vida perdida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116852898232899782?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116852898232899782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116852898232899782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/toque.html' title='Toque'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116852856567710121</id><published>2007-01-11T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:19:26.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/342280/906453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/636463/906453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para bem longe,&lt;br /&gt;desta realidade....&lt;br /&gt;Transporta meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;para um lugar seguro,&lt;br /&gt;protege meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;pelo doce de tua boca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116852856567710121?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116852856567710121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116852856567710121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/leva-me-contigo.html' title='Leva-me contigo'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116845102323127970</id><published>2007-01-10T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:44:11.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/135414/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/791632/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras já não fluem com a mesma intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quebrou-se a magia,&lt;br /&gt;a paixão parece apagar&lt;br /&gt;a cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por serem mundos opostos,&lt;br /&gt;diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;distantes.....&lt;br /&gt;Escrever cada palavra&lt;br /&gt;deixou de ter aquele sabor doce&lt;br /&gt;e suave.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade ficou perdida no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Será possivel que tudo tenha chegado ao fim?&lt;br /&gt;Será que esta história foi só uma fuga?&lt;br /&gt;Estas palavras são para ti,&lt;br /&gt;e só para ti!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que nelas entendas que a distancias tem destas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;o esquecer ocupa sempre o lugar do esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo no mesmo lugar onde me deixaste,&lt;br /&gt;á espera de regressar aos teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;por breves momentos...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que fosse só mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;seria o suficiente para me fazer sorrir denovo.&lt;br /&gt;Será possivel?&lt;br /&gt;Beijo Doce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116845102323127970?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116845102323127970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116845102323127970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-palavras-j-no-fluem-com-mesma.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116844989121851077</id><published>2007-01-10T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:24:51.220Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/677651/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/690293/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116844989121851077?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116844989121851077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116844989121851077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116775700257069593</id><published>2007-01-02T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:21:52.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/67808/Descida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/400/475325/Descida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Perdido no imenso azul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da escuridão do silêncio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas á momentos que duram para sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desconhecido?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ausente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei.... meras palavras e imagens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas a imagem fala por palavras que nunca disse, nunca existiu um momento para que acontecesse algo mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades da tua voz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saudades de ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&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/18897271-116775700257069593?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116775700257069593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116775700257069593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116775700257069593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116775700257069593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2007/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116758742299450266</id><published>2006-12-31T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:50:23.026Z</updated><title type='text'>recomeçar denovo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/968634/1111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/320/916491/1111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... 2007 !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos iniciar novamente....&lt;br /&gt;Será melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Será diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que virá para o proximo ano que vem cheio de energia e alegria....&lt;br /&gt;vamos deixar o tempo correr,&lt;br /&gt;mas não muito rápido!&lt;br /&gt;para poder saborear cada momento com docura e prazer de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos abraçar 2007 com pensamento positivo&lt;br /&gt;e espirito livre&lt;br /&gt;para poder escrever&lt;br /&gt;e sonhar com algo melhor&lt;br /&gt;para mim&lt;br /&gt;para vos&lt;br /&gt;para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje temos que tentar libertar essa angustia&lt;br /&gt;e sorrir com esperança de melhores tempos.&lt;br /&gt;gritar! Partir a loiça, as panelas,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite é permitido fazer barulho,&lt;br /&gt;então&lt;br /&gt;vamos libertar esse grito de solidão&lt;br /&gt;e acreditar que o mundo pode estar em sintonia por alguns minutos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116758742299450266?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116758742299450266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116758742299450266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116758742299450266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116758742299450266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/12/recomear-denovo.html' title='recomeçar denovo'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116428290527411922</id><published>2006-11-23T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:55:05.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/1600/119105/novembro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/549/1860/320/991843/novembro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio está cada vez mais forte, vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apanhar as ultimas folhas caidas no chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mudanças fortes e rápidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cada palavra que sai do meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falta-me algo que perdi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas não sei o que foi....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Novembro trás com ele muitas mudanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muitos afastamentos e rupturas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa vida como a de uma mulher sozinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez mais tarde tente escrever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois agora as forças fogem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o cansaço chega pra ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116428290527411922?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116428290527411922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116428290527411922&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116428290527411922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116428290527411922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/11/novembro.html' title='Novembro'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116369437293395977</id><published>2006-11-16T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:26:12.970Z</updated><title type='text'>imagens</title><content type='html'>de momentos que gostariamos de transpor&lt;br /&gt;para uma tela,&lt;br /&gt;mas existem imagens impossiveis&lt;br /&gt;de deixar essa marca.&lt;br /&gt;São deixadas por alguma parte de nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;outras mesmo no fundo da nossa existencia,&lt;br /&gt;para a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu devo carregar algumas dessas imagens eternas,&lt;br /&gt;de tempos onde não existiam meios&lt;br /&gt;para guardar essas imagens.&lt;br /&gt; isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116369437293395977?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116369437293395977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116369437293395977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116369437293395977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116369437293395977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/11/imagens.html' title='imagens'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116344742021580189</id><published>2006-11-13T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:50:20.236Z</updated><title type='text'>insignificancia de ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/asdfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/asdfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uma pequena gota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116344742021580189?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116344742021580189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116344742021580189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116344742021580189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116344742021580189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/11/insignificancia-de.html' title='insignificancia de ......'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116281513316495897</id><published>2006-11-06T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:12:13.