<?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-22902333</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:25:56.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de Um Sorriso Luso ®</title><subtitle type='html'>It´s Kind of Fun to do the Impossible</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>491</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5306515510260326024</id><published>2008-03-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:56:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E fui vestida de vermelho para outra morada&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-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ewkisrael.blogspot.com&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-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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/22902333-5306515510260326024?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5306515510260326024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5306515510260326024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5306515510260326024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5306515510260326024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-fui-vestida-de-vermelho-para-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7377365624222960544</id><published>2008-03-07T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:01:45.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trago no corpo aquele vestido vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lembras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fica-te tão bem o vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dizias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e eu acreditava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;em tudo o que dizias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mesmo que o não dissesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu acreditava no que os teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não mentiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;que um dia fui a tua paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;em tons de vermelho&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-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;agora deixo que te mostrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;todas as cores do arco-íris&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/22902333-7377365624222960544?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7377365624222960544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7377365624222960544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7377365624222960544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7377365624222960544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-rainbow.html' title='Another rainbow'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6960026018436621369</id><published>2008-03-07T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:56:07.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R9EevdlscDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/MhZngnuLO3c/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174951247570825266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R9EevdlscDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/MhZngnuLO3c/s400/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje, deixei no fundo do Mar a nossa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6960026018436621369?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6960026018436621369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6960026018436621369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6960026018436621369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6960026018436621369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_07.html' title='.......................'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R9EevdlscDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/MhZngnuLO3c/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1470316619681137928</id><published>2008-03-06T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:09:56.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia lindo</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8_m5MIN0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9F353m0omK4/s1600-h/424509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174608367054607090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8_m5MIN0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9F353m0omK4/s400/424509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sento-me a olhar o Mar.Revivo todos os momentos que o desfrutámos juntos.Não te imagino a fazê-lo com outra.Não da mesma maneira.Amanhã neste país, hoje no teu terás dito o sim que tanto quiseste ter sido comigo.Só a mim posso culpar.Fui eu que não te soube segurar.Não consigo imaginar esse momento.Mas sei que levas contigo a mágoa da minha insegurança,da minha mania de liberdade.Afinal é tudo uma ilusão.Só somos livres se amarmos sem bloqueios.Vejo-o hoje.Nem o Mar me consola.Nem o Sol me aquece.Perdi-te.Não te vou dizer se choro,ou quanto o lamento.Aprendeste português, por mim.Calculo que leias isto.Desejo-te toda a felicidade que queria para mim.És único e é tão fácil amar-te....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O dia está bonito e o Mar o mesmo.Fiel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/22902333-1470316619681137928?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1470316619681137928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1470316619681137928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1470316619681137928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1470316619681137928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-dia-lindo.html' title='Um dia lindo'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8_m5MIN0vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/9F353m0omK4/s72-c/424509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1861818438490891698</id><published>2008-03-03T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:34:08.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVAJEAWnlU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVAJEAWnlU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1861818438490891698?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1861818438490891698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1861818438490891698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1861818438490891698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1861818438490891698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-245397065366132838</id><published>2008-03-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:33:11.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a little while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8yXHv3_egI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CIXK5wqyW-Q/s1600-h/vela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173676231308048898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8yXHv3_egI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CIXK5wqyW-Q/s320/vela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pouco falta para que se apague a chama...&lt;/span&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/22902333-245397065366132838?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/245397065366132838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=245397065366132838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/245397065366132838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/245397065366132838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/pouco-falta-para-que-se-apague-chama.html' title='In a little while...'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8yXHv3_egI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CIXK5wqyW-Q/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-189161832198176710</id><published>2008-03-01T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:01:04.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8nWPA9dbFI/AAAAAAAAAew/ndBVRyxDI8o/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172901200455887954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8nWPA9dbFI/AAAAAAAAAew/ndBVRyxDI8o/s400/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-189161832198176710?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/189161832198176710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=189161832198176710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/189161832198176710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/189161832198176710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8nWPA9dbFI/AAAAAAAAAew/ndBVRyxDI8o/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5659663297526629404</id><published>2008-02-29T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:01:07.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8gGvw9dbEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kGOoS0bY1Bw/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172391589701315650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8gGvw9dbEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kGOoS0bY1Bw/s400/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falámos finalmente.Na minha madrugada incómoda,ouvi-te.O toque àquela hora denunciava-te.Ouvi cada palavra,senti a emoção em cada silêncio.Não questionei,deixei que o fizesses.Um misto de sensações invadiu-me.A angústia ía tomando conta da razão.Já não estavas só longe fisicamente, mas também deixavas de pertencer-me em cada pormenor contado do dia que chegará rápido.Chorei silenciosamente.Tu também.Ambos sabiamos que podia ser um adeus.Antes,dependia só e só de nós.Agora já não.Outra te espera. Com ela farás o que nos ficou só por sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixáste-me fugir, disseste.Pensáste demasiado,também disseste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E a as últimas palavras que disseste ,foram: Está em ti a solução.&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/22902333-5659663297526629404?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5659663297526629404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5659663297526629404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5659663297526629404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5659663297526629404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-time.html' title='Our time'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8gGvw9dbEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kGOoS0bY1Bw/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5731759142402351091</id><published>2008-02-28T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:36:13.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;É desconcertante esta calma que paira nos dias que antecedem a catástrofe.Será a desilusão instalada,a incompreensão da reviravolta inesperada,ou simplesmente uma confortável inércia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Servirá de pretexto uma aparição indesejada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Virar as costas ao passado e olhar nouta direcção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Faltam poucos dias e...e esta calma que não se entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/22902333-5731759142402351091?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5731759142402351091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5731759142402351091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5731759142402351091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5731759142402351091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-days.html' title='Few days'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3760476060163771354</id><published>2008-02-27T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:52:21.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8Vc82PgbTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YLO2HoU3nK4/s1600-h/orange.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171641947527343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8Vc82PgbTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YLO2HoU3nK4/s400/orange.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Deixa ficar comigo a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para que a luz do Sol me não constranja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Numa taça de sombra estilhaçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deita sumo de Lua e de laranja..."&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/22902333-3760476060163771354?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3760476060163771354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3760476060163771354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3760476060163771354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3760476060163771354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/deixa-ficar-comigo-madrugada-para-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R8Vc82PgbTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YLO2HoU3nK4/s72-c/orange.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6002557341592525487</id><published>2008-02-22T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:33:32.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R76oPGPgbSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8j2-kreaMT0/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169754399595064610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R76oPGPgbSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8j2-kreaMT0/s400/u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afinal conhecemo-nos? Quanto medo conseguimos acumular? Pensar no futuro.Tratar de ver e solucionar o que não aconteceu. Quanto podemos ver sem fechar os olhos? É o trabalho que nos custa uma vida para poder viver. A que preço compramos esta escravidão?Quando se é responsável, porque não se fêz? E quem é tão idiota para fazê-lo? Dizer basta de uma vez e poder ter as mãos livres. São poucos os que podem dizer: Tenho alma e liberdade, só preciso de seguir o meu rumo. São aqueles cujo limite está sempre em aberto. Não há fim determinado, nem uma meta fixa. Não há uma decisão correcta nem um instinto escutado. Só a sua mente os dirige numa mesma direcção. A direito, por onde nunca se aventuram.O céu não é o seu limite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu, está para lá do céu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6002557341592525487?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6002557341592525487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6002557341592525487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6002557341592525487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6002557341592525487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-limit.html' title='No limit'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R76oPGPgbSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8j2-kreaMT0/s72-c/u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4487275603627559976</id><published>2008-02-20T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:33:36.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something has to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7wluWPgbRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HFtICnK9N_0/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169047950489316626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7wluWPgbRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HFtICnK9N_0/s400/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estranha sensação para sentir, para meditar nem que por um só momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ganhar todo o universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdê-lo num ápice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdi-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Perdi-te?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Incompetência?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdê-lo numa infinidade de confusos sentimentos .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perder capacidade de os controlar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A escolha entre o arco-iris e a tempestade é a opção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Something has to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has gone to far.&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/22902333-4487275603627559976?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4487275603627559976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4487275603627559976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4487275603627559976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4487275603627559976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-has-to-change.html' title='Something has to change'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7wluWPgbRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HFtICnK9N_0/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3435746267537455174</id><published>2008-02-20T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:35:27.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7weI2PgbQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UD9_BjEuDl4/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169039609662827778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7weI2PgbQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UD9_BjEuDl4/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As minhas leituras nesta fase de introspecção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7weAmPgbPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WazEKK8IMsA/s1600-h/baghdad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169039467928906994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7weAmPgbPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WazEKK8IMsA/s320/baghdad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/22902333-3435746267537455174?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3435746267537455174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3435746267537455174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3435746267537455174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3435746267537455174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-minhas-leituras-nesta-fase-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7weI2PgbQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UD9_BjEuDl4/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4949091821489787238</id><published>2008-02-15T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:40:59.