<?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-9436570</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:16:13.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num beco sem saida</title><subtitle type='html'>Simplesmente... O meu espaco.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-5370101671874258917</id><published>2008-05-31T18:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:37:42.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano e 2 meses....</title><content type='html'>O nosso amor perdura... estamos felizes... ele me complete e me faz sorrir de novo.... me faz acreditar que amar é a melhor coisa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo amorzao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xCx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-5370101671874258917?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5370101671874258917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=5370101671874258917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5370101671874258917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5370101671874258917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-ano-e-2-meses.html' title='1 ano e 2 meses....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-2185557980208137504</id><published>2007-11-25T10:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:35:32.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu estou feliz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-2185557980208137504?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2185557980208137504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=2185557980208137504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/2185557980208137504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/2185557980208137504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-estou-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-2257035619736478793</id><published>2007-06-05T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T02:36:50.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rmdg2UWuLoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Jw6xvdTb8o/s1600-h/2___Oak_Or_Cherry_Hollow_Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073129991549365890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rmdg2UWuLoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Jw6xvdTb8o/s320/2___Oak_Or_Cherry_Hollow_Hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu e tu.... Juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2 meses maravilhosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te adoro bobo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-2257035619736478793?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2257035619736478793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=2257035619736478793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/2257035619736478793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/2257035619736478793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/06/eu-e-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rmdg2UWuLoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Jw6xvdTb8o/s72-c/2___Oak_Or_Cherry_Hollow_Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-796787378158966431</id><published>2007-05-31T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:00:43.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentir...</title><content type='html'>Whatever you do... Just....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rl4c9iT9ULI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q-ufhdpSAkM/s1600-h/Dont_Lie_To_Me_by_JudiLiosatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070522073973870770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rl4c9iT9ULI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q-ufhdpSAkM/s320/Dont_Lie_To_Me_by_JudiLiosatos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;em&gt;Just don't. Please cause Ive really REALLY fallen for you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te adoro bobo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By: Judi Liosatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-796787378158966431?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/796787378158966431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=796787378158966431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/796787378158966431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/796787378158966431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/05/mentir.html' title='Mentir...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rl4c9iT9ULI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q-ufhdpSAkM/s72-c/Dont_Lie_To_Me_by_JudiLiosatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-5857708752036565291</id><published>2007-05-30T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:58:12.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rly9vCT9UKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1LphHgjYd34/s1600-h/coracao.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070135896284418210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rly9vCT9UKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1LphHgjYd34/s320/coracao.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;é pra sentir...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não pra entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te adoro gato...&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/9436570-5857708752036565291?