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Il Divo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/zxcvb.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/zxcvb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis falar,&lt;br /&gt;joguei ao amor sem entregar,&lt;br /&gt;sem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;Saio á procura.&lt;br /&gt;de alguma pegada, algum sinal.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu sonho realidade,&lt;br /&gt;poder amar!&lt;br /&gt;Sózinha outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;não sei viver.&lt;br /&gt;Sózinha outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;sem amor!&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber&lt;br /&gt;como sente uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não aguenta mais,&lt;br /&gt;a solidão!&lt;br /&gt;Sózinha outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;não sei viver.&lt;br /&gt;Sózinha outra vez,&lt;br /&gt;sem amor!&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Quis voar,&lt;br /&gt;e conheci a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Joguei ao amor sem entregar,&lt;br /&gt;sem esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Sózinha outra vez não sei viver.&lt;br /&gt;Sózinha outra vez sem amor!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver.&lt;br /&gt;Tão sózinha!&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei viver sem amor, sem amor!&lt;br /&gt;Quis voar e conheci a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;joguei ao amor sem entregar,&lt;br /&gt;sem esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... esta é uma das musicas que Il Divo tem para nos encantar os sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;e em portugues soa assim, com tristeza, saudade, sem fim&lt;br /&gt;deixando a solidão um rasto profundo&lt;br /&gt;uma necessidade de amor&lt;br /&gt;cada vez maior&lt;br /&gt;uma cede que teme não findar,&lt;br /&gt;um fogo que não se deixa extinguir,&lt;br /&gt;um veneno que consome o meu sangue,&lt;br /&gt;a minha existencia.&lt;br /&gt;...... uma palavra para ti, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, embora opostos,temos caracteristicas muito unicas de água&lt;br /&gt;de lua de carangueijos, obrigado por tambem a cada palavra verdadeira deixares entender a viva, tal como ambos podemos observar, com os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116281513316495897?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116281513316495897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116281513316495897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116281513316495897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116281513316495897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/11/il-divo.html' title='Il Divo'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116273245306641554</id><published>2006-11-05T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:14:13.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Almas trocadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/zxcvb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/zxcvb.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a coragem,&lt;br /&gt;cansei de ouvir aquela voz,&lt;br /&gt;o olhar que me destroi os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;o veneno que me consumiu ate aqui,&lt;br /&gt;até este ponto!&lt;br /&gt;Existiu e foi real,&lt;br /&gt;essa foi a unica vantagem que&lt;br /&gt;almas trocadas viveram&lt;br /&gt;numa realidade distante de muita energia&lt;br /&gt;indescritivel.&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116273245306641554?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116273245306641554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116273245306641554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116273245306641554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116273245306641554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/11/almas-trocadas.html' title='Almas trocadas'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116221812608157087</id><published>2006-10-30T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:23:37.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/cvbnm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/cvbnm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro para divagar com as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;exercitar os meios para atingir&lt;br /&gt;um fim.&lt;br /&gt;São tempos de mudança, de muitas mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;O ano está a terminar, á que fazer um orçamento analitico do ser,&lt;br /&gt;os bons, os maus, os necessarios os desnecessários,.....&lt;br /&gt;chegar a um consenso, a uma determinada solução.&lt;br /&gt;O afastamento, o desligar a corrente, tem cada dia mais espaço&lt;br /&gt;no meu pensamento, nos momentos de reflexão,&lt;br /&gt;surgem com a sua carga escura e profunda,&lt;br /&gt;para me transtornar, criar duvidas, anseios.&lt;br /&gt;Mas á já alguns anos que faço este ritual,&lt;br /&gt;escapar do real e actual mundo,&lt;br /&gt;e durante os proximos 60 dias, tentar compreender&lt;br /&gt;e tornar fortes as minhas metas,&lt;br /&gt;e elas levam por vezes a quebrar qualquer tipo de vinculo&lt;br /&gt;iniciar do zero, a branco se for necessario.&lt;br /&gt;A paixão parece ter começado a ficar fria, ou mesmo&lt;br /&gt;a apargar devagar no meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo fortuna, nem muito menos beleza superficial,&lt;br /&gt;vivo bem com tudo aquilo que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo estar serena e receber um novo ano, de cara lavada,&lt;br /&gt;de alma limpa e vazia,&lt;br /&gt;Para rechear de mais auto-estima, e amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que tenho em mim e a todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;quero dar aqueles que me rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria que capto dos outros que me ensinam mais um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;e retribuir com os mesmos ensinamentos aos demais.&lt;br /&gt;Ser sempre este livro aberto,&lt;br /&gt;que a cada palavra deixa sair&lt;br /&gt;o seu amor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116221812608157087?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116221812608157087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116221812608157087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116221812608157087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116221812608157087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/mudanas.html' title='Mudanças...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116186563670874516</id><published>2006-10-26T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:27:16.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos textos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/zxcvb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/zxcvb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) " 15 de Janeiro de 1946&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guerra acabou e estou casada há um ano com o Alexandre Silveira. O meu terceiro casamento não tem história porque é feliz. É uma felicidade serena, feita de coisas de todos os dias, descubro o companheirismo e a igualdade, percebo que no casamento não tem que haver sujeição nem medo, mas cumplicidade e confiança. Isto para mim é novo, como nova é a partilha dos momentos tranquilos, dos pequenos prazeres, um livro, um vinho, um concerto, um passeio ou simplesmente um fim de tarde vivido em silêncio e de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa-se que uma mulher se deita com um homem sempre pelo mesmo motivo, mas não é assim. Há mil razões para uma mulher receber um homem no seu corpo. Ao longo da minha aventurosa vida deitei-me por obrigação, por paixão, por medo, por necessidade, por amor ou por prazer mas nunca, como com o alexandre, por ternura infinita, por repouso secreto, por procura de paz.&lt;br /&gt;Este diário deixou de ter razão de ser. Dificilmente voltará a acontecer na minha vida alguma coisa digna de registo. Porque sei que o preço deste modelo de felicidade é abdicar de toda a paixão.(...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Rosa Lobato de Faria&lt;br /&gt;Obra: Os trés casamentos de Camillas S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... que dou a conhecer atraves do meu refugio da palavra e será possivel que ao ler cada palavra deste livro, o meu desejo é continuar ainda a ler mais, e mais, mas este tambem já está no fim e em breve outra obra irá surgir, mas aqui deixo aqueles momentos que de algum modo me ajudam a divagar no tempo, na busca de reconhecer nas palavras os misterios da propria vida, porque elas sao a base da nossa apredizagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116186563670874516?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116186563670874516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116186563670874516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116186563670874516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116186563670874516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/pequenos-textos.html' title='Pequenos textos....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116178213532431270</id><published>2006-10-25T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:15:35.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/zxcvbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/zxcvbn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... seria fácil se esta palavra abandonasse por vezes&lt;br /&gt;o meu vocabulário. As passagens rápidas e fugitivas,&lt;br /&gt;inflamam um corpo de forma rápida, e deixam um rasgo de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;de desejo insaciado, interrompido pela fuga necessária.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio invade todo o espaço, envolvendo meu corpo nele, deixando&lt;br /&gt;que arrefeça gradualmente, deixar o perfume mais algum tempo no ar.&lt;br /&gt;O toque suave de meus lábios ainda permanecem humidos&lt;br /&gt;pelos beijos que não foram suficientes para encher minha saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora aproximasse o momento das duvidas, desconfianças, conflitos, barulho, ruido....&lt;br /&gt;vontade de fugir para outro lugar, fugir daquilo que sempre esteve presente,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que se tem consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a minha rebeldia, a liberdade dada a tal ser, deixa de me preocupar,&lt;br /&gt;não tenho que temer algo que desconheço, e não desejo conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;algo que só interessa a alguns e eu não faço parte desse episodio de convivência.