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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:180%;"&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:180%;"&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:180%;"&gt;Simplesmente baixo os braços.Desisto.&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/22902333-4949091821489787238?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4949091821489787238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4949091821489787238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4949091821489787238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4949091821489787238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/simplesmente-baixei-os-braos.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8277885134124859730</id><published>2008-02-14T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:13:22.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7Q8oWPgbMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hzmOjPMEy24/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166821336363855042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7Q8oWPgbMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hzmOjPMEy24/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                  The core of man´s spirit comes from new experiences, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                     Happiness&lt;/span&gt; is only realy when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shared&lt;/span&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/22902333-8277885134124859730?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8277885134124859730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8277885134124859730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8277885134124859730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8277885134124859730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7Q8oWPgbMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hzmOjPMEy24/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6041361960943190697</id><published>2008-02-12T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:58:06.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>u know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7IiWWPgbLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qNNyYbzA-pc/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166229489870466226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7IiWWPgbLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qNNyYbzA-pc/s400/sunshine.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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am this light that you see when you cant sleep,&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;that strange feeling you have when you cry.&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im everything you fear,but you dont know what is&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; and im getting bigger every time&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/22902333-6041361960943190697?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6041361960943190697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6041361960943190697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6041361960943190697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6041361960943190697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/u-know.html' title='u know'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R7IiWWPgbLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qNNyYbzA-pc/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-693833113046593075</id><published>2008-02-10T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:34:58.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R69zl2PgbKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/y-qm7S5YwDM/s1600-h/IMG_3909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165474391670156450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R69zl2PgbKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/y-qm7S5YwDM/s400/IMG_3909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Que farias se te perseguisse e não te deixasse respirar?O que fazes para que não te consiga alcançar? Que devo fazer para que não te percas? Estico a mão e só toco o ar. Eu não te persigo, tu escapas-me. Não é que fale e nada diga, és tu que não me ouves. Estou a perder-te e não sei que fazer. Sei-te longe e desespero como nunca. Já não sou a mesma. Sou só a metade.Tens o que já não encontro. O que já me falta. Não é o meu coração, nem a minha alma, nem a minha vida. É a minha teimosia, isso que te fez ir. Isso que faz com que não voltes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-693833113046593075?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/693833113046593075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=693833113046593075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/693833113046593075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/693833113046593075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R69zl2PgbKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/y-qm7S5YwDM/s72-c/IMG_3909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8337449138584500399</id><published>2008-02-07T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:02:46.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6uBsaGCfTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iXAmksHIeSo/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164363997629283634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6uBsaGCfTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iXAmksHIeSo/s400/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já não vejo uma razão para seguir, nem algo claro para começar. Dói o silêncio e a indiferença. Arde-me o peito e queima-me a alma. Se falo sufoco, se me calo desconfias. Por favor não te escapes, não me assustes, não duvides, não me deixes só comigo porque a tua dúvida é o meu fim.&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/22902333-8337449138584500399?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8337449138584500399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8337449138584500399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8337449138584500399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8337449138584500399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/deadly-silence.html' title='Deadly Silence'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6uBsaGCfTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iXAmksHIeSo/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2481290606532750732</id><published>2008-02-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:15:06.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6ncnaGCfSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W7pekJbclHs/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163901017334644002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6ncnaGCfSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W7pekJbclHs/s400/u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sento-me em frente ao Mar sentindo a brisa.Olho à volta e reconheço tudo.Cada detalhe.O céu ilumina-me o rosto e o Sol fala-me.Estou numa duna.Sem me dar conta agarro lentamente punhados de areia.Reparo então como se me escapa por entre os dedos. As minhas mãos não podem conter um milhão de coisas, que todas juntas parecem ser algo, que afinal não o são e se diluem sem deixar rasto.Sensação que me é familiar percorre-me a mente.Uma mão cheia de recordações que pareciam ser um todo, mas que resultaram ser demasiadas para que o meu simples gesto não possa com elas.Já não olho o azul do céu.Cego por uma ira contra a areia que por mais que lhe desfira golpes absurdos, dissolve-se e ali permanece.Caio de joelhos e no desespero rio-me para ela.Venceu-me.O Sol começa a ceder no tempo e pergunto-me:Quando deixei escapar as minhas ideias de areia?Como pude insistir em juntar ideias?Parece-me que só a água a fará consistente.É tempo de aprender a usá-la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2481290606532750732?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2481290606532750732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2481290606532750732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2481290606532750732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2481290606532750732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/sand.html' title='Sand'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6ncnaGCfSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W7pekJbclHs/s72-c/u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1603564687773091021</id><published>2008-02-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:03:14.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our  music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6jJsaGCfRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/g-CDlEkqv8E/s1600-h/p.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163598737536351506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6jJsaGCfRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/g-CDlEkqv8E/s400/p.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sentindo só aquela música, parada, fria no meio de tudo, ouvindo a consciência,revendo o filme. Arruinei tudo o que preparei meticulosamente por querer prepará-lo um pouco mais, sem dar-me conta do porquê, acreditando que só as estrelas morrem de noite e me tens colada à pele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1603564687773091021?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1603564687773091021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1603564687773091021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1603564687773091021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1603564687773091021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-music.html' title='Our  music'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6jJsaGCfRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/g-CDlEkqv8E/s72-c/p.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3743048531826986694</id><published>2008-02-04T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:50:44.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6eyYqGCfQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f43whcbhE7g/s1600-h/IMGP2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163291634489785602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6eyYqGCfQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f43whcbhE7g/s320/IMGP2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Descubro esta duplicidade de sentimentos.Voltar a passar por tudo isto.Pensar que ambos pensamos o mesmo e cada dia estás mais longe da minha meta.Olhamos na mesma direcção mas o teu pensamento é agora outro.O desespero desperta-me pensamentos estranhos.Paralizam-me e chamo-te na saudade.O tempo foi um rival que esperou a vingança apunhalando-me .Mostrou-me o que descurei ter.O que agora desesperadamente tento recuperar.Talvez em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3743048531826986694?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3743048531826986694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3743048531826986694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3743048531826986694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3743048531826986694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-time_04.html' title='MY time'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6eyYqGCfQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f43whcbhE7g/s72-c/IMGP2784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4504196721448212583</id><published>2008-02-01T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:10:09.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6Mk66GCfOI/AAAAAAAAAck/LMrEREuk9EY/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162010192342318306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6Mk66GCfOI/AAAAAAAAAck/LMrEREuk9EY/s400/z.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-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só se vê bem com o coração&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O essencial é invisível à vista&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-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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/22902333-4504196721448212583?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4504196721448212583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4504196721448212583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4504196721448212583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4504196721448212583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/02/generosity.html' title='Generosity'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6Mk66GCfOI/AAAAAAAAAck/LMrEREuk9EY/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2071788939997928307</id><published>2008-01-30T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:26:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6BUH6GCfNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xofF6aPattU/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161217667796991186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6BUH6GCfNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xofF6aPattU/s400/ooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O desânimo instalou-se após a notícia vinda de longe.&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;É imperioso agir,mas sinto-me assim...PARALIZADA!&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Conscientemente, preciso de ajuda!&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje, tenho medo.Muito!&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/22902333-2071788939997928307?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2071788939997928307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2071788939997928307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2071788939997928307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2071788939997928307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R6BUH6GCfNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xofF6aPattU/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1778231445393214203</id><published>2008-01-29T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:30:22.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>throb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R58EyKGCfMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yn3ii9ac96s/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160848957739531458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R58EyKGCfMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yn3ii9ac96s/s400/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro corações.Desenho-os de todas as cores.Trato-os com cuidado, nem sempre com delicadeza.Sinto-lhes o palpitar.Imagino-lhes as emoções.Todos diferentes, tal como nós.&lt;br /&gt;Estão ali à mercê .Há que saber tocar-lhes.Eu sei.Ou será que descuro as emoções ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço-me do meu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1778231445393214203?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1778231445393214203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1778231445393214203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1778231445393214203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1778231445393214203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/throb.html' title='throb'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R58EyKGCfMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yn3ii9ac96s/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5077827147432897380</id><published>2008-01-25T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:35:48.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5p_pKGCfLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aBL5U1pqGG8/s1600-h/end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159576668167371954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5p_pKGCfLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aBL5U1pqGG8/s400/end.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/22902333-5077827147432897380?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5077827147432897380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5077827147432897380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5077827147432897380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5077827147432897380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_25.html' title='........'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5p_pKGCfLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/aBL5U1pqGG8/s72-c/end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4877817810076418681</id><published>2008-01-24T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:18:57.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock cardiogénico ou sufoco de saudade?</title><content type='html'>Sentes-te bem?-perguntei pegando-lhe nos ombros.Olhou-me, abrindo melhor os olhos castanhos.&lt;br /&gt;És mesmo tu? Passou tanto tempo desde aquela manhã.Lembras-te?&lt;br /&gt;Lembro sim, e simulou um leve sorriso.Levou a frágil mão ao peito.&lt;br /&gt;Um estado patológico de coração danificado por insuficiente bombeamento, confunde-se com o seu .Puro engano.O transtorno cardíaco foi o acumular de anos de sofrimento.Amou desde que se lembra capaz de o assumir, a mesma mulher.Anos.Muitos. Perdeu-a sem a ter tido.Morreu estupidamente de acidente dias antes do divórcio. A vida trocou-lhe as voltas.Tirou-lhe a razão.Parece uma sombra do homem que foi.O peito dói-lhe.Mas do Amor que não lhe chegou a dar.Semblante amargo de renúncia de vida.Tentativa de diagnóstico de ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só precisa de tempo num luto prolongado.Renascerá com dôces lembranças.As dos momentos cúmplices de amantes fugidíos.O Sol iluminou-lhe o rosto e secou-lhe as lágrimas que lhe descobri nos olhos castanhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4877817810076418681?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4877817810076418681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4877817810076418681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4877817810076418681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4877817810076418681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/shock-cardiognico-ou-sufoco-de-saudade.html' title='Shock cardiogénico ou sufoco de saudade?'