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5857708752036565291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=5857708752036565291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5857708752036565291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5857708752036565291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/Rly9vCT9UKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1LphHgjYd34/s72-c/coracao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-6395561624725404058</id><published>2007-05-27T02:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:56:01.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não Existe Preconceito Pra Se Amar"&lt;br /&gt;                    Sorriso Maroto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ninguém aceita o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mais novo que você&lt;br /&gt;Meu sentimento é de verdade&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que eu posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me ensinou o que eu não sabia&lt;br /&gt;O amor não escolhe hora e nem lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o que pensou minha família&lt;br /&gt;Mas juro tô querendo me casar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o meu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Andou meio de mal comigo&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que eu tava perdido&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente iludido&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não dei ouvido não&lt;br /&gt;Ouví a voz do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor diz sim&lt;br /&gt;É melhor se dar&lt;br /&gt;Não existe preconceito pra se amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta e' a letra da musica que ele ouve e diz q lembra um pouco nosso relacionamento.... Eu gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TE ADORO meu bobo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-6395561624725404058?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/6395561624725404058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=6395561624725404058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/6395561624725404058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/6395561624725404058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-existe-preconceito-pra-se-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-7397288050395062744</id><published>2007-05-24T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:44:55.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RlWjwiT9UJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tT0JkuVYbBw/s1600-h/heat+on+white+sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137009914925202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RlWjwiT9UJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tT0JkuVYbBw/s320/heat+on+white+sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por vezes sinto a pureza do amor dele por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                    outras sinto um medo de estar a ser enganada novamente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Shhh....   Eu tambem te adoro muito)&lt;/span&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/9436570-7397288050395062744?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7397288050395062744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=7397288050395062744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/7397288050395062744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/7397288050395062744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/05/shhh.html' title='Shhh....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RlWjwiT9UJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tT0JkuVYbBw/s72-c/heat+on+white+sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-4414857343855488576</id><published>2007-05-23T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:46:35.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixonadissima......</title><content type='html'>Apaixonadissima e' como me sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha 6 semanas que namoro com um menininho que me esta a fazer muito feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' dificil explicar como tudo aconteceu... nos conhecemos por mero acaso... talvez por falarmos a mesmo lingua num pais estrangeiro... talvez por ironia do destino!&lt;br /&gt;Adorei conhece-lo, adorei a sua maneira de ser, a sua simpatia, o sorriso dele, a maneira como me fazia rir e sentir... adorei o seu estilo "Bad boy... que ainda e' um pouco inocente...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo estamos a conhecernos melhor... eu adoro cada vez mais a pessoa que ele e'. Adoro estar junto dele, adoro partilhar a minha vida com ele, adoro o que ele faz por mim, e como partilha a vida comigo.... simplesmente adoro-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... tou com receio, sim tenho o pe' um pouco atras, sim tenho medo do que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Sim ele e' brasileiro.... sim tenho o olho bem aberto... sim nao vou confiar nele tao facilmente como isso....Mas eu nao posso viver pensando no que sofri no meu passado... e' altura de olhar em frente e viver a minha vida sem medos e perconceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nnao escolhemos por quem nos apaixonamos nem quando....&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao me queria apaixonar assim tao rapido... nao estava a espera que ninguem me fizesse sentir assim depois do que passei... Mas todos temos direito a um pouco de felicidade... e eu neste momento estou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apaixonei-me, e ele faz me sentir bem. Vou viver um dia de cada vez. Vou disfrutar o momento... vou gozar esta paixao.... vou ver aonde o destino me leva.... pois o destino...ninguem o conhece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me:- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apaixonadissima&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-4414857343855488576?