&lt;br /&gt;Quero continuar na bolha mágica e divagar pelo infinito,&lt;br /&gt;onde não existe necessidade de fugir desse lugar.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo existe mesmo para ser gasto,&lt;br /&gt;o meu eu sei como aproveitá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que seja de ilusões, sonhos ou filosofias&lt;br /&gt;tal como a vida tambem um dia ele vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;e ai vou saber o que é fugir do corpo real&lt;br /&gt;e crescer de outra forma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116178213532431270?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116178213532431270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116178213532431270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116178213532431270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116178213532431270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/adeus.html' title='Adeus...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116168808872252762</id><published>2006-10-24T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:08:09.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem para o infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/asdfgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/asdfgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Sabemos que esta situação não pode durar, mas nenhum de nós pensa nisso. Este amor é tão alheio à realidade que não lhe encontramos nenhuma ligação com nada de concreto. Vivemos o dia a dia como se vogássemos numa bolha mágica, numa ilusão total de liberdade. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Autor: Rosa Lobato de Faria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Obra: Os tres casamentos de Camillas S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116168808872252762?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116168808872252762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116168808872252762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116168808872252762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116168808872252762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/mensagem-para-o-infinito.html' title='Mensagem para o infinito'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116159903292029278</id><published>2006-10-23T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:23:52.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicidade....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/asdfghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/asdfghj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116159903292029278?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116159903292029278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116159903292029278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116159903292029278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116159903292029278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/simplicidade.html' title='simplicidade....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116040463207275170</id><published>2006-10-09T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:37:12.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>as asas da liberdade invisivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/1234561000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/1234561000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam, no fio da navalha.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma sobrevoa por entre a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero a luz! grito quase sem folego.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tenho eu que caminhar nesta escuridão?&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo está rendido, sem força.&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer momento posso perder as forças e cair,&lt;br /&gt;para sempre, sem te conhecer....&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a luz?&lt;br /&gt;Procuro que nem uma louca, sem cordenar meus movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Será que terei suficiente auto control&lt;br /&gt;deste inreal e submerso mundo onde habito?&lt;br /&gt;Será que esta realidade abstracta, não me tá a matar devagarinho.....&lt;br /&gt;Perdi os movimentos,&lt;br /&gt;cai na areia daquela praia inconsciente fiquei.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116040463207275170?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116040463207275170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116040463207275170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116040463207275170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116040463207275170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-asas-da-liberdade-invisivel.html' title='as asas da liberdade invisivel'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-116016556084274199</id><published>2006-10-06T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:12:40.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/123456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/123456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a loucura tivesse uma forma de ser doseada,&lt;br /&gt;eu tentaria nem querer saber a quantidade que existe,&lt;br /&gt;no mundo onde vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor tivesse uma forma de ser entregue,&lt;br /&gt;eu queria dar tudo aqueles que tanto amo,&lt;br /&gt;mas que são os mais loucos por me magoarem tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Se a distância não provocasse tantas barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;eu seria uma sereia, num mar repleto de mansidão,&lt;br /&gt;e estaria sempre a teu lado!&lt;br /&gt;Se o oceano te deixasse seguir até á praia,&lt;br /&gt;seria a mim a primeira pessoa que encontrarias,&lt;br /&gt;porque estarei ali sempre&lt;br /&gt;á espera que regresses a porto seguro!&lt;br /&gt;A cada palavra, entrego o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;a minha dedicação, o meu pouco tempo livre....&lt;br /&gt;Para ti eu criei um novo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;onde nada pode ser deixado por esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;tudo tem novas cores e formas...&lt;br /&gt;Chama-me sonhadora! Acredito que sou assim, uma sonhadora nata,&lt;br /&gt;vivo na ilusão de tudo ser belo, ter luz propria, energia positiva,&lt;br /&gt;porque tudo é real, e acontece passo a passo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a ser paciente, a negar o senão de tudo e mais alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me importa quem sou, onde estou, ou o porque das histórias.&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro sabor da vida está em viver os momentos, por mais curtos que sejam,&lt;br /&gt;saborear cada instante como se fosse o ultimo,&lt;br /&gt;e adormecer com a saudade de cada segundo que passou.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti eu existo, tal como de real sou,&lt;br /&gt;o que fui, quem sou, ou para onde vou, já perderam criterios de analise,&lt;br /&gt;tão somente acredito que não foi o acaso,&lt;br /&gt;não foi o dia, nem o lugar em si,&lt;br /&gt;mas o sentimento, a cumplicidade, a alegria de voltar a sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;a sensação de estar viva...&lt;br /&gt;Nada é fácil nesta vida, nem mesmo a beleza de uma rosa é facil de sentir,&lt;br /&gt;pois os espinhos existem para complicar o toque.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti eu guardei o melhor de mim,&lt;br /&gt;porque és unico ao meu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;ao meu coração derrotado de tanta batalha.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que és um amigo pra eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;beijo doce&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-116016556084274199?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/116016556084274199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=116016556084274199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116016556084274199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/116016556084274199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-ti.html' title='Para ti....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115972987302133273</id><published>2006-10-01T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:22:36.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O final da trança de Inês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/estrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/estrela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Era uma vez um príncipe que amava tanto a sua princesa que tudo lhe parecia pouco para satisfazê-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como ele era muito bom e amigo dos pobres, um dia apareceu-lhe um anjo que lhe disse, por tuas bondades e acções caridosas e amor à tua princesa aqui tens umas asas com as quais poderás voar directamente aos céus na hora em que Deus te chamar. Mas tem cuidado, não as uses para outros fins nem com elas viajes pelos céus do mundo, porque se gastam e já não poderás alcançar o paraíso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O príncipe agradeceu e guardou as asas no fundo do seu baú. O tempo passou e quase se esqueceu delas, até ao dia em que a sua princesa adoeceu e o prícipe se pôs a pensar que as asas talvez pudessem voar para algum lugar da terra onde encontrasse cura para os males da sua amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas ela contou-lhe que recebera a visita de uma fada que lhe dissera que ficaria curada se fosse possivel alguem ir ao céu buscar uma estrela para lhe prender os cabelos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouvindo isto o pr´ncipe foi buscar as asas e preparou-se para a viagem. Sabia que estava a renunciava ao paraíso mas achou que era egoísmo deixar morrer a princesa para salvar a sua alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então voou até ao céu e trouxe uma estrela das mais pequeninas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Logo se formou uma enorme tempestade, as nuvens ramalhavam, os mares erguiam-se, os rios saiam dos leitos, a chuva tinha a grossura de cordas e os relâmpagos cruzavam os céus como se quisessem pegar fogo ao universo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O príncipe agarrado à sua estrela e com as asas quase gastas veio cair no meio da noite negra, num campo de abóbora-menina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tropeçando e tropicando lá conseguiu avançar contra a ventania brava que o levantava e o deixava cair, alumiando-se com a luz da estrela no bolso do seu gibão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegou finalmente ao palácio e a princesa, que já agonizava, ficou livre de todos os seus males assim que