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2574466589817406112</id><published>2008-01-23T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:45:44.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5cl86GCfJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/82TkajVkVdw/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158633626493156498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5cl86GCfJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/82TkajVkVdw/s400/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If a composer could say what he had to say in words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he would not bother trying to say it in music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gustav Mahler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2574466589817406112?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2574466589817406112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2574466589817406112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2574466589817406112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2574466589817406112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/colours-of-music.html' title='Colours of music'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5cl86GCfJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/82TkajVkVdw/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8123700930103838244</id><published>2008-01-22T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:10:15.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5Z2keDEZgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XNU5Rj8HyKM/s1600-h/hL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158440792112784898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5Z2keDEZgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XNU5Rj8HyKM/s400/hL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 28 years ... rest in peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-8123700930103838244?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8123700930103838244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8123700930103838244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8123700930103838244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8123700930103838244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/only.html' title='only...'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5Z2keDEZgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XNU5Rj8HyKM/s72-c/hL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-241142844254040021</id><published>2008-01-22T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:37:46.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5XDO-DEZfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SKjQjF_Up10/s1600-h/ohj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158243610164225522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5XDO-DEZfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SKjQjF_Up10/s320/ohj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dar um tempo numa relação, é um tempo desperdiçado.Despropositada situação que leva a um marasmo e a um final adiado.Ambos sabem o desfecho, só não querem dar o primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;A coragem de o fazer demonstra inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;Respeitar o espaço e tempo de cada um é um fenómeno praticado por poucos.As diferenças aceites prolongam relações e solidificam afectos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-241142844254040021?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/241142844254040021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=241142844254040021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/241142844254040021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/241142844254040021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5XDO-DEZfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SKjQjF_Up10/s72-c/ohj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3903693494658730553</id><published>2008-01-20T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:36:15.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5PDD-DEZdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jYKPTirs0Nc/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157680471232243154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5PDD-DEZdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jYKPTirs0Nc/s400/u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando se trata de defender quem amo fico assim. Expliquei-me bem.Foi, não foi?&lt;br /&gt;Imagino o tempo em que chegaste a casa .Adivinho-te a leres isto sem poderes comentar.Ou vais?&lt;br /&gt;Nem o abraço que lhe deste subtraiu a minha indignação.Não houve beijo nem despedida.Não me esforço para ficarmos no minimo, amigos.Não sei se ainda o mereces.Somos iguais.Defendemos o que amamos.Parece-te errado ? Espera até seres pai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a Lua até estava linda.E eu  desiludi-me mais uma vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3903693494658730553?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3903693494658730553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3903693494658730553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3903693494658730553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3903693494658730553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5PDD-DEZdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jYKPTirs0Nc/s72-c/u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4796522318256182085</id><published>2008-01-18T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:58:17.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A way of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5DB4eDEZcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/apwFBK_duxA/s1600-h/private0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156834749221987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5DB4eDEZcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/apwFBK_duxA/s400/private0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rendimentos fabulosos, descrição controlada, anonimato, viagens, luxo, conhecimentos no mundo da alta finança, são atributos e condições exigidas em encontros amorosos É o mundo da segunda profissão.Fundamental não haver Amor.Só sexo, ou simplesmente saber ouvir.Excepções criam amizades.Mesmo em sítios longínquos.Príncipes incluidos.&lt;br /&gt;Nada ou quase se passa como nos é mostrado no filme português.Não gostei.Insípido.Nem o sorriso e vózinha melosa da protagonista me valeram o tempo.Bonita, elegante e com fama de ser inteligente, gostaria de a ver "tapadinha" noutro registo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4796522318256182085?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4796522318256182085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4796522318256182085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4796522318256182085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4796522318256182085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/way-of-life.html' title='A way of life'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R5DB4eDEZcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/apwFBK_duxA/s72-c/private0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3879362223972731152</id><published>2008-01-17T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:03:57.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4_V4ODEZbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KoLt2DdeMD0/s1600-h/IMG74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156575260182865330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4_V4ODEZbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KoLt2DdeMD0/s400/IMG74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os bolsos onde resguardámos mãos do frio,da insegurança, onde metemos as chaves do carro,da casa e uma infinidade de coisas, são um mundo escondido e muito particular.Umas entram e saem com a velocidade que o momento exige, outras aninham-se  a um canto até que as resgatemos do escuro.Os mais arrumados limpam-nos diáriamente, outros esvaziam-nos quando o peso ou volume  incomoda e geralmente são surpreendidos com algo que pensavam perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou entre uns e outros.Pouco meto nos bolsos.Nem mesmo as mãos.Gosto de os ver bonitos, não deformados.Até aqui nada de raro, não fôsse o facto de ter enviado um agasalho à limpeza-a-sêco.No acto da entrega, foi passada revista aos bolsos.Espanto de quem o levou à loja, e da própria funcionária que de olhos esbugalhados retirava de um deles ,um anel.Voltou a casa e à proprietária que já nem se lembrava de o ter depositado num dos bolsos daquele casaco.&lt;br /&gt;Pensou tê-lo tirado do dedo num dia de fúria em que desejou o mundo só dela.Tentou devolvê-lo em vão.Sim, tinha sido assim.Só não se lembrava onde o tinha metido.Há quanto tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3879362223972731152?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3879362223972731152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3879362223972731152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3879362223972731152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3879362223972731152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/pocket.html' title='Pocket'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4_V4ODEZbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KoLt2DdeMD0/s72-c/IMG74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5017802902359068267</id><published>2008-01-16T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T04:32:34.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R431r-DEZaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/w9wdUigiduE/s1600-h/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156047284148135330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R431r-DEZaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/w9wdUigiduE/s400/cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As ofensas são como as nuvens, tiram-nos o Sol...&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;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sei que tenho uma postura dificil de entender mas é com ela que tenho resolvido a minha vida.Com altos, baixos e com os tais degraus que nem todos conseguem subir sem descer outros tantos.Nunca disse que era de fácil trato, de fácil compreensão.Sou como sou,com todos os meus defeitos, e são imensos, mas quem  estiver comigo precisa saber que acima de tudo tem de me respeitar.Não peço muito, mas do respeito não abdico.Manias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22902333-5017802902359068267?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5017802902359068267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5017802902359068267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5017802902359068267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5017802902359068267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R431r-DEZaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/w9wdUigiduE/s72-c/cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8449925518992507472</id><published>2008-01-15T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T04:12:34.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4yeMODEZZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-y0ueiLhrCA/s1600-h/IMG30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155669606198961554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4yeMODEZZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-y0ueiLhrCA/s400/IMG30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A decisão certa é irmã da decisão errada.&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que distingue as duas é o nosso conhecimento ácerca delas.&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-A.Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda sob a boa onda em que me encontro, tomarei uma decisão tanto tempo adiada.A intuição que me rege nestas situações vai com toda a certeza orientar-me na melhor direcção.O bom de sermos só nós a decidir, é que nunca poderemos culpar alguém se não tivermos acertado na escolha.Também é reconfortante sabermos que de nós saiu a vitória.Sem interferências de terceiros.É isto que chamo os degraus da Vida.Não dificuldades.Só opções.Ser positiva tem-me dado força para discernir o momento certo para cada decisão.Ouvir conselhos, opiniões de pessoas abalizadas nos vários assuntos é sem dúvida inteligente, mas o sim ou não, por aqui ou por ali, só nós o devemos fazer.Conscientes e determinados.&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/22902333-8449925518992507472?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8449925518992507472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8449925518992507472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8449925518992507472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8449925518992507472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4yeMODEZZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-y0ueiLhrCA/s72-c/IMG30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1119703640580880235</id><published>2008-01-14T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:00:59.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4taiuDEZYI/AAAAAAAAAas/H9mELFXdc6w/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155313750978618754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4taiuDEZYI/AAAAAAAAAas/H9mELFXdc6w/s400/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje estou no centro do arco-iris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy! Happy! Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1119703640580880235?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1119703640580880235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1119703640580880235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1119703640580880235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1119703640580880235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4taiuDEZYI/AAAAAAAAAas/H9mELFXdc6w/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7161642276618241899</id><published>2008-01-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:31:07.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4f3vODEZXI/AAAAAAAAAak/fL2VZE06cAs/s1600-h/orange1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154360689145701746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4f3vODEZXI/AAAAAAAAAak/fL2VZE06cAs/s400/orange1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosto de laranja.Da côr laranja.De laranjas.Céus laranja,túlipas laranja, margaridas laranja.O laranja Outono de NY.Labaredas laranja .Desertos laranja.Do laranja do dôce-de-abóbora no requeijão branco.Sumo de laranja,t-shirts laranja,rosas laranja.&lt;br /&gt;A côr laranja alegra-me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-7161642276618241899?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7161642276618241899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7161642276618241899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7161642276618241899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7161642276618241899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/oeange.html' title='Orange'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4f3vODEZXI/AAAAAAAAAak/fL2VZE06cAs/s72-c/orange1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3358342011567939284</id><published>2008-01-10T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:57:43.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4X1ruDEZWI/AAAAAAAAAac/DXgcf4ISylo/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153795480039482722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4X1ruDEZWI/AAAAAAAAAac/DXgcf4ISylo/s400/fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Podiamos ter tido medos enquanto crianças.Podiamos ter sido atormentados pelas dúvidas do escuro.Podiamos ter visto o que não era visivel.Mas não, nunca fomos medrosos ainda que tivéssemos tido  razões de insegurança sobre o futuro.Não tu, que eras miúdo, só eu que me responsabilizei.O medo bloqueia.Rejeitámo-lo! Ensinaram-me, a ti também.Resultou.És um homem brilhante.Fico vaidosa ao olhar-te.Continuo a não ser medrosa e só assim tenho vivido situações fantásticas.Nada ou quase me é vedado.O quase é o meu problema.Sim, tenho um medo.Medo de ficar presa a um sítio, uma terra,um país.Por um Amor.Tenho medo das algemas.Nasci para ser livre.Para saltimbanco.Forma estranha de amar.É o meu medo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3358342011567939284?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3358342011567939284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3358342011567939284&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3358342011567939284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3358342011567939284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4X1ruDEZWI/AAAAAAAAAac/DXgcf4ISylo/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5134917569527962265</id><published>2008-01-09T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:15:48.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4VQh-DEZUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FM2a5lkalA0/s1600-h/cartas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153613893117175106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4VQh-DEZUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FM2a5lkalA0/s400/cartas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não gosto de pessoas com vicios, sejam eles jogos ou idas à bruxa.Todos os anos oiço uma amiga desenvolver teorias sobre previsões.Não dela que nada entende do assunto, mas da sua conselheira com fisionomia de bruxa.Assenta-lhe tão bem este nome, só lhe falta mesmo a vassoura.Diz-se adivinha do futuro.Lê as cartas que sábiamente deita enquanto os tontos esperam que a sina lhes seja favorável.Claro que o bom nome da dita não lhes estraga as previsões, seria catrastófico e perderia credibilidade.Também perderia amizades.Ninguém gosta de más noticias.E de lá saiu a minha amiga à qual lhe reconheço  inteligência para não acreditar ou participar nestas trafulhices,com mais uma mão cheia de indicações sobre os meses vindouros.Novos amores, fartura de euros, criancinhas e um final de ano em cheio.Será?&lt;br /&gt;Não faça ela por isso não...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-5134917569527962265?