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4414857343855488576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=4414857343855488576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4414857343855488576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4414857343855488576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/05/apaixonadissima.html' title='Apaixonadissima......'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-4610762993531981522</id><published>2007-04-04T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:18:00.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De Regresso</title><content type='html'>Andei escondida.... mas agora voltei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novidades ha muitas... umas melhores do que outras.&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei se vou continuar a escrever so em Portugues ou se tambem vou escrever em Ingles porque as vezes eu desenrrasco-me melhor em Ingles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja nao ia a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt; 6mesinhos... e fui la este fim de semana passado passar 5dias... cada vez me custa mais deixar o meu lindo pais para tras.... cada vez tenho mais saudades da minha inbicta... cada vez mais me custa dizer adeus aos amigos e familiares...  A vontade de ir e ficar cresce cada vez mais... mas ao mesmo tempo sei q este lindo pais nunca sera capaz de me proporcionar as oportunidades que eu tenho aqui no Reino Unido. Mas quem sabe um dia o amor venca tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coracao&lt;/span&gt; ficou em &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;.... e eu regressei para as terras da Sra Majestade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-4610762993531981522?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4610762993531981522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=4610762993531981522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4610762993531981522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4610762993531981522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-regresso.html' title='De Regresso'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-3502755308385825365</id><published>2007-04-03T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:33:40.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha historia - Parte IV</title><content type='html'>Part IV.... Cont... da parte II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chamada com o Sr M... pai do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; fez-me relembrar todo o relacionamento com o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; e o que tem acontecido depois.&lt;br /&gt;O Sr M sabe que eu ainda adoro o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sr M descobriu que eu tive com o filho dele durante as minhas ultimas mini-ferias em Portugal (Parte III)... entao nesta chamada telefonica perguntou-me como tinha corrido.&lt;br /&gt;Expliquei-lhe que nao havia muito a dizer ou a fazer, o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; esta em Portugal e eu estou no Reino Unido, ele namora e por parte esta feliz, que me diz que nao sabe o que sente por mim, que por muito que tente e' muito dificil ele nao me querer ver quando estou em Portugal e que nao consegue deixar d pensar em mim... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contei que o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; pediu-me para eu nao estragar a minha vida por dele. Para nao abandonar o meu curso, para seguir em frente com a minha vida sem ele, pk o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; sabe que nos queremos coisas diferentes da vida, e que ele neste momento nao me consegue garantir nada. Que eu podia ate deixar tudo para tras, lutar por ele, vencer, e juntarmos-nos, ser-mos felizes... mas que ninguem consegue dizer por quanto tempo a nossa felicidade iria durar... se iriamos ter um futuro juntos por mto tempo ou se tudo iria terminar passado uns tempos...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu e ele neste momento nao temos futuro.... nao temos garantia d nada.... etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;Que por muito q seja dificil temos que continuar a nossa vida... e ver o que o futuro nos tras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sr M.... disse-me que eu pra ele sou como uma filha... que nao sou das melhores menininhas... nem muito menos das piores... (sou rebelde e bem mazinha mas tb sou mto mto boazinha e amavel quando e' preciso...) mas que ele nao sabe explicar porque... mas adora-me e gostava mto mto que eu e o filho dele conseguissemos ter um futuro junto. Mas ao mesmo tempo concorda com o filho, e pede-me para nao deixar a minha vida para tras. Para continuar com os estudos etc, pk o filho dele nao tem condicoes para me dar o que eu mereco. Que deixe a minha vida continuar e que espere para ver o que o futuro nos tras.