seu amado lhe prendeu os cabelos com a estrela roubada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então a tempestade redobrou e ouviu-se a voz do anjo que bradava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vê o que fizeste, insensato. Olha para o céu e repara no dano que lhe causou o teu amor terreno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com efeito, no lugar donde o príncipe roubara a estrela agora um enorme buraco negro por onde saía o temporal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temendo algum terrível castigo foi o príncipe para a igreija pedir perdão a Nossa Senhora pela sua soberba, que julgara poder usar os bens do universo em seu proveito e da sua amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As suas lágrimas eram tão sentidas que Nossa Senhora se apiedou dele e do alto do seu altar ganhou vida, desceu para confortá-lo e lhe disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;toma uma estrela do meu manto e vai colocá-la lá, onde uma estrela falta. Darei força ás tuas asas para mais esta viagem. E quanto á outra a ultima, a caminho do paraíso, não te aflijas que eu mandarei os meus anjos para te ajudarem na jornada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O príncipe pensou que tinha dormido no genuflexório de veludo e tinha sonhado com aquela voz maviosa, mas olhou para o lado, onde uma luz o atraía e viu, pousada nas lajes uma estrela de brilho nunca visto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então , sem hesitar, pôs as asas e foi colocá-la no buraco negro e feio feito por suas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A tempestade acalmou como por encanto e no dia seguinte, ainda antes de nascer a aurora, viu-se no céu a estrela entre todas maravilhosa e brilhante, a que os pastores chamaram a estrela da manhã. (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...) Restas-me tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resta-me amar-te ainda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recordar como tinhas dito, do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alto da tua soberba virgindade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;virá uma noite em que seremos um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E fomos. Como desde o principio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do mundo, fomos.(...) Jus prima nocte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macho e fêmea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mulher e homem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pedro e Inês. (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Autor: Rosa Lobato de Faria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Obra: A Trança de Inês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115972987302133273?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115972987302133273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115972987302133273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115972987302133273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115972987302133273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-final-da-trana-de-ins.html' title='O final da trança de Inês...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115919410971487327</id><published>2006-09-25T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:21:50.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/123123.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/123123.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/321321.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/321321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/321321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) se pudesse ter escolhido o meu destino nunca escolheria o poder nem a fortuna nem a paixão. Preferia escolher a pobreza o anonimato a rotina, a ignorância, para aceitar a vida sem pensar e conformar-me com ela.(...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...) Uma noite num excepcional sonho tranquilo apareceste-me nua, saindo de um banho no rio, rodeada de aves que te pousaram na cabeça e nos ombros, torcendo os cabelos molhados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a águaescorria sobre teus mamilos cor-de-rosa e pelo ventre liso e as gotas escondiam-se nos pêlos sedosos louro escuro do púbis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eras uma donzela de Alburqueque, numa aparição deslumbrante e eu pedi aos céus que não te fosses, que ficasses comigo que me deixasses amar-te ainda uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tu, como se ouvisses a minha prece silênciosa, respondeste que não podias ficar, mas que compreendias as urgências da minha carne moça e me rogavas que tomasse mulher para que os meus sonhos se acalmassem e o meu sofrimento fosse mitigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jurei-te que nenhuma dona em todo o universo poderia jamais tomar o teu lugar e tu esclareces-te, não é disso que falo, apenas desse fogo que devora o teu corpo e que podes apaziguar de muitos modos e sem atraiçoar-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque a traição só existe quando partilhamos com outrem o que de precioso de secreto, de cumplice de indivizivel construimos com a pessoa amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiquei naquele crepusculo maravilhoso e dormente que se segue a um sonho bom, ainda envolto na luz matinal que o teu corpo irradiava ainda ouvindo o pipilar das aves que que trazias nos ombros e entendi confusamente que a manha nascia e eu acordava.......(...)&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;...Obra: A trança de Inês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Autor: Rosa Lobato de Faria&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdida estaria sempre neste sonho que me aquece por breves momentos o meu coraçao vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amada, desejada seria de forma secreta tratada com a mesma delicadeza de uma flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada sei, nem quero saber,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas compreendo o receio da mágoa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do sentimento da derrota no fim da batalha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas quero o sonho, porque assim eu sei que continuo viva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque assim eu acredito que estou ligada de forma estranha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diferente e abstracta a uma outra forma de vida, para lá do horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amor estás perdido na imensidão do mar que afoga meu coração magoado e perdido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sonho será até ao fim a minha escolha de ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isa&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115919410971487327?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115919410971487327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115919410971487327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115919410971487327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115919410971487327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-sonho.html' title='O sonho...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115809629823175763</id><published>2006-09-12T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:24:58.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou as asas de alguem que desejou sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;naqueles mundos que existem lá,&lt;br /&gt;onde a terra beija o mar,&lt;br /&gt;sou um profundo sentimento que se perde nas alegrias ou nas tristezas vans&lt;br /&gt;que muitas vezes voam nos céus que vejo,&lt;br /&gt;é para lá que quero ir, é de lá que venho a chegar,&lt;br /&gt;de onde vim,&lt;br /&gt;de onde sou...&lt;br /&gt;Arco-iris numa pintura livre e sem medida,&lt;br /&gt;Como os mares que rumam a sul e a norte,&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida alegre que destroi a morte,&lt;br /&gt;Para lá do infinito,&lt;br /&gt;numa loucura sentida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115809629823175763?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115809629823175763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115809629823175763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115809629823175763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115809629823175763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/09/sou-as-asas-de-alguem-que-desejou.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115789151467360639</id><published>2006-09-10T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:31:54.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/aaaasss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/aaaasss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115789151467360639?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115789151467360639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115789151467360639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115789151467360639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115789151467360639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_115789151467360639.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115789115763698195</id><published>2006-09-10T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:25:57.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...está aqui para escolher o seu destino antes de ser mandado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na viagem intergaláctica que completa a sua evolução.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você não tem experiência de nenhum dos itens que lhe vamos propor.Mas tem intuição. Presciência.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num grande ecã na parede começam a aparecer palavras. Recomendam-me: Só posso escolher um destino. Tudo o resto que venha a acontecer-me será decorrente dessa escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miséria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Altruísmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Errância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           Quero paixão, repito sem saber porqê, já sem conseguir ler o resto da lista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou exausto. Quero sair dali. Sinto-me mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penso confusamente que aquela lista é um grande disparate.