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5134917569527962265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5134917569527962265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5134917569527962265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5134917569527962265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/witch.html' title='Witch'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4VQh-DEZUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FM2a5lkalA0/s72-c/cartas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8161016715697256347</id><published>2008-01-08T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:29:49.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4P2buDEZTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VEPJoWY57JY/s1600-h/mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153233354719782194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4P2buDEZTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VEPJoWY57JY/s400/mix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E porque gosto de contrastes para animar a vida,volto cheia de força para mais descobertas.Serei objectiva neste ano, serei mais dócil também.Deliciar-me -ei com a paleta de cores que os sentimentos me oferecem.Do vermelho da paixão ao branco insípido, testarei todos até poder dizer que sou Feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-8161016715697256347?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8161016715697256347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8161016715697256347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8161016715697256347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8161016715697256347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2008/01/mix.html' title='Mix'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R4P2buDEZTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VEPJoWY57JY/s72-c/mix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7127171522947805140</id><published>2007-12-28T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:31:40.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R3V3zuDEZSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6ZfH-7RzlgE/s1600-h/ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149153479385965858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R3V3zuDEZSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6ZfH-7RzlgE/s400/ny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desejo-vos um fantástico 2008!&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lutem pelos vossos ideais, não desistam, amem e acima de tudo...sorriam muito.Eu vou dar os primeiros passos no novo ano do outro lado do charco.&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como alguém dizia, BEM-HAJAM e sejam FELIZES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-7127171522947805140?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7127171522947805140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7127171522947805140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7127171522947805140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7127171522947805140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R3V3zuDEZSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6ZfH-7RzlgE/s72-c/ny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-128094824983771270</id><published>2007-12-23T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:34:07.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you a Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R27pyuDEZRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YwEUHt1FrX4/s1600-h/hn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147308481694688530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R27pyuDEZRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YwEUHt1FrX4/s400/hn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Merry Christmas,Gëzuar Krishtilindjen,Frohe Weihnachten, Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari gaghand, Zorionak,Bon Nadal,Chuk Sung Tan,Sretan Božić,Feliz Navidad,Felices Pascuas,Gajan Kristnaskon,Hyvää joulua,Joyeux Noël,Καλά Χριστούγεννα, Buon Natale,Merii Kurisumasu,Kung His Hsin Nien,Prettig Kerstfeest,Sarbatori Fericite,S prazdnikom Rozdestva Hristova,God Jul,Srozhdestvom Kristovym,Sreken Božić,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-128094824983771270?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/128094824983771270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=128094824983771270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/128094824983771270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/128094824983771270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wish-you-merry-christmas.html' title='i wish you a Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R27pyuDEZRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YwEUHt1FrX4/s72-c/hn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8109688102353267580</id><published>2007-12-22T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:28:37.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R22Z2uDEZQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VwEav9KCM_Q/s1600-h/IMG+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146939114507232514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R22Z2uDEZQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VwEav9KCM_Q/s400/IMG+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Olho-te,  e sei  que tu sabes que desespero por estar só nestas noites em que teimas em mostrar-te e desafiar-me a dizer-lhe quanto preciso dele...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-8109688102353267580?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8109688102353267580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8109688102353267580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8109688102353267580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8109688102353267580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/always-moon.html' title='Always the Moon'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R22Z2uDEZQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VwEav9KCM_Q/s72-c/IMG+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3139198458285867714</id><published>2007-12-19T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:09:37.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabatic time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2kuG-DEZOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VBqt5v5SJNM/s1600-h/IMG751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145694746517464290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2kuG-DEZOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VBqt5v5SJNM/s320/IMG751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Termina um ano que foi gratificante para mim.Resolvi alguns impasses, declinei algumas propostas de trabalho, aceitei a mais vantajosa e resumi os meus objectivos. Alcancei parte da Paz desejada. Arrumei sentimentos , baralhei vontades das quais escolhi uma a seguir. Abri o baú aos arrumos das doces memórias , e reciclei as amargas. Aprendi, cresci com  novas experiências , estudei, escrevi e até pintei não só nas telas as aguarelas, mas também os sentimentos com as cores mais alegres.Vivi um tempo sabático do qual aproveitei o melhor. A decisão de o ter feito passou pela descoberta do amor maternal que me abriu desejos à maternidade biológica e crescimento da prol.Para tal preciso de rever amores e ceder ao melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Os objectivos para 2008 estão definidos.Cumpri-los é meu intuito e usarei a minha teimosia e persistência, mas contarei sempre com os contornos da Vida. Sei com toda a certeza que não abrirei mão do Amor e dos momentos felizes num qualquer ponto do Mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3139198458285867714?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3139198458285867714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3139198458285867714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3139198458285867714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3139198458285867714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/sabatic-time.html' title='Sabatic time'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2kuG-DEZOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VBqt5v5SJNM/s72-c/IMG751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8823917786434067436</id><published>2007-12-18T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T04:14:22.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2e4NODEZNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5gr9rn8TQGE/s1600-h/IMG264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145283636542858450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2e4NODEZNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5gr9rn8TQGE/s400/IMG264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Quando a escrita de um argumento se apressa do final há que recorrer à cafeína.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alerta os sentidos, estimula a creatividade e anima a escrita.&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/22902333-8823917786434067436?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8823917786434067436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8823917786434067436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8823917786434067436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8823917786434067436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/novel.html' title='Novel'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2e4NODEZNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5gr9rn8TQGE/s72-c/IMG264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1817776626279450215</id><published>2007-12-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:16:40.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2Ztf-DEZMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_p5z3O4Wlsw/s1600-h/noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144920020316611778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2Ztf-DEZMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_p5z3O4Wlsw/s400/noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já fiz as compras de Natal.Com a excepção de alguns mimos para nós dois, optei por comprar tudo em Portugal.Livros, vinhos, chocolates,brinquedos tudo foi adquirido por cá.Também já fiz a árvore e o presépio.Contei com a ajuda preciosa de umas mãozinhas que deliciosamente colocaram cada enfeite com alegria e Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom ser mãe, mas nestes momentos é mais especial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1817776626279450215?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1817776626279450215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1817776626279450215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1817776626279450215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1817776626279450215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2Ztf-DEZMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_p5z3O4Wlsw/s72-c/noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8738107978897580041</id><published>2007-12-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:19:24.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2Bd3wfOwrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/G6VRP428oyI/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143213986947187378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2Bd3wfOwrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/G6VRP428oyI/s400/paris.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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou ali e já volto...&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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/22902333-8738107978897580041?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8738107978897580041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8738107978897580041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8738107978897580041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8738107978897580041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-days.html' title='4 days'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R2Bd3wfOwrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/G6VRP428oyI/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2790325322675722604</id><published>2007-12-09T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:46:42.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1x1vgfOwqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_k2Ljby50ws/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142114333585490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1x1vgfOwqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_k2Ljby50ws/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje estou babada de orgulho.Vi-o reunir alguns brinquedos preferidos que cuidadosamente colocou numa caixa com o destino certeiro.Dar aos meninos que visitamos periodicamente.Quem não fica sensivel a tal gesto de quem só conhece o conforto recentemente.Claro que a minha lagrimita ao canto do olho espreitou quando juntou também algumas roupas.Perante a minha curiosidade quanto aos agasalhos, a resposta foi rápida.Não preciso disto tudo!Juntou-lhe aquele sorriso maroto que me convence a ceder a todos os seus pedidos, e abraçou-me até me deixar sem fôlego.São assim os seus abraços.É ele que me controla com a sua doçura.É a ele que me rendo e à sua generosidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2790325322675722604?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2790325322675722604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2790325322675722604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2790325322675722604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2790325322675722604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1x1vgfOwqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_k2Ljby50ws/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6933455521320178777</id><published>2007-12-08T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:02:32.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1tLAwfOwpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KqcN2UeAq8w/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141785875961528978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1tLAwfOwpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KqcN2UeAq8w/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um dia de sorte ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A escolha do dia pode ser fundamental para iniciar uma actividade, uma viagem, ou mesmo uma nova vida ? Quem sabe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6933455521320178777?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6933455521320178777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6933455521320178777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6933455521320178777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6933455521320178777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-7_08.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1tLAwfOwpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KqcN2UeAq8w/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4066580284702787738</id><published>2007-12-06T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:08:54.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1f77wfOwnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/meXX1zN2poo/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140854503713456754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1f77wfOwnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/meXX1zN2poo/s400/waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Espero por ti neste Natal.Deverás chegar como sempre com um sorriso no rosto de criança rebelde, que alguma diabrura praticou nos últimos dias antes da data festiva.O abraço de levantar os pés do chão deixar-me -á sem fôlego para te recriminar pelas ausências sistemáticas.&lt;br /&gt;Brindaremos a esse momento,também a mais um Natal juntos, mas, e onde ficarão os sentimentos? Não, não é à amizade que já é estatuto entre nós,mas ao que nunca esqueceremos por mais Natais que vivamos.Os olhares cruzar-se-ão inúmeras vezes, cheios de cumplicidade, de recordações e saberemos mais que os outros que nos acompanharão.Perguntaremos à nossa razão se algum dia o ultrapassaremos. Mais ainda, se realmente o desejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto espero-te sómente para mais um Natal. A magia da quadra festiva vem recheada desses sentimentos que alegra miudos e adultos.O desejo e a ilusão. Nestes dias sou mais criança, mais indefesa .Estarei nas tuas mãos, farás de mim o que a tua intuição ditar.Mas tu não o sabes e limitarás os impulsos .A presença de familiares deixar-te-á de pés e mãos atados. Os momentos a sós, esses, serão desejados. Por ambos? veremos.&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto ,vou estimulando a criatividade adivinhando todos os detalhes desse momento sempre mágico...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4066580284702787738?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4066580284702787738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4066580284702787738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4066580284702787738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4066580284702787738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1f77wfOwnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/meXX1zN2poo/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7853941280227269205</id><published>2007-12-02T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:14:19.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1M0HwfOwmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BCekTc-RfDM/s1600-R/vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139508907639489122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1M0HwfOwmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/usDiVQKaLCE/s400/vv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pousei para ti numa tarde morna de final  de Verão.Vi o teu olhar penetrante desenhar-me o corpo nu como a querer certificar-se da ausência de imperfeições.Tudo parecia quase perfeito.E,  eu tremia.Não de frio, mas de insegurança.Nunca me tinhas olhado assim. &lt;div&gt;Cada milímetro de pele foi minunciosamente revisto com olhar austéro e sem o minimo sentimento.Foi essa a diferença do profissional que não quis envolver-se.Senti-me segura e a aprovação chegou sem sobressaltos.No final deste-me os parabéns com ar distante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horas depois amaste-me com a entrega que te caracteriza.Eras novamente tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-7853941280227269205?