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o Sr M acredita que eu e o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; possamos ser felizes.... ele acredita que o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; me adora... mas o problema e' a distancia. O &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; sabe que nao me consegue dar o que eu mereco, por isso me deixa seguir a minha vida sem ele.... Que em casa falam muito d mim... e o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; fica sempre sem falar... simplesmente nao consegue falar de mim nem olhar ninguem nos olhos quando perguntam algo sobre mim... etc&lt;br /&gt;Por isso toda a familia tem a certeza que ele ainda tem sentimentos por mim.... Mas que nao entendem pk e' q ele nao veio a luta... e que agora ele esta em algo confortavel, mas nao necessariamente bom e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que digo eu ao Sr M... Que eu vou continuar com a minha vida vou... que vou deixar que o destino decida o meu caminho... e que se o destino faca com que eu me volte a cruzar com o filho dele... ai talvez eu va a luta.... e vamos ver em que vai dar.... se nao cruzar tenho e' que tentar seguir em frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei pk senti q por mto q adore o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; tenho que o esqucer... tenho que desistir de pensar nos "e se..." , que por mto que a familia adorasse que ele estivesse comigo... ele nao esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida continua... ele sabe aonde eu me encontro... ele sabe o que senti e o que sinto e sabe tb que com o tempo passando tudo vai mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha historia ira continuar. Ha dias que com certeza vou escrever sobre o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; e me vou lembrar do amor que tive.... ha outros em que o vou bloquear da minha memoria.... em que o vou esquecer... Ha dias em que nao terei vontade de escrever ou pensar... ha dias em que vou sorrir e outros em que vou chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a minha vida continua.... E em frente eu sigo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-3502755308385825365?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/3502755308385825365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=3502755308385825365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/3502755308385825365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/3502755308385825365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/04/minha-historia-parte-iv.html' title='A minha historia - Parte IV'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-4387681007608478490</id><published>2007-04-02T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:34:39.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha historia - Parte III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parte III (explicarei o pk da parte II na parte IV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estive em Portugal a uma semaninha atras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui la passar 5 dias pk precisava do BI renovado (em Portugal e' muito mais rapido do que ir ao nosso inutel consulado em Londres...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouca gente sabe, mas durante esses 5 dias eu tive com o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; uma so vez. Em segredo pk os meus pais matariam-me se soubessem, e a querida namorada dele iria odiar-me ainda mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa sexta eu mandei uma msg ao &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; como mandei a mtos amigos/as meus, a dizer que estava em Portugal, no cafezinho local, se quisessem para aparecer que eu pagava um copo. Alguns responderam, outros apareceram,etc. O &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; nao respondeu e eu continuei com a minha noite.&lt;br /&gt;Ja nao o via a 8 meses e nao estava a espera de ter resposta dele, longe de mim ve-lo, ja que a nossa ultima conversa cara a cara tinha sido super dolorosa para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao eu segui a minha vida, fui para a noite com uma prima minha...&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu na casa d banho do famoso Via Rapida, prestes para vir embora (ja era tarde)... quando o meu telele liga... Olho para o ecra e vejo "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D.... 96&lt;/span&gt;" O meu coracao palpitou e eu ganhei um sorriso de orelha a orelha.Para dizer a verdade nem pensei duas vezes ao atender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperava por aquilo a 8 meses.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; perguntou aonde estava, eu respondi, ele queria ver-me, mas nao queria vir ao V/R. Informei-o que por mero caso tambem ja estava de saida. Entao ele combinou esperar por mim perto de minha casa, a minha prima iria levar-me ao encontro dele. A minha primocas concordou em encobrir-me caso alguem questionasse aonde tinha andado (Muito obrigado minha linda... adoro-te). Eu estava em pulgas... parecia que tinha borboletas no estomago... Ela conduziu... demoramos um pouco a chegar... fizemos a curva e eu vi o carro dele.&lt;br /&gt;A minha prima apenas me disse para me portar bem. Dei-lhe 2 beijos e sai do carro. Caminhei acurta distancia ate ao dele.... ele abriu a porta e eu entrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos comprimentamos-nos.... 2 beijos. Ve-lo.... d novo depois d 8 longos meses.... tive um sensacao innesplicavel.... o meu corpo tremia da cabeca aos pes.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez comprovei a mim mesma que ele fara sempre parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele perguntou para onde queria ir. Eu dize-lhe para escolher ele, pk ele e' q nao podia ser visto comigo. Conduziu ate perto da minha antiga casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversamos, tentamos esclarecer o que aconteceu entre nos, o que vamos fazer, o que sentimos... etc Tentamos conversar como amigos... mas nao estava a resultar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em silencio corri a face dele... os olhos deles, as cicatrizes, o narizinho impinada, aqueles labios, aquele pescoco.... corri a face dele ao de leve com a ponta dos meus dedos.... Ele olhava-me bem nos olhos e dava-me um daqueles sorrisos que eu tao bem conheco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a conversa, perguntei-lhe se ele trairia a S..... de novo... ele disse que comigo, nao podia responder.... pois o ele nao sabe o que sente nem o que quer de mim... Entao eu fiz a minha prova...