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se ele escolheu paixão, pobre dele, têm direito á nossa complacência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de qualquer modo vai conhecer a Miséria, a Fortuna, o Poder, o Talento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a Doença e ainda  que de forma indirecta, os abismos do mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os abismos do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada palavra a escritora tocou em algo que me questiono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que não fizemos tambem nós essa escolha um dia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o segundo romance que leio  desta escritora portuguesa,&lt;br /&gt;uma mulher que me faz orgulhar das minhas filosofias e critérios de&lt;br /&gt;vivência,  porque afinal,&lt;br /&gt;somos acusados de loucura caso queiramos por em prática&lt;br /&gt;formas de viver diferentes das padronadas pela sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;Aconselha-se a leitura, para aqueles que gostam de sentir a vida do livro,&lt;br /&gt;e com vontade de ler enigmas linguísticos diferentes dos tais padrões existentes,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tivesse sido Inês e tu Pedro e que essa paixão ainda perdure&lt;br /&gt;por nova existência mesmo que seja intergaláctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115789115763698195?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115789115763698195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115789115763698195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115789115763698195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115789115763698195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115788892169493657</id><published>2006-09-10T12:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:48:41.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agradeço a uma mulher,&lt;br /&gt;fico feliz porque a cada palavra amei&lt;br /&gt;sonhei e imaginei me nessa personagem...&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Lobato de Faria&lt;br /&gt;" A Trança de Inês"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115788892169493657?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115788892169493657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115788875957180905</id><published>2006-09-10T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:45:59.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trança de Inês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115788875957180905?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115788875957180905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115788875957180905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/%20palavra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/palavra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/palavra.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cada palavra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sigo um percurso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;traçado de palavras amigas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recebidas sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde os momentos transmitem verdadeiros sentimentos o mais puro.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.... sinceridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115779867237064644?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115779867237064644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115779867237064644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115779867237064644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115779867237064644'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115714378547607627?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115714378547607627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115714378547607627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115714378547607627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115714378547607627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115714341854617052</id><published>2006-09-01T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:43:38.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imortalidade.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/vamp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/vamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/vamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........"O que é um vampiro?&lt;br /&gt;É alguém que, em determinado momento de sua existência, tornou-se imortal.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, a partir daquele momento seu corpo não mais irá seguir o curso normal da natureza;&lt;br /&gt;será jovem para sempre, pode viver o tempo que quiser, sem ter que lidar com os problemas relacionados à idade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele parou no tempo, mas o mundo continua a se transformar ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo com que estava acostumado começa a mudar, e mesmo tendo todo o tempo do mundo para adaptar-se a essas mudanças,&lt;br /&gt;o vampiro desejou a imortalidade justamente porque estava contente com o mundo em que vivia;&lt;br /&gt;ele não tem nenhum interesse em acompanhar estas mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;O vampiro continua jovem.&lt;br /&gt;Imortal.&lt;br /&gt;Agora tem diante de si a depressão eterna.&lt;br /&gt;Tenta suicídio, saindo em pleno sol ou olhando crucifixos,&lt;br /&gt;só para descobrir&lt;br /&gt;que eram mitos criados pela igreja, e não lhe causam nenhum mal."...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warriorofthelight.com"&gt;www.warriorofthelight.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....estranho pensar que por vezes tambem acompanhamos&lt;br /&gt;essa imortalidade neste mundo de loucos.&lt;br /&gt;isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115714341854617052?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115714341854617052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115714341854617052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/fotoaerea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/fotoaerea3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Solidão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115643372257062231?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115643372257062231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115643372257062231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parada está no seu olhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a imagem mantem a mesma forma de ontem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas o coração nada alterou ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;está frio, está vazio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilusão, sonho, fantasia......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que minhas palavras algum dia chegarão ao teu coração?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que algum dia regressarás para casa?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que ainda me reconheces, ao fim desta eternidade de vidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;destroçadas, perdidas em histórias de encantar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O céu está repleto pela luz do amanhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o seu brilho iluminam meu olhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhadora, serei uma eterna sonhadora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta é a verdade! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito que algum dia tu vais voltar a amar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;possuir de forma carinhosa e brutal meu corpo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e deliciar minha boca com teus beijos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixar-me tonta com teu perfume.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vais regressar a porto seguro e jamais me voltarás a abandonar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;não irás permitir que passe uma noite na cama sozinha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acompanharás meus passos nas nuvens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sonharás de igual modo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos duas almas gémeas perdidas num universo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda por conhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez seja louca para a sociedade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sou livre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso eu sei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115636335977937489?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115636335977937489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115636335977937489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115636335977937489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115636335977937489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/08/sonhadora.html' title='Sonhadora'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115625540609364080</id><published>2006-08-22T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:03:26.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa eu sou....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/Obidos_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/Obidos_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...neste imenso castelo, coberto de lindas flores e de verde tingido.&lt;br /&gt;No conforto de minha torre,&lt;br /&gt;aguardo por ti,&lt;br /&gt;meu amor que te perdeste no imenso mar.&lt;br /&gt;Me conforta saber que me visitas nas minhas noites de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Neste vazio e infinito olhar,&lt;br /&gt;que procura a todo o custo dislumbrar tua imagem,&lt;br /&gt;no imenso azul ao fundo marcado.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse horizonte vives,&lt;br /&gt;e não queres regressar....&lt;br /&gt;Vivo num mundo triste de vazio,&lt;br /&gt;mas o mais maravilhoso da vida,&lt;br /&gt;preenches com tuas visitas,&lt;br /&gt;breves e deliciosas.&lt;br /&gt;Deixas no meu corpo o teu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;no teu toque alimentas minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;no teu beijo a minha boca tornas doce,&lt;br /&gt;na tua presença eu sou a princesa mais desejada no universa.&lt;br /&gt;Na vida existe um espaço para o sonho,&lt;br /&gt;esse espaço é calmo sereno,&lt;br /&gt;apazigua as mágoas de tempos antigos,&lt;br /&gt;esquece a realidade e absorve-se o prazer da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Na simplicidade de palavras,&lt;br /&gt;no silencio de teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;nos segredos guardados para a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Destino, não sei se é a palavra correcta.