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7853941280227269205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7853941280227269205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7853941280227269205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7853941280227269205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/12/lover.html' title='Lover'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R1M0HwfOwmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/usDiVQKaLCE/s72-c/vv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1537761320412709116</id><published>2007-11-29T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:07:57.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R082mrlrNuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kCpYjP6Py8A/s1600-h/oh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138385738016700130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R082mrlrNuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kCpYjP6Py8A/s400/oh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R081krlrNtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bakv-clEnoY/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138384604145333970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R081krlrNtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bakv-clEnoY/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;M o m e n t o s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1537761320412709116?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1537761320412709116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1537761320412709116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1537761320412709116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1537761320412709116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/child.html' title='Child'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R082mrlrNuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kCpYjP6Py8A/s72-c/oh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2326409659123221241</id><published>2007-11-26T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:19:19.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0tW9rlrNrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q9evD429yf4/s1600-h/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137295417618937522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0tW9rlrNrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q9evD429yf4/s400/why.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mesma questão. Interrogações diárias quando nos olhamos ao espelho. Porquê? Emoções contidas em nome da satisfação do controle de tudo. Investigamos a memória de momentos perfeitos já passados e o que fica? A doce ilusão do "poder ter sido". De uma hipotética felicidade que por teimosia não deixámos acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é pouco,viver sem ti a mais dura decisão. A melhor? Não o sei ainda.Temo o dia em que passarei o filme e saberei a falta que me fizeste. Se tinha que ser assim ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2326409659123221241?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2326409659123221241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2326409659123221241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2326409659123221241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2326409659123221241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0tW9rlrNrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q9evD429yf4/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3011246857675840186</id><published>2007-11-24T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:06:09.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0i5UrlrNqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ai0650Sh7eU/s1600-h/kkkoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136559139965318818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0i5UrlrNqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ai0650Sh7eU/s400/kkkoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks for the memory&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;of things i cant forget...&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                  Sinatra -Thanks for the Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3011246857675840186?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3011246857675840186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3011246857675840186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3011246857675840186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3011246857675840186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the Memories'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0i5UrlrNqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ai0650Sh7eU/s72-c/kkkoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4983573314429810199</id><published>2007-11-23T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:06:31.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 u</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0dqArlrNpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HKEOVr0TtC4/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136190459972630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0dqArlrNpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HKEOVr0TtC4/s320/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na falta de outros, estes também adoçam a alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4983573314429810199?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4983573314429810199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4983573314429810199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4983573314429810199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4983573314429810199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/4-u.html' title='4 u'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0dqArlrNpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HKEOVr0TtC4/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4979122122148610508</id><published>2007-11-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:17:36.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0YKELlrNoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WKI8PL7_VLU/s1600-h/gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135803492009195138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0YKELlrNoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WKI8PL7_VLU/s320/gone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Partiram.Deixaram para trás o incómodo de viver, na perspectiva de uns, noutros a tristeza da impossibilidade desta vivência que nos desperta cada manhã e nos abre as portas a mais um dia, a mais uma aventura.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram-nos, sem o querer. Alguns decidiram-no.Outros tentaram adiar a partida anunciada.Uns e outros, perderam tudo o que nos é oferecido por cá.&lt;br /&gt;Todos perderam.&lt;br /&gt;Até aqueles que a olhos alheios descansariam.Ninguem parte de vontade.Mesmo que tenham planeado a viagem, algo os motivou.Talvez uma angústia, um sofrimento, uma desilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partiram.Não importa como, quando, e porquê.Deixaram saudade.Falta dos afectos.Dos abraços.Das palavras.Dos olhares.Da presença.&lt;br /&gt;Serão sempre lembrados.Notada a ausência.Chorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-nos falta os nossos mortos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4979122122148610508?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4979122122148610508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4979122122148610508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4979122122148610508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4979122122148610508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/R0YKELlrNoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WKI8PL7_VLU/s72-c/gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1130407056422268415</id><published>2007-11-21T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:06:03.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por veces lo que nos une es tan fuerte como lo que nos separa&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/22902333-1130407056422268415?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1130407056422268415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1130407056422268415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1130407056422268415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1130407056422268415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/por-veces-lo-que-nos-une-es-tan-fuerte.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7519020870834714512</id><published>2007-11-16T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:45:47.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rz25XLlrNnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q_H619TKNJo/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133462958171174514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rz25XLlrNnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q_H619TKNJo/s320/cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what´s up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-7519020870834714512?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7519020870834714512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7519020870834714512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7519020870834714512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7519020870834714512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/cold.html' title='???'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rz25XLlrNnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q_H619TKNJo/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6076948647832873482</id><published>2007-11-14T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:39:17.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RzuTdDrZxBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IDZY-jkpyEo/s1600-h/shiuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132858327731651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RzuTdDrZxBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IDZY-jkpyEo/s400/shiuuu.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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No rompas el silencio si no es para mejorarlo&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;provérbio chino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6076948647832873482?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6076948647832873482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6076948647832873482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6076948647832873482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6076948647832873482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/clever.html' title='Clever'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RzuTdDrZxBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IDZY-jkpyEo/s72-c/shiuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7700683273020348905</id><published>2007-11-12T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:40:28.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RzjTthRrnDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/N2K7U_SXYQs/s1600-h/xxxxxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132084554368785458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RzjTthRrnDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/N2K7U_SXYQs/s400/xxxxxxx.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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lá se foram os dias quentinhos, de tardes fantásticas de um Outono a não querer deixar partir o Verão...&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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/22902333-7700683273020348905?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7700683273020348905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7700683273020348905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7700683273020348905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7700683273020348905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-days.html' title='Perfect days'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RzjTthRrnDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/N2K7U_SXYQs/s72-c/xxxxxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5867876769754447448</id><published>2007-10-31T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:15:48.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por onde ando ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RyiMovv6dYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nfOxCy3uFJo/s1600-h/IMG028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127502807401395586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RyiMovv6dYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nfOxCy3uFJo/s400/IMG028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por aqui ... &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sejam felizes !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22902333-5867876769754447448?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5867876769754447448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5867876769754447448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5867876769754447448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5867876769754447448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-onde-ando.html' title='Por onde ando ?'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RyiMovv6dYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/nfOxCy3uFJo/s72-c/IMG028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5893580837331936153</id><published>2007-10-12T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T05:17:44.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rw9lKe51tkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kkTQTzN6vtY/s1600-h/IMG011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120422532112299586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rw9lKe51tkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kkTQTzN6vtY/s400/IMG011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os últimos dias do Verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-5893580837331936153?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5893580837331936153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5893580837331936153&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5893580837331936153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5893580837331936153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rw9lKe51tkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kkTQTzN6vtY/s72-c/IMG011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-9126720884118027338</id><published>2007-10-11T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:31:25.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rw4loO51tjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BdDE6YHvTVU/s1600-h/shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120071199492519474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rw4loO51tjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BdDE6YHvTVU/s400/shame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na Birmânia diz-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;" Morre-se de vergonha, não de medo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22902333-9126720884118027338?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/9126720884118027338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=9126720884118027338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/9126720884118027338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/9126720884118027338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/proverb.html' title='Proverb'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rw4loO51tjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BdDE6YHvTVU/s72-c/shame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5539610679540668206</id><published>2007-10-10T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:49:04.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rwy73-51tiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GB8kPVZKgX4/s1600-h/australia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119673446866204194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rwy73-51tiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GB8kPVZKgX4/s400/australia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beleza que atrai alguns como uma droga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-5539610679540668206?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5539610679540668206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5539610679540668206&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5539610679540668206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5539610679540668206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rwy73-51tiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GB8kPVZKgX4/s72-c/australia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6482212332283339861</id><published>2007-10-07T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:43:33.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RwjEv-51thI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PAqZDe8wQhc/s1600-h/petertrickett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118557305125058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RwjEv-51thI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PAqZDe8wQhc/s400/petertrickett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A minha companhia hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6482212332283339861?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6482212332283339861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6482212332283339861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6482212332283339861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6482212332283339861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know ?'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RwjEv-51thI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PAqZDe8wQhc/s72-c/petertrickett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6701337609035546436</id><published>2007-10-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:54:19.