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximei-me dele, bem pertinho agora.... a distancia era mto pouco e eu sei que....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria beija-lo, ele queria beijar-me. Ele atentou-me... eu cheguei-me a frente e beijei-o de leve.... Ele sem hesitar... beijou d volta e eu recuei.&lt;br /&gt;Depois ouve um daqueles silencios constrangidores... Ele olhou para mim, eu olhei para ele... voltei a passar as minhas maos pela cara dele... aqueles tracos que tao bem conheco... sempre olhos nos olhos.... e beijamos novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos sabiamos que nao o devia-mos fazer mas o desejo era tanto que beijamos novamente... um beijo quente, ardente, sufocado, repleto de desejo, de saudade, de historia, de dor, de paixao... de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar o que senti... eu sabia que nao devia, mas o sentimento e' mais forte do que eu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu voltei a parar esse beijo. Parei com muito custo... mas impedi que passa-se de um beijo. Abracei-o... e ele abracou-me de volta com tanta forca que pensei que ia sufocar. Agarrados um ao outro no silencio daquela longa noite... naquelo momento nao havia nada para dizer. E eu tentava impedir que as lagrimas caissem.... mas consegui saborear aquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi aqui que a conversa se tornou seria.... Falamos do passado, do presente e do futuro. Conversa que..... como explicar... nao foi tao dolorosa como a conversa que tinhamos tido a 8meses atras, mas foi muito mais verdadeira, mais adulta, mais seria... e mais muito mais responsavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi nesta conversa que ele me fez um pedido que me deixou sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele me pediu para nao estragar a minha vida... que eu estou bem no Reino Unido... que preciso acabar o meu curso, e que ele nunca me iria deixar abandonar o meu curso. Pediu-me para nao abdicar do meu futuro... que nao me deixaria estragar a minha vida por ele. Que ele para ja nao valia a pena. E eu nao sabia o que lhe dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Pois ele sabe que o meu sonho sempre foi conseguir terminar a minha licenciatura... mas tambem sabe que eu ja estive bem pronta a deixar tudo para tras para poder lutar por ele e pelo que eu sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer a alguem que nos amamos... alguem por quem nao lutamos....alguem que fara sempre parte da nossa vida.... quando essa pessoa me diz que ele nao quer que eu deixe a minha vida nem o meu futuro para tras... que nao quer que eu neste momento lute por ele??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais me magoa a mim propria... e' o facto de eu saber que eu, depois d o namoro terminar a 2 anos atras..... nunca lutei para o reconquistar. Que eu tambem tive culpa no terminar do relacionamento. Mas eu nao fui a luta, eu desisti... eu entrei numa depressao e eu deixei-o ir. Nao perguntei porque, nem pedi desculpa, nem lhe disse o quanto gostava dele, o quanto eu precisava dele, como ele fazia parte da minha vida...o quanto o queria...etc etc .... como ele esta sempre no meu coracao e pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;EU NAO LUTEI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eu fui por parte... egoista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele e' o homen da minha vida. Eu tenho 24 anos, ja tive namoros d 4 anos, ja tive casos, ja tive amigos coloridos, ja tive varias experiencias, ja magoei e fui magoada. Mas nada.... nada se compara ao que eu sinto por este homen. Nada. Eu muito sofri, mas continuo com fe'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O destino ninguem o conhece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao a conversa continuou... trocamos uns carinhos... umas palavras, mais uns beijos e custou a ambos parar com o que nunca devia ter comecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei 2 horas e qualquer coisa com ele... sentados... no carro dele... no Bico d Cabedelo...VNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou sem darmos por ela... e quando olhei para o relogio vi que ja eram 0645 da manha e tinhamos que ir para casa se nao os nossos pais matavam-nos e desconfiavam de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram 0700 quando ele me deixou a porta de minha casa. Despediu-se com o beijo rapido mas saboroso... esperou que abri-se a porta.... e foi embora. Nao o voltei a ver durante o resto das ferias. Ja vai a mais d uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja nao estou em Portugal.... Mas ainda o quero tanto tanto... e continuo sem consiguir explicar o que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que continuar com a minha vida... desejando um fruto que neste momento e' muito proibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps- Adoro-te &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-4387681007608478490?