&lt;br /&gt;Ocasional, quem sabe ao certo a palavra que utilizar,&lt;br /&gt;para caracterizar tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais maravilhosa,&lt;br /&gt;mais doce, mais ternurenta,&lt;br /&gt;bastam para encher uma vida triste e vazia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não prenche o resto que se mantem longe e frio,&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;o vazio,&lt;br /&gt;"eu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115625540609364080?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115625540609364080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115625540609364080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115625540609364080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115625540609364080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/08/princesa-eu-sou.html' title='Princesa eu sou....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115539071760042848</id><published>2006-08-12T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:39:53.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só eu e eu mesma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/escuridao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/escuridao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais voltas que eu tente dar na minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;não consigo encontrar a resposta para tanta duvida&lt;br /&gt;para tantas perguntas sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que a minha vida tem sempre que ser tão dramática,&lt;br /&gt;nada de boas formas e alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;sempre o cruel e mau que possa existir,&lt;br /&gt;esse tem de ser encaminhado para mim.&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que estou triste e preciso de um ombro amigo pra chorar,&lt;br /&gt;fico sozinha e conforto-me com a secura de meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Que facil seria não existir, nada saber nem mesmo ou tentar imaginar&lt;br /&gt;o que é a vida!&lt;br /&gt;Fecho a porta e a janela, o silêncio é a unica coisa que procuro, no meio da escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar aqui, pois desta forma não necessito pensar no que se passa lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;detesto tudo isso, não quero mais sair deste quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o som da voz dos que amo tanto, me deixa sair&lt;br /&gt;porque tapo os ouvidos e os ignoro?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eles ainda necessitem de mim, mais uns tempos?&lt;br /&gt;Mas não. Recuso novamente e fico ali parada a tentar encontrar o melhor recanto para me fechar por completo. Será um acto de cobardia ou egoista? É para mim uma forma de tentar salvar as poucas forças que me restam de momento.&lt;br /&gt;Seria bem melhor mentir e mascarar aquilo que sinto na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas não!Quero ser frontal e apontar o problema para combatelo melhor,&lt;br /&gt;e se tem de ser sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;so me resta continuar e acreditar que vou ser capaz de levantar este corpo dorido do chão onde tantas vezes foi espezinhado pelos que deste teu amor e atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai mudar a minha forma de ser, mesmo sabendo que vou contra o padrão da sociedade hipocrita e calculista ,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que não existe ninguem neste mundo que me conheça,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que não tenho raizes,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que falta uma parte para alcançar o equilibrio,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que estou sózinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115539071760042848?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115539071760042848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115539071760042848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115539071760042848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115539071760042848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/08/s-eu-e-eu-mesma.html' title='Só eu e eu mesma....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115479053153740797</id><published>2006-08-05T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:08:51.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..... o guerreiro da luz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/Costa%20Rica%202004%20-%2000191%20-%20Poas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/Costa%20Rica%202004%20-%2000191%20-%20Poas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encontrei tanta gente que - na primeira oportunidade - tenta mostrar o pior de si.&lt;br /&gt;Esconde a força interior atrás da agressividade;&lt;br /&gt;disfarça o medo da solidão com o ar de independência.&lt;br /&gt;Não acredita na própria capacidade, mas vive pregando aos quatro ventos suas virtudes.” que ele conhece.&lt;br /&gt;Mas usa a ocasião para corrigir suas falhas&lt;br /&gt;- já que as pessoas são sempre um bom espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois maiores erros de uma estratégia são: agir antes da hora, ou deixar que a oportunidade passe longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando caminha para a luta, não esquece as palavras de Cristo: " amai vossos inimigos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O acto de perdoar não o obriga a aceitar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;- senão perde de vista o horizonte de seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando em sinais&lt;br /&gt;usa seu instinto, e obedece ao seu anjo. Nos tempos de paz, ele decifra os sinais que Deus lhe envia.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas dizem: "está louco".&lt;br /&gt;Ou então: "vive num mundo de fantasia".&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda:" como pode confiar em coisas que não tem lógica?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe que a intuição é o alfabeto de Deus, e continua escutando o vento e falando com as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando em amor&lt;br /&gt;não existe amor impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não se deixa intimidar pelo silêncio, pela indiferença, ou pela rejeição.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que atrás da máscara de gelo que as pessoas usam, existe um coração de fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso arrisca mais que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Busca incessantemente o amor de alguém&lt;br /&gt;- mesmo que isto signifique escutar muitas vezes a palavra "não", voltar para casa derrotado, sentir-se rejeitado em corpo e alma.&lt;br /&gt;não se deixa assustar quando busca o que precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor, ele não é nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paulo Coelho"&lt;br /&gt;..... o guerreiro da luz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115479053153740797?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115479053153740797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115479053153740797&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115479053153740797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115479053153740797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-guerreiro-da-luz.html' title='..... o guerreiro da luz....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115228413610676941</id><published>2006-07-07T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:46:37.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/vvvvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/vvvvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115228413610676941?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115228413610676941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115228413610676941&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115228413610676941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115228413610676941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115168086443736756</id><published>2006-06-30T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:47:17.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/11111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O vento que toca meu cabelo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o sol que aquece meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O teu perfume que persegue meu sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de existencia perdida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No segredo mantenho minha paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na tristeza, esta solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A indiferença doi demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu coração sufoca.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quero gritar teu nome e chamar tua atenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas na realidade é impossivel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada devo fazer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A ausencia de tua voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o desejo de sentir teu toque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como posso viver se não te tenho aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero esquecer e apagar teu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os meus segredos serão sempre para ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na esperança de tambem eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os teus segredos ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/18897271-115168086443736756?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115168086443736756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115168086443736756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115168086443736756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115168086443736756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-vento-que-toca-meu-cabelo-o-sol-que.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-115127244111004463</id><published>2006-06-25T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:54:01.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/palavra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/palavra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem só palavras....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; renascer da palavra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez sim!!! Agora sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curiosidade, beleza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despertar pelo toque...