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58 ft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RwKqN-51tgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t5UBwQuF-DA/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116839283846919682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RwKqN-51tgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t5UBwQuF-DA/s400/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dark and deep, enchanted sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trembling moon and the stars unfurled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There she goes , my beautiful World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;                                                                                   Nick Cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6701337609035546436?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6701337609035546436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6701337609035546436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6701337609035546436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6701337609035546436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/10/58-ft.html' title='58 ft'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RwKqN-51tgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t5UBwQuF-DA/s72-c/58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8796862852132404709</id><published>2007-09-29T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:21:24.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZFgBJQ9Vo4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZFgBJQ9Vo4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-8796862852132404709?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8796862852132404709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8796862852132404709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8796862852132404709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8796862852132404709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_29.html' title='..........................'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6622667871085466351</id><published>2007-09-28T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:36:27.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rv1-gu51tfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6UTknvglB34/s1600-h/IMG+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115383852574291442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rv1-gu51tfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6UTknvglB34/s400/IMG+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6622667871085466351?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6622667871085466351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6622667871085466351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6622667871085466351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6622667871085466351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='..............................'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rv1-gu51tfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6UTknvglB34/s72-c/IMG+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6944597850016886305</id><published>2007-09-25T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:33:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvmLVu51teI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m7744RrvQ7g/s1600-h/md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114272057340048866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvmLVu51teI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m7744RrvQ7g/s400/md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comecei a arrumar coisas.Deitar fora outras.Organizar  outras tantas.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque o faço, mas algo me diz que é certa esta minha orientação.&lt;br /&gt;Será da Lua?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6944597850016886305?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6944597850016886305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6944597850016886305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6944597850016886305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6944597850016886305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/ela-e-eu.html' title='Ela e eu'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvmLVu51teI/AAAAAAAAAWM/m7744RrvQ7g/s72-c/md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2567685632366953132</id><published>2007-09-23T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:43:52.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rvakru51tdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ESJMe_JkZOQ/s1600-h/ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113455498157733330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rvakru51tdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ESJMe_JkZOQ/s400/ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rvakie51tcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2fkgDKJmT4g/s1600-h/kkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113455339243943362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rvakie51tcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2fkgDKJmT4g/s400/kkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Limpeza selectiva .Inicio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2567685632366953132?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2567685632366953132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2567685632366953132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2567685632366953132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2567685632366953132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rvakru51tdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ESJMe_JkZOQ/s72-c/ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3895997722466999904</id><published>2007-09-22T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:35:56.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7qu51tbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GMaxKvXKYWo/s1600-h/o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113128926024414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7qu51tbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GMaxKvXKYWo/s320/o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7g-51taI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MZfQrGPAawE/s1600-h/o2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113128758520690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7g-51taI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MZfQrGPAawE/s320/o2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7WO51tZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UZL5qjWuD1U/s1600-h/o3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113128573837096338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7WO51tZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UZL5qjWuD1U/s320/o3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje estou assim ... impaciente !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3895997722466999904?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3895997722466999904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3895997722466999904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3895997722466999904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3895997722466999904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvV7qu51tbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GMaxKvXKYWo/s72-c/o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8890257928561580570</id><published>2007-09-21T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:19:15.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvPf3-51tYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gcr8px3b8s0/s1600-h/cortÃ©s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112676154867037570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvPf3-51tYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gcr8px3b8s0/s400/cort%C3%A9s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anda uma rapariga a tentar organizar a sua vida pessoal e profissional e vem um catalão destabilizar, com o anúncio da sua ida para Cortés.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez devo ignorar e focar-me na minha vida futura.O Mar tem de esperar.&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/22902333-8890257928561580570?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8890257928561580570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8890257928561580570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8890257928561580570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8890257928561580570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-boy.html' title='Bad boy'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvPf3-51tYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gcr8px3b8s0/s72-c/cort%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4188044712242990656</id><published>2007-09-20T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:00:56.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stuck in a moment ...&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/22902333-4188044712242990656?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4188044712242990656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4188044712242990656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4188044712242990656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4188044712242990656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/stuck-in-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7768342675855380715</id><published>2007-09-19T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:58:48.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvDizqMFHOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/D3Rfwkx112E/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111834954191674594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvDizqMFHOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/D3Rfwkx112E/s400/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltar é sempre a alegria dos reencontros, dos abraços mesmo que a ausência seja de um só dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-7768342675855380715?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7768342675855380715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7768342675855380715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7768342675855380715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7768342675855380715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RvDizqMFHOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/D3Rfwkx112E/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-656027111428553040</id><published>2007-09-16T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:43:25.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause these are the days worth living!&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/22902333-656027111428553040?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/656027111428553040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=656027111428553040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/656027111428553040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/656027111428553040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/cause-these-are-days-worth-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3884373274150763250</id><published>2007-09-10T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:59:20.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuUUQfzeosI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QVogjouNKJA/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108511625969574594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuUUQfzeosI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QVogjouNKJA/s400/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou  ao outro lado do charco uns dias , desta vez por um motivo que me faria ir a nado, não houvesse outra possibilidade(risos) . Já volto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3884373274150763250?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3884373274150763250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3884373274150763250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3884373274150763250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3884373274150763250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-days.html' title='4 days'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuUUQfzeosI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QVogjouNKJA/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5447788816031703033</id><published>2007-09-09T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:12:03.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDTvzeopI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X4Dj3bKQQAc/s1600-h/0-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108281883873944210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDTvzeopI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X4Dj3bKQQAc/s400/0-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDNfzeooI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L3ORQ_tcRUQ/s1600-h/466079-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108281776499761794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDNfzeooI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L3ORQ_tcRUQ/s400/466079-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDBfzeonI/AAAAAAAAAUk/99D2uyEvZ0M/s1600-h/3980973887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108281570341331570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDBfzeonI/AAAAAAAAAUk/99D2uyEvZ0M/s400/3980973887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCuvzeomI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aWxvPJwD3EU/s1600-h/0-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108281248218784354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCuvzeomI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aWxvPJwD3EU/s400/0-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCk_zeolI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uEbN-Ox6v3I/s1600-h/3830001404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108281080715059794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCk_zeolI/AAAAAAAAAUU/uEbN-Ox6v3I/s400/3830001404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;o nosso futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCcvzeokI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-E32NT0NewY/s1600-h/0-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280938981139010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCcvzeokI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-E32NT0NewY/s400/0-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCW_zeojI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UBZ2yiPkeZQ/s1600-h/3794632271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280840196891186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCW_zeojI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UBZ2yiPkeZQ/s400/3794632271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCNPzeoiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9jAQlfXNWqI/s1600-h/210112-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280672693166626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCNPzeoiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9jAQlfXNWqI/s400/210112-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCEvzeohI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RgMovsnw64I/s1600-h/0-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280526664278546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRCEvzeohI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RgMovsnw64I/s400/0-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRB_PzeogI/AAAAAAAAATs/uJY-7FJZza0/s1600-h/2312574916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280432174998018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRB_PzeogI/AAAAAAAAATs/uJY-7FJZza0/s400/2312574916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRB4vzeofI/AAAAAAAAATk/inwcFUzfPxQ/s1600-h/0-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280320505848306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRB4vzeofI/AAAAAAAAATk/inwcFUzfPxQ/s400/0-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRBy_zeoeI/AAAAAAAAATc/wcUiYoHrpWE/s1600-h/2304557289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108280221721600482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRBy_zeoeI/AAAAAAAAATc/wcUiYoHrpWE/s400/2304557289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as crianças não são o melhor do Mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-5447788816031703033?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5447788816031703033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5447788816031703033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5447788816031703033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5447788816031703033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/inocncia.html' title='Inocência'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuRDTvzeopI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X4Dj3bKQQAc/s72-c/0-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-9059333654915192776</id><published>2007-09-07T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:51:17.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07.09.07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&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-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;De vez en cuando la Vida nos besa en la boca&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/22902333-9059333654915192776?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/9059333654915192776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=9059333654915192776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/9059333654915192776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/9059333654915192776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-veces-la-vida-nos-besa-en-la-boca.html' title='07.09.07'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2477861580120431585</id><published>2007-09-06T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:52:32.