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4387681007608478490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=4387681007608478490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4387681007608478490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4387681007608478490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/04/minha-historia-parte-iii.html' title='A minha historia - Parte III'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-4809615460868649157</id><published>2007-04-01T04:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:34:09.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha historia - Parte II</title><content type='html'>Parte II ( ou nem por isso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje falei com o pai do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a minha historia muito complicada... e' dificil explicar o sentido da conversa.&lt;br /&gt;O pai do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; adora-me.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre fui alguem de quem ele gostasse, pois como ja bem disse... eu sou mto rebelde, atrevida... etc Entao no inicio do meu relacionamento com o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; nem o pai dele, o Sr M ficou muito contente.&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha reputacao d menina que usa e abusa do que quer quando quer era bem conhecida e toda a familia temeu que eu fosse magoar o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; (como se enganaram!). A bem dizer o Sr M ja me conhece desde crianca, sabe bem qual e' o meu feitio... mas trata-me como se fosse da familia.... mesmo quando sou bem cabritinha e bem bruxinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa opiniao do Sr M. com o tempo foi mudando. E agora ele proprio me diz:- "que gostava muito... mas mesmo muito pequena...que ele estivesse contigo...mas...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namorei com o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; 1anito... o relacionamento terminou d uma forma brusca, chata, incompreensivel, incompleta e muito muito dolorosa.&lt;br /&gt;O Sr M ficou de rastos... por mim ele deixaria o filho fazer fosse o que fosse.... e eu em certa altura.... pelo filho dele dava tudo de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando....&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi o aniversario do Sr M. entao eu mandei-lhe uma msg a dar os parabens... e um pouco depois ele ligou-me. Conversa que durou um tempinho, mas terminou com uma interropecao da parte da minha mami... e comigo, ja com lagrimas nos olhos. (por isso ate foi bem ter terminado a chamada naquela altura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversa fez-me re-lembrar e re-viver tudo o que se tem passado nos ultimos 3anos. Fez me lembrar o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pos-me, sem querer, muito triste, super perdida e mais confusa do que imaginavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na proxima... explicarei porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps- Adoro-te &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-4809615460868649157?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4809615460868649157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=4809615460868649157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4809615460868649157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4809615460868649157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/04/minha-historia-parte-ii.html' title='A minha historia - Parte II'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-3725500005669185670</id><published>2007-03-31T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:35:35.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Minha Historia - Parte I</title><content type='html'>A minha historia... (ou parte dela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portuguesa (e c mto orgulho) mas vivendo fora do meu pais a mais d 11 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Divertida, fiel, simpatica, doida, amiga do meu amigo... Bruxinha, cabritinha e ciganinha... Alcunhas q tb ja estive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha historia gerase a volta do meu coracao fragil.&lt;br /&gt;O meu coracao foi roubado a uns anos atras.... e encontra-se em Portugal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C..... e' o nome, 24 a idade. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; e' o dele, 22 a idade. Amigos d infancia (a +d 18anos).&lt;br /&gt;Familias amississimas... etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Namoradinhos d infancia... que se separaram pelo facto d eu ser rebelde e mais atrevida e tambem por ter deixado Portugal aos 12 aninhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja em adultinhos... em 2004 as circunstancias levaram ao inicio de uma nova relacao. Eu e ele... unidos... contra tudo e todos. Vivemos uma paixao inesquecivel... um amor q para mim foi lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Este relacionamento durou apenas 1 anito. Ambos somos incapazes de explicar pk e' q tudo terminou da forma que terminou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje me perguntarem como este ano me afectou... nao conseguiria explicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje. Abril 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao me voltei apaixonar seriamente por ninguem. Estou solteira. Nao o consegui esquecer e por parte perdoar. Sinto-me incompleta.... E continuo no Reino Unido.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, namora. Completa 2anos d namoro em Junho/Julho. Esta feliz. Esta em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na minha vida mudou. O&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; D....