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Assim como um botão de rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                                Perfeito! Mas o vazio continua por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                                Sinto me como um poço fundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;de estrutura forte de pedra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;antigo e gasto de tanto seco estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estou no fundo desse poço, o olhar sobe até aquela pequena e quente luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A cada palavra deu a água pelas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e saciou aqueles que a entenderam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nem só palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Transparece uma imagem.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Talvez agora eu tenha obervado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;aquilo que transmito aos que me amam como eu sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;algo selvagem, mas amedrontada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Simples verdadeira nas palavras e acçoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;natural e eu mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nem só palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aprendi da palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Agora sim! Vou terminar o contexto desta duvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;e desanimo por ter deixado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;fugir um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que tanto queria dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-115127244111004463?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/115127244111004463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=115127244111004463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115127244111004463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/115127244111004463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/06/nem-s-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114968289468342345</id><published>2006-06-07T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:21:37.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A cada palavra......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/oceano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/oceano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que sentir tanta raiva de mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;Desesperada por um beijo que desejo roubar,&lt;br /&gt;mas sem coragem para o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Absorvida pela temporização material do quotidiano mês.&lt;br /&gt;Distraida e faladora como uma criança de cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;Cresci fisicamente, mas continuo um bébe de fraldas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que não me alimento bem fisicamente e espiritualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada palavra escrevo aquilo que me vai no coração, na ilusão da vida que para mim seria a verdadeira e real, e desejo atingir essa meta final e breve.&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecida mesmo daqueles que me conhecem pessoalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Acarinhada virtualmente pelos desconhecidos que me acompanham nas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;a melhor forma de conhecer e comunicar com os seres da mesma" especie humana".&lt;br /&gt;Porque afinal vivo na selva humana há trinta e dois anos.&lt;br /&gt;Protegida pela autoridade policial do país,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;talvez hoje eu aceite e acredite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que estou mais protegida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;encontrei a protecção humana de alguem que tambem gosta de mim, pelas minhas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O vazio ainda vai viver por mais algum tempo dentro de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O oceano ao meu lado está,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sua imensidão faz-me viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida faz-me bem!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti     :)   :)   :)&lt;br /&gt; sera que  agora já acreditas......&lt;br /&gt;......que a cada palavra, sou mesmo eu a escrever????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114968289468342345?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114968289468342345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114968289468342345&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114968289468342345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114968289468342345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/06/cada-palavra.html' title='A cada palavra......'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114916737999777949</id><published>2006-06-01T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:09:40.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/nu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/nu5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha tristeza é profunda,&lt;br /&gt;o meu vazio é imenso,&lt;br /&gt;a espera tortura a minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas sucessivas vão destruindo&lt;br /&gt;o espaço que me resta nesta vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto medo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas de modo algum vou abandonar o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;por mais duro e cruel que seja,&lt;br /&gt;vou recuperar o folego,&lt;br /&gt;e levantar o corpo do chão frio.&lt;br /&gt;Será possivel um dia recuperar o sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;saber de novo viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ficar parada a observar uma decomposição&lt;br /&gt;de sentimentos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;de derrotas sucessivas,&lt;br /&gt;de mágoas impiedosas.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou aqui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114916737999777949?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114916737999777949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114916737999777949&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114916737999777949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114916737999777949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/06/minha-tristeza-profunda-o-meu-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114916560412112569</id><published>2006-06-01T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:40:04.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/images.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/images.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECLARAÇÃO DOS DIREITOS DA CRIANÇA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito à igualdade, sem distinção de raça, sexo, religião ou nacionalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito à proteção especial para o seu desenvolvimento físico, mental e social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito a um nome e a uma nacionalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito à alimentação, moradia e assistência médica adequadas para a criança e a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança física, mental ou socialmente incapacitada tem direito à educação e a cuidados especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Toda criança tem direito ao amor e à compreensão por parte dos pais e da sociedade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito à educação gratuita e ao lazer infantil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito a ser socorrido em primeiro lugar, em quaisquer circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda criança tem direito a ser protegido contra o abandono e a exploração no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toda criança tem direito a crescer dentro de um espírito de solidariedade, compreensão, amizade e justiça entre os povos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.... Todos nós seremos crianças, e como tal temos que respeitar esse momento, mesmo que adulto de corpo sejamos, um dia crianças fomos, e no nosso coração, terá de permanecer a humildade, verdade, carinho, ingenuidade, ternura e amor, que como criança pura de sentimentos visualiza o seu mundo de fantasia e criatividade, vamos deixar que neste dia os nossos olhos tambem possam ver dessa forma transparente de pureza, e que o nosso sorriso seja espontaneo e verdadeiro, e se possivel tornar todos os dias da nossa vida, mais fortes nos sentimentos e dar mais amor ao que nos rodeia, ao nosso mundo, que tambem pertence ás crianças!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E.R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114916560412112569?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114916560412112569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114916560412112569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114916560412112569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114916560412112569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/06/declarao-dos-direitos-da-criana-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114882047268474438</id><published>2006-05-28T13:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:47:52.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu refugio....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/refugio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/refugio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... foi aqui criado, a cada palavra,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não na procura de algo,&lt;br /&gt;mas na forma de entrega.&lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos transcritos&lt;br /&gt;em pequenas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a realidade é composta por essas mesmas palavras&lt;br /&gt;e serão elas as transmissoras de sensações.&lt;br /&gt;Na sua linguagem escrita.....&lt;br /&gt;..... a cada palavra....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114882047268474438?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114882047268474438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114882047268474438&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114882047268474438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114882047268474438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-meu-refugio.html' title='O meu refugio....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114857069886502880</id><published>2006-05-25T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:24:58.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos dançar....</title><content type='html'>... nesta praia de imenso areal,&lt;br /&gt;com o céu de estrelas sobre nós.