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luciano Pavarotti</title><content type='html'>" I think a life in music is a life beautifully spent and this is what I have devoted my life to "-                                                                                                                       Luciano Pavarotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuBJMfzeoBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vjhRA8iQf2w/s1600-h/luciano-pavarotti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107162456482816018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuBJMfzeoBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vjhRA8iQf2w/s400/luciano-pavarotti1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciosos momentos com Luciano Pavarotti, por escolha ou pura coincidência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longas cirurgias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paixão no reino de Castela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorriso em Praga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concerto em Barcelona...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessun Dorma de Puccini na serenidade do Nepal... uma promessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avé Maria de Shubert no altar?...talvez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvi outros tenores que me ofereceram  momentos fantásticos, mas Pavarotti conquistou-me pela doçura, encanto, inteligência , charme e seu enorme coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que os deuses se deliciem com a sua voz.Uma das Maravilhas do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2477861580120431585?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2477861580120431585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2477861580120431585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2477861580120431585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2477861580120431585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/luciano-pavarotti.html' title='Luciano Pavarotti'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RuBJMfzeoBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vjhRA8iQf2w/s72-c/luciano-pavarotti1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-7903517469562564802</id><published>2007-09-06T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:17:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os campeões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt_uHfzeoAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zxGo6xFFTZ4/s1600-h/r3215181358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107062315025342466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt_uHfzeoAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zxGo6xFFTZ4/s400/r3215181358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei de saber que o campeão do mundo do triplo salto, Nelson Évora, é adepto da Fé Bahá´í.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade só quem exerce os principios básicos da prática de boas acções e na excelência do desemprenho, associado ao conhecimento consciente da pessoa, pode ser um Campeão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na comunidade Bahá’í há orações e ensinamentos, mas não padres, igrejas, ou hierarquias religiosas, há um só Deus mas todas as religiões são válidas, pois os princípios são semelhantes. Acredita-se que a pessoa atinge o conhecimento por si própria, através das acções, e somos todos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que tento entender o Corão, a Biblia e alguns escritos bahaís, como forma de entender as diferenças que levam às guerras, considero algumas passagens do Corão como pensamentos que me possam reger na vida. A religião nos países árabes é muito importante, e na prática quando alguém lhes coloca uma questão relacionada com ela, eles tentam solucioná-la.É para mim uma prova de inteligência.Claro que em qualquer religião o "demais" é fanatismo.Um erro a evitar em tudo na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praticar o bem, olhar os outros como iguais, partilhar o que temos com os mais necessitados, saber ouvir, dar a mão sem questionar, distribuir sorrisos, saudações a desconhecidos, dispender todo o tempo necessário aos idosos e educar as crianças com muito Amor, fará decerto da nossa passagem por esta linda Terra, um fantástico feito.E seremos campeões, mesmo que não pratiquemos nenhuma modalidade desportiva, ou não tenhamos nenhuma religião.A Fé está nos detalhes do dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns ao Nelson Évora pelo seu desempenho e pela sua orientação de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-7903517469562564802?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/7903517469562564802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=7903517469562564802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7903517469562564802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/7903517469562564802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/09/os-campees.html' title='Os campeões'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt_uHfzeoAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zxGo6xFFTZ4/s72-c/r3215181358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6081181306053100507</id><published>2007-09-05T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T05:02:23.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt554_zen_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/enL0vG-MmKg/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106653047591706610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt554_zen_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/enL0vG-MmKg/s400/ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She´s so lucky! Até pode ser verdade, mas a sorte não está ao alcance de uma mão.Faz-se. Constrói-se diáriamente.Passo a passo.Com muita perseverança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem foi sem dúvida um desses dias de sorte.Começou bem, logo pela madrugada, quando o telefone tocou, porque alguém do outro lado do charco não conseguiu guardar a tão esperada notícia.O meu sonho tinha sido aprovado ao fim de quase dois anos.Projecto em que me empenhei com muito esforço, que me privou de horas de sono e muito estudo.Nunca desacreditei de receber a compensação do meu intuito, mesmo quando colegas me tentaram consolar com semelhanças de desalento.Vi ontem finalmente os e mails de felicitações e o que mais me orgulhou foi o conteúdo de um em particular.Pessoa qualificadissima, que outro aqui neste pedacinho plantado com graciosidade junto ao Mar, nunca se dignaria a fazê-lo, frisou com aquele calor de alegria que só alguns sabem dar, o seu muito obrigado pelo meu esforço na busca de novos meios de soluções para o bem do nosso semelhante.Senti nas suas palavras emoção e quase me saiu de lá um abraço sentido.Fiquei Feliz.Por mim, por todos os que acreditaram na minha capcidade, mas principalmente pelos que irão beneficiar um dia da minha teimosia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas um lucky day não é só isto.E como diz um certo ditado português"em casa de ferreiro, espeto de pau"fui adiando uma ida a uma especialidade que não a minha.Uma dôr no peito, que associei a uma pancada numa das muitas minhas loucuras no Mar.Uma mamografia.Resultado.Boas mamocas.Tudo Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digam lá que não há dias de sorte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6081181306053100507?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6081181306053100507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5618495394835204745</id><published>2007-09-04T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:28:35.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Dia Mundo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt0zMfzen-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PLRtwtBeWZ0/s1600-h/Montana+Raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106293842296872930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rt0zMfzen-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PLRtwtBeWZ0/s400/Montana+Raven.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;Lekker dag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bonne Journée!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hezký Den!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Die dulci fruere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;اتمنى لك يوما طيبا &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenga un buen dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Die dulci fruere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Schonen Tag noch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buona giornata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a Nice Day !&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/22902333-5618495394835204745?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5618495394835204745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-898470935326749630</id><published>2007-09-03T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:28:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não à tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rtv73_zen9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iekcDN5mmCM/s1600-h/dsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105951541993316306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rtv73_zen9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iekcDN5mmCM/s400/dsc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não está nos meus genes deixar-me abater por tempestades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Vida é uma benção que diáriamente valorizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorrio-lhe em agradecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/22902333-898470935326749630?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/898470935326749630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=898470935326749630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/898470935326749630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RtslePzen8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/u_IxV6UX78o/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105715804123340738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RtslePzen8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/u_IxV6UX78o/s400/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A minha intuição diz-me que se avizinha uma tempestade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4858790554915227710?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4858790554915227710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4368127712446841401</id><published>2007-08-31T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:21:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RtlnW_zen7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/aG67nYUghgc/s1600-h/IMG472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105225297383301042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RtlnW_zen7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/aG67nYUghgc/s400/IMG472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rtgnyfzen6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/uPTTqU7LTVs/s1600-h/IMG471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104873926108815266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rtgnyfzen6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/uPTTqU7LTVs/s400/IMG471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ficar em casa a remoer palavras que nos foram ditas talvez num impulso impensado,ou talvez com muita razão, não nos leva à melhor decisão a tomar quanto à pessoa que nos fez esse favor de nos pintar o negro quadro da nossa existência.&lt;br /&gt;Uma ida à praia é bem mais compensador.Faz-se exercicio fisico e exercita-se a imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4368127712446841401?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4368127712446841401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4150711917989732126</id><published>2007-08-29T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T05:13:51.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta sou eu...</title><content type='html'>Saí da auto-estrada.Fiz um desvio para almoçar, porque as crianças mudam-nos os hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentada na zona onde posso aceder à minha escrita, enquanto eles almoçam.Não tenho fome.&lt;br /&gt;Estou magoada.Triste.Pela primeira vez na vida sinto-me um estorvo para os outros, uma má influência.Uma má pessoa.Por vezes ouvirmos a verdade dói.Dói muito.Sentimos que talvez os outros, os que nos querem bem, que nos abraçam com felicidade, que nos elogiam,que nos olham com ternura, talvez nos mintam, ou nos omitam a verdade.Que somos um péssimo ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em introspecção.Ponto por ponto, facto por facto, passo-os como um filme.Tento ver onde errei, onde consigo ser cruel ao magoar os outros.De facto pensei sempre que me podia orgulhar de ser quem sou.Parece que me enganei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabafo.Palavras de pensamentos que me atormentam.Não pareço eu a falar,mas estou assim.&lt;br /&gt;Desolada.Magoada.Desiludida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4150711917989732126?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4150711917989732126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4150711917989732126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4150711917989732126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4150711917989732126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/08/esta-sou-eu.html' title='Esta sou eu...'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2860625604101232086</id><published>2007-08-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:44:35.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Este espaço tem os dias contados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2860625604101232086?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2860625604101232086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2860625604101232086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2860625604101232086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2860625604101232086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/08/este-espao-tem-os-dias-contados.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8592921445621980022</id><published>2007-08-24T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:12:12.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho, realidade  ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rs7U2Pzen4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xTtmoU0e2TM/s1600-h/tantric+embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102249456277823362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rs7U2Pzen4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xTtmoU0e2TM/s400/tantric+embrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pegou-lhe na mão, puxou-a para si, encostou-a ao peito.Sentiu-a.Tremia.Beijou-a ali, no sitio da nuca onde a sabia abandonar-se ao sabor do prazer.Ela entregou-se-lhe , não sem antes opôr-se às suas investidas.Lutaram em tensão, em provocação, em selvagem desalinho de conhecimentos de corpos suados na noite quente.A loucura dominou-os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordou e sentiu-se excitado com a ideia de a procurar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-8592921445621980022?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8592921445621980022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8592921445621980022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8592921445621980022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8592921445621980022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/08/sonho-realidade.html' title='Sonho, realidade  ?'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rs7U2Pzen4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xTtmoU0e2TM/s72-c/tantric+embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-9057223501193482889</id><published>2007-08-15T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:38:12.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“You only lie to two people in your life, your girlfriend and the police. Everybody else you tell the truth to.”&lt;br /&gt;— Jack Nicholson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-9057223501193482889?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/9057223501193482889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=9057223501193482889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/9057223501193482889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/9057223501193482889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-only-lie-to-two-people-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2866340434728311573</id><published>2007-08-10T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:05:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrwqbL9lhjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gvs3IzVRgig/s1600-h/IMG542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrwqbL9lhjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gvs3IzVRgig/s400/IMG542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096995524832495154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantou os olhos num impulso na tentativa de os desviar da realidade.Estava ali, não havia dúvida.Havia montagens,pensou ela,mas aquela foto era real,até podia ver o rosto risonho e doce que o denunciava .A desconhecida,que talvez até nem o fôsse,não lhe interessava.Estava no seu direito, do momento vivido do faz-de-conta, ou de uma verdade esporádica.Tanto lhe interessava saber as suas razões,só lhe adivinhava os motivos da acção, mas o que lhe feria a visão e quase lhe atormentava a alma, era a descoberta de um sentimento pensado morto.O ciúme, esse vil arrepio que lhe trazia à memória as infidelidades.A traição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largou a foto como se o seu toque a queimasse.E foi quando levantou os olhos num impulso, para não mais olhar o que a deixava confusa,que reparou na parede branca, que lhe permitia desvendar sómente um pedaço de azul.O seu aliado, o azul.O céu colocado em cima do Mar.Tudo azul.Só a parede branca lhe tapava o que ela sabia.O seu refúgio.Pensou que um sorriso lhe tinha chegado levemente ao rosto.Sentiu-se protegida.O Mar tinha sido testemunha de outros vis momentos, mas só ele a compreendia,estava lá para ela, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensou em não o confrontar com aquele pedaço de papel que captou o momento.Nem queria saber os que lhe antecederam ou seguiram,deixava-a agoniada.Já conhecia in loco,infelizmente.Nem tolerou a hipótese da presunção de inocência.Os detalhes,eram reveladores.Decidiu-se dizer-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite foi incómoda, como a verdade.Pela manhã só lhe restava o consolo do Azul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-2866340434728311573?