&lt;/span&gt; foi a minha grande paixao, o meu grande amor, foi e e' o homem da minha vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(para cont.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps- Adoro-te &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-3725500005669185670?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/3725500005669185670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=3725500005669185670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/3725500005669185670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/3725500005669185670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/04/minha-historia-part-i.html' title='A Minha Historia - Parte I'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-498204030593211610</id><published>2007-01-21T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:50:15.961Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RbPRDxTBPKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OQSoTr71smc/s1600-h/I_saw_her_in_her_imagination_by_Pamslabyrinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022587872151157922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RbPRDxTBPKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OQSoTr71smc/s320/I_saw_her_in_her_imagination_by_Pamslabyrinth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me serena... Um pouco apaixonada. Ele hoje passou o dia comigo... vomos almocar, passear, correr, conversamos... Hoje disse-me o quanto gosta de mim e o quanto quer continuar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje falou em nos, como um casal. Hoje por umas longas horas... foi so meu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar ver no que isto da, mas estarei sempre com um pe atras. Espero que nao me tenha mentido e que nao mude de atitude assim tao depressa. So o tempo dira.&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/9436570-498204030593211610?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/498204030593211610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=498204030593211610&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/498204030593211610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/498204030593211610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RbPRDxTBPKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OQSoTr71smc/s72-c/I_saw_her_in_her_imagination_by_Pamslabyrinth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-5455316933351386342</id><published>2007-01-19T05:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:49:39.155Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque??</title><content type='html'>Porque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos ultimos 2 meses tenho andado a sair com um rapaz que conheci atraves de uma amiga com quem vivo na faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele e simpatico e divertido. Alguem muito diferente de mim, alguem de uma cultura de que nao conheco nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ate agora temos nos entendido, nao perfeitamente mas temos nos entendido. Nesta ultima semana as coisas pioraram e eu estou a chegar ao fim da minha paciencia. Ja nao sei o que fazer, parte de mim quer terminar este relacionamente, mas algo me impede de o fazer, porque em certas vezes este relacionamente da-me aquilo de que eu tenho falta. Da-me o conforto de que tanto preciso... da-me atencao que tanto quero....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sr H, foi o primeiro menino que deixei seriamente entrar na minha vida. Foi um decisao um pouco estupida, pois inicialmente nos fomos apresentados porque apenas tinhamos interesse naquela amizade colorida. Mas com o tempo as coisas tem mudado, ja nao e so amizade colorida, temos passado demasiado tempo juntos o que fez com que eu criasse sentimentos por ele.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que devia ter evitado defenitivamente, pois este Sr H e' Mulcumano, e um menino que nunca trabalhou na vida, e um menino que gosta da sua liberdade e um menino que em fins de fevereiro vai voltar para o pais dele de vez. Precisarei eu de mais desculpas para justificar o facto de que nunca me devia ter envolvido?&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto dele, nao pensem o contrario, quando quer e carente, amigavel, sociavel, e' um querido. &lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes e' um pouco abrupto, um pouco rude, muito macho, tem ideias que eu nao consigo entender, e' por vezes dificil conviver com ele, pois recusa dizer o sente, e nunca se rebaixa, mesmo sabendo que esta errado. Tenta sempre sair por cima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda me sinto bastante vulneravel depois do desgosto que passei com o meu ex, e sou alguem que e facilmente influenciada. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho feito os possiveis para manter esta minha relacao com ele,(sera que posso chamar de relacao ja que nenhum de nos admite em publico que gostamos um do outro, apenas dissemos que saimos de vez em quando?!) estavel e animada. &lt;br /&gt;Ele tem andado stressado com trabalhos universitarios que nao andavam a correr bem, por isso eu tenho feito o possivel e o impossivel para o tentar ajudar, para lhe dar apoio, e para o estar ali para o levantar quando ele cai. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho sacrificado os meus proprios estudos para o ajudar nos dele. Tem sacrificado a minha familia e alguns dos meus amigos para o apoiar.&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque eu quando sou amiga de alguem sou-o a 100%. Nao o ando apoiar so a ele, como ando tambem a tentar apoiar outros amigos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu gosto dele, acho-o um querido, mas nao consigo compreender atitude, o comportamente e a maneira de ser dele.