&lt;br /&gt;A melhor melodia de um mar infinito,&lt;br /&gt;para esta noite ser só nossa.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar descalços,&lt;br /&gt;e nossos corpos na agua mergulhar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero este momento só nosso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114857069886502880?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114857069886502880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114857069886502880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114857069886502880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114857069886502880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/05/vamos-danar.html' title='Vamos dançar....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114831303461827333</id><published>2006-05-22T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:50:34.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A sabedoria.....</title><content type='html'>.... reside no nosso coração e alma,&lt;br /&gt;desejando partilhar amor&lt;br /&gt;partilhar calor&lt;br /&gt;partilhar verdades...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia acreditei em ti,&lt;br /&gt;sonhei que podia tocar na tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ilusão causa sensação&lt;br /&gt;de derrota, de desespero.&lt;br /&gt;A esperança é forte,&lt;br /&gt;e luta com toda a força pra se libertar,&lt;br /&gt;e vencer a batalha.&lt;br /&gt;Será o oceano assim tão infinito?&lt;br /&gt;Ou irá o tempo apagar o teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;será que o vento levou a tua voz?&lt;br /&gt;Tento esquecer o que passou, mas as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;fazem com que a sensação perdure,&lt;br /&gt;e me sufoque de tanta saudade....&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia acontecer, eu estarei aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114831303461827333?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114831303461827333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114831303461827333&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114831303461827333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114831303461827333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/05/sabedoria.html' title='A sabedoria.....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114788137774824130</id><published>2006-05-17T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:56:17.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ausência ...</title><content type='html'>... das minhas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;tornam possivel a descoberta de novos&lt;br /&gt;sentidos e transformam&lt;br /&gt;a vida mais rica de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir que num mundo tão real&lt;br /&gt;é possivel envolver um manto de beleza&lt;br /&gt;e transparencia nas coisas que nos tocam.&lt;br /&gt;Que transmitem equilibrio e estabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Podendo divagar por sitios imaginários,&lt;br /&gt;reencontrar algo perdido pelo esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Amor.....&lt;br /&gt;... que será de mim, se não acreditar&lt;br /&gt;no amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114788137774824130?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114788137774824130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114788137774824130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114788137774824130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114788137774824130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/05/ausncia.html' title='A ausência ...'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114650133133782993</id><published>2006-05-01T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:35:31.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Despertar....</title><content type='html'>..... para mais um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de voar, tal como a gaivota!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso fazê-lo, sou um ser terrestre,&lt;br /&gt;mas de cabeça sempre no ar.&lt;br /&gt;A cada palavra existe para mim, porque nele encontro&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido da fantasia, e o duro da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;pela linguagem verbal,&lt;br /&gt;e virtual daqueles que comigo escrevem,&lt;br /&gt;sempre de coração.&lt;br /&gt;Isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114650133133782993?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114650133133782993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114650133133782993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114650133133782993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que transportamos dentro do sotão,&lt;br /&gt;por vezes caregam tanto o nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;que deixamos de respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Necessito de compreender acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;a verdade para tudo o que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por momentos, sem dar por nada,&lt;br /&gt;estou ali em paz comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Oxalá eu conseguisse somente deixar esse silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;encher o vazio de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Revoltada sempre, é complicado lidar com&lt;br /&gt;esta mudança, repentina e real da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas curiosa, e analitica de mim mesma,&lt;br /&gt;necessidade de descobrir o meu verdadeiro ser.&lt;br /&gt;Perceber atraves da visão e não da ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;criada para mascarar os velhos hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;Desta guerra sei que tenho muito mato pra retirar,&lt;br /&gt;mas compensa saber que somente eu propria&lt;br /&gt;tenho que dar mãos á obra.&lt;br /&gt;Em relação há poesia será mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;quando existir emoção e sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;para a cada palavra libertar o grito de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114581022613418096?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114581022613418096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114581022613418096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114581022613418096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114581022613418096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-coisas.html' title='As coisas.....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114535640736686741</id><published>2006-04-18T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:33:27.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos conversar....</title><content type='html'>Por mais curta que a vida seja, ela será sempre minha.&lt;br /&gt;Terei que construir a estrutura de forma a segurar essa vida&lt;br /&gt;nos momentos menos bons, e alegrar-me nos melhores momentos dessa mesma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se falar de amor...... será sempre de forma solitária.&lt;br /&gt;Que poderia eu falar de paixões e amores passados, pois eles todos pertencem&lt;br /&gt;ao meu passado, ás memórias que estão em "armazem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se falar de felicidade...... será de forma difusa e abstracta,&lt;br /&gt;pois algo que devemos ter em conta, é que cada um de nós tem um criterio de avaliação desta mesma palavra, será que sou feliz? Talvez a minha felicidade seja tão somente viver a vida de forma calma e natural, e saber enfrentar os obstáculos de frente de forma a retirá-los do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se falar de solidão..... será de forma natural, sou uma alma solitária no meio da multidão, nada procuro para alem de me encontrar diariamente a mim propria, tentando descobrir a minha pessoa e meditando em tudo aquilo que tenho por forma de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Se estou sozinha? Penso que nunca me devo sentir só, pois o meu coração não permite que me sinta só, e a imaginação eleva as palavras de forma a explorar a fantasia do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada palavra..... Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque atraves da palavra eu deixo sair aquilo que tenho de melhor em mim, e neste espaço deixo escrito momentos e fantasias que me ajudam a conhecer  o mundo onde vivo, e tudo o que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114535640736686741?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114535640736686741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114535640736686741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114535640736686741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114535640736686741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/04/vamos-conversar.html' title='Vamos conversar....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897271.post-114519133428403525</id><published>2006-04-16T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:42:14.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na descoberta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/1600/gaivota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/1860/400/gaivota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... constante da verdade, pura e nua.&lt;br /&gt;Sei o quanto fui amada por ti,&lt;br /&gt;mas  por algum motivo partiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste para traz somente o vazio, da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de regressar no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a sentir novamente o teu beijo,&lt;br /&gt;o sabor dos teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;o doce da tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saber que parei de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;que na realidade nunca partiste,&lt;br /&gt;continuas aqui junto a mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18897271-114519133428403525?l=acadapalavra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/feeds/114519133428403525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18897271&amp;postID=114519133428403525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114519133428403525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18897271/posts/default/114519133428403525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acadapalavra.blogspot.com/2006/04/na-descoberta.html' title='Na descoberta....'/><author><name>a cada palavra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143653356962466084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ay9n6fI596g/SIymt37m9EI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KU9KZ2P1YlI/S220/benidorm4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