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrwqbL9lhjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gvs3IzVRgig/s72-c/IMG542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-5629106367386231688</id><published>2007-08-08T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:46:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrmQiL9lhiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B_60cclSA3A/s1600-h/IMG+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrmQiL9lhiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B_60cclSA3A/s400/IMG+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096263370347480610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O AMOR É COMO D.QUIJOTE, QUANDO RECUPERA O JUÍZO ESTÁ MORIBUNDO"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              J.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b51aXDwCqI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b51aXDwCqI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-5629106367386231688?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/5629106367386231688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=5629106367386231688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5629106367386231688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/5629106367386231688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrmQiL9lhiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B_60cclSA3A/s72-c/IMG+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1487299403327451467</id><published>2007-08-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T05:59:14.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento certeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrCANb9lhhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4hqpBq3aExM/s1600-h/IMG+_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrCANb9lhhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4hqpBq3aExM/s400/IMG+_0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093712146888754706" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dei-te uma oportunidade de me teres assim, de perto.Desperdiçaste-a."Os desperdicios de uns, são as chances de outros.A Vida contempla-nos com momentos únicos e especificos que talvez nunca voltem a suceder,por isso temos de ser rápidos e intuitivos,para não nos deixarmos ultrapassar pelos outros.Os que esperam desesperadamente pela sua sorte.Pelo seu momento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1487299403327451467?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1487299403327451467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1487299403327451467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1487299403327451467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1487299403327451467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/08/momento-certeiro.html' title='Momento certeiro'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RrCANb9lhhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4hqpBq3aExM/s72-c/IMG+_0125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1775193677742608937</id><published>2007-07-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:32:24.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rq4m-b9lhgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/r4MhNdj1FUc/s1600-h/IMG+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rq4m-b9lhgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/r4MhNdj1FUc/s320/IMG+432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093051082702423554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou divertir-me!Não,não vou à discoteca, nem para o meio da multidão que se passeia diáriamente de um lado para o outro, para ver e ser visto.Isto não faz parte do meu conceito de divertimento.Vou ver a Lua, cheia, redonda, provocadora, ela que  faz meter-me pelo Mar para a olhar, onde as luzes das casas não a ofuscam.&lt;br /&gt;Vou divertir-me sim.Um mergulho, que me deixará a pele fresca,ali,no meio da escuridão somente cortada pelo  reflexo do luar na superficie liquida,onde tenho por hábito libertar a imaginação.Levo companhia claro.O entardecer, o pôr-do-Sol, e a noite vão ser meus aliados.A desculpa, ver a Lua.O propósito,o meu pedacinho de diversão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1775193677742608937?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1775193677742608937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1775193677742608937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1775193677742608937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1775193677742608937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-mar.html' title='No Mar'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rq4m-b9lhgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/r4MhNdj1FUc/s72-c/IMG+432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-1042148724909291533</id><published>2007-07-27T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:21:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rqpo9L9lhfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9MaVvtczdAs/s1600-h/IMG+512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rqpo9L9lhfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9MaVvtczdAs/s320/IMG+512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091997729088177650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinar-lhe aos poucos, o equilibrio na prancha,o prazer de navegar,ou o deslumbre do mergulho,nada até agora foi comparável à simplicidade da construção de castelos de areia.Foi bom voltar a fazê-los.Misturá-los aos risos,aos abraços, aos olhares cumplices de tanto Amor que estamos a descobrir...Ser mãe é sublime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-1042148724909291533?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/1042148724909291533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=1042148724909291533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1042148724909291533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/1042148724909291533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/castelos.html' title='Castelos'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rqpo9L9lhfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9MaVvtczdAs/s72-c/IMG+512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-8258269613273898013</id><published>2007-07-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:38:54.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sándor Márai - As Velas Ardem Até ao Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RqdgbL9lheI/AAAAAAAAAN0/psFvJJpihPE/s1600-h/as+velas+ardem+sempre+at%C3%A9+ao+fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RqdgbL9lheI/AAAAAAAAAN0/psFvJJpihPE/s400/as+velas+ardem+sempre+at%C3%A9+ao+fim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091143923949471202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O instinto,esse mistério,esse sexto sentido que é mais refinado e preciso  que o  olfacto ou a visão, começou a funcionar nos nervos do animal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando o destino,numa forma qualquer,se dirige directamente a nós,quase nos chama pelo nosso nome,no fundo da ansiedade e do medo sempre irradia uma certa atracção, porque o homem não quer só viver a todo o custo,não,o homem quer conhecer e aceitar o seu destino por completo  e a todo o custo, até à custa do perigo e da destruição."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E às vezes cheguei a pensar que a amizade talvez seja uma ligação semelhante à união fatal do gémeos.Uma identidade singular da inclinação,da simpatia,do gosto,da  cultura e da paixão une duas pessoas ao mesmo destino.Faça o que fizer um deles contra o outro,os seus destinos são comuns.É inútil que um deles fuja do outro,porque sabem tudo,que é essencial,um do outro.E é inútil que um deles escolha um novo amigo ou uma nova amante,sem permisssão secreta,tácita do outro,não é capaz de se libertar dessa comunhão.O destino dessas pessoas cumpre-se paralelamente,mesmo que vá um deles para longe ,por exemplo,para os trópicos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei no livro que até nem tem muitas páginas e li-o de uma ponta a outra de um só fôlego.Gostei.Bastante mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me pensar,esta história bem narrada que conta sobre a amizade,a paixão,pela música e pelos trópicos,de Baghdad,das fugas,encontros secretos, e desencontros,da traição e sobretudo do perdão só concedido num sentimento que poucos possuem.&lt;br /&gt;Fidelidade.&lt;br /&gt;As passagens acima mencionadas tocam-me particularmente.Por situações vividas.&lt;br /&gt;Foi por ti Velinhas,que o li.Foste tu que me despertaste a curiosidade pelo livro e me proporcionaste um par de horas de muito boa leitura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém dizia...Bem Hajas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-8258269613273898013?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/8258269613273898013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=8258269613273898013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8258269613273898013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/8258269613273898013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/sndor-mrai.html' title='Sándor Márai - As Velas Ardem Até ao Fim'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RqdgbL9lheI/AAAAAAAAAN0/psFvJJpihPE/s72-c/as+velas+ardem+sempre+at%C3%A9+ao+fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6646806983195736806</id><published>2007-07-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:34:05.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you Love something,set it free.If it comes back it was meant to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6646806983195736806?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6646806983195736806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6646806983195736806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6646806983195736806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6646806983195736806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-love-somethingset-it-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-999893845395130927</id><published>2007-07-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:35:45.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia /Norwest</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6leHGHCKeSg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6leHGHCKeSg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Noroeste da Austrália ocupa um terço do território do país.Área superior à Europa Ocidental.A ppulação é diminuta nesta região.A costa estende-se pelo Oceano Indico e pelo Mar de Timor. e está mais próxima de Bali ,da Indonésia do que de Sidney.Todo o Noroeste é rico em ferro,´bauxite, níquel, gás natural,petróleo,diamantes e ouro.Vastas zonas de plantação de trigo,florestas e desertos são parques nacionais.A região de Kimberley, mais a Norte, é uma das mais antigas zonas geológicas do planeta.Foi aqui que o tempo e elementos formaram gargantas profundas e impressionantes montanhas constratando com planícies vermelhas e áridas.As regiões costeiras são de arenito riquissimo em fósseis.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, no Noroeste existem dois lugares naturais de enorme interesse atractivo.A cratera de Wolf Creek, um enorme buraco no deserto, provocado pela queda de um gigante meteorito há mais ou menos cinquenta mil anos.Bungle Bungle,um antigo maciço de arenito que cobre a vasta área de quatocentos e cinquenta kms quadrados&lt;br /&gt;Habitantes e nativos cordiais sabem aproveitar o tempo e tirar partido de uma enorme oferta da Natureza. Razão principal de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth , cidade bem estruturada,verdejante,calma,simpática, de contrastes, moderna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejhQ7p0ZsHk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejhQ7p0ZsHk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cito alguém bem conhecedor deste país...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deitado de costas e a olhar para o céu negro senti-me subir até àquela imensidão brilhante..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-999893845395130927?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/999893845395130927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=999893845395130927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/999893845395130927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/999893845395130927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/australia-norwest.html' title='Australia /Norwest'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-4728819317492969791</id><published>2007-07-19T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:11:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo un Si</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ODKWJGM1144"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ODKWJGM1144" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-4728819317492969791?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/4728819317492969791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=4728819317492969791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4728819317492969791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/4728819317492969791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_19.html' title='Solo un Si'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-2676077890433254904</id><published>2007-07-17T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:40:26.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rp1PROOC4CI/AAAAAAAAANs/CHUP5Z9FPsY/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088310311291904034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rp1PROOC4CI/AAAAAAAAANs/CHUP5Z9FPsY/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Escadas que se descem ou sobem.É mas fácil descer.O esforço é maior para subir.É como a vida.Descer é fácil e alguns deixam-se levar pelo facilitismo.E descem.Dificil mesmo é não cairmos em tentação e manter a noção do degrau que não devemos nunca pisar.Fazê-lo só, sem alguem que nos segure a mão é um desafio ao equilibrio. &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/22902333-2676077890433254904?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/2676077890433254904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=2676077890433254904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2676077890433254904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/2676077890433254904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/Rp1PROOC4CI/AAAAAAAAANs/CHUP5Z9FPsY/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-3318847274117689996</id><published>2007-07-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:10:54.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha de coração e opção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RpqMZeOC4BI/AAAAAAAAANk/sG8BBk68cVU/s1600-h/lisbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087533098304987154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RpqMZeOC4BI/AAAAAAAAANk/sG8BBk68cVU/s400/lisbon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo-a a envelhecer.Está suja, desmazelada.Lava-se poucas vezes e daqui a nada os seus braços deixarão de tocar o seu amor que sempre lhe deu de beber.Terá de serpentear através do betão que lhe tira a vista e que a priva do seu amante azul.Irão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crescer&lt;/span&gt; mais espinhos entre os dois, sem justificação, por imposição e vontade de alguns que não lhe sentem amor, mas a usam para encher o ego.Está estragada.Cai aos bocados, aqui e ali, e não lhe dão a mão, não a tratam. Anda ao abandono.As feridas , esburacadas pedem pontos e não pensos. Adiam a cura, estagna e anda moribunda.Poucos se importam com ela. Mentem sempre, quando dizem que é por ela que se debatem.Não a enxovalhem mais, tenham dignidade por ela e só por ela... Afinal uma cirurgia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reconstructiva&lt;/span&gt; e um interesse em renovar-lhe a indumentária teria um efeito fantástico.Voltaria a ser a princesa do Tejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma volta, mais uma mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu saiba da sua sorte.Talvez perto, talvez longe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-3318847274117689996?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/3318847274117689996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=3318847274117689996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3318847274117689996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/3318847274117689996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/minha-de-corao-e-opo.html' title='Minha de coração e opção'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RpqMZeOC4BI/AAAAAAAAANk/sG8BBk68cVU/s72-c/lisbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22902333.post-6923926023121504297</id><published>2007-07-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:11:28.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RpZR5OOC4AI/AAAAAAAAANc/7VQHuEmp9sM/s1600-h/sex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086342872672952322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RpZR5OOC4AI/AAAAAAAAANc/7VQHuEmp9sM/s400/sex1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casual, de uma só noite, teriam sexo com um desconhecido? E repetiriam a experiência com outros estranhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22902333-6923926023121504297?l=memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/feeds/6923926023121504297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22902333&amp;postID=6923926023121504297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6923926023121504297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22902333/posts/default/6923926023121504297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeumsorrisoluso.blogspot.com/2007/07/casual.html' title='Casual'/><author><name>Hannanur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06653992898654096762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6732/2336/1600/justagirl.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtbmoA3ftSY/RpZR5OOC4AI/AAAAAAAAANc/7VQHuEmp9sM/s72-c/sex1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