&lt;br /&gt;Eu dei bastante de mim quando ele precisou, e ele esta sempre com uma pedra na mao. &lt;br /&gt;Sempre muito cruel, muito egoista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento ele esta deitado na minha cama a espera que eu tambem o faca. Mas acabamos de ter uma discussao em que eu lhe deu um ultimato. Se a atitude dele nao mudar para comigo durante o fim de semana, entao na segunda feira eu termino tudo o que temos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de ser tratada mal, estou cansada de ser usada, de pensar nos outros primeiro e so depois em mim. Ja nao sei o que fazer comigo mesma, nem com a minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o meu grande dilema, ele e o melhor amigo da colega com quem eu vivo. Ele e alguem que inevitavelmente continuara a frequentar a minha casa da faculdade. Ele foi alguem que em ocasioes me deu atencao quando dela necessitei. O que fazer??&lt;br /&gt;Parte de mim quer terminar com esta agonia e angustia, em que nunca sei o que esperar dele, nem o que se passa naquela cabeca dele.&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte diz para por um ponto final a esta farsa pk mais cedo ou mais tarde vou terminar magoada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, tomo eu a decisao, ou tento aguentar as proximas semanitas ate ele partir para Kuwait??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida, porque eu tinha um muro a minha volta, e eu baixei esse muro um pouco e ele saltou para dentro de repente. Deixei-o conhecer-me e deixei-me andar. Agora sinto um carinho enorme por ele, e nao sei como lidar com esta situacao.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cheia das discusoes constantes, mas sei tambem que ele nunca me recusa nada, e que ele nao consegue nem quer terminar este nosso "relacionamento" se assim se pode chamar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dar em louca. Preciso de forcas para tomar esta decisao, e nao estou nada a ver como as vou arranjar. Ideias benvindas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas a todos desta menina muito perdida. &lt;br /&gt;xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-5455316933351386342?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5455316933351386342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=5455316933351386342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5455316933351386342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5455316933351386342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/01/porque.html' title='Porque??'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-4927176808501156306</id><published>2007-01-04T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:13:36.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in pain since Tuesday, i had my toe nail removed has it hadn't healed properly since i broke my toes back in May. The pain is constant so i'm living in painkillers! This morning i fainted. Not good, but i guess it was a v low blood pressure moment. I'm okish now.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going to the Drs to get dressing changed. And on saturday the long drive to university starts!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited to go down to Uni as i miss my housemates, especially my big bear Miss N. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Miss N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We've spoken everyday on the phone for the last 3 weeks or so, but i still miss her lots!  Shes gorgeous, caring, friendly, cheeky, innocent, smiley, has her blonde moments, shes wicked, easy going, a good friend, honest, shes stunning. Shes a big softie and i love her to bits. Shes just... adorable and someone i know i can trust. Someone i also care for very much and won't let go off ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will also see 2nd housemate Miss A, but not as much as me and her have a weird friendship, plus i was recently very disappointed with something she did, so after being let down badly i'm very weary about our relationship within the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see Mr A (and Mr N) who is a lovely, friendly and cheeky guy i met at uni. He just reminds me of my cousin and brothers.... so funny and to me he is like a brother!! He makes me laugh even when im down! Love him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will also see Mr H. Im looking forward to see his reaction when he sees me. Not because i've changed or anything... but simply because he hasn't seen me in nearly 3 weeks and before that he was very cosy cosy. Will he be caring or just cool. We will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a little bit let down by him, so i'm gonna do my best to play things cool and see where the mood takes us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Gotta run now... but will be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-4927176808501156306?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4927176808501156306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=4927176808501156306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4927176808501156306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4927176808501156306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-7376626678274319562</id><published>2007-01-02T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:34:59.010Z</updated><title type='text'>Just....</title><content type='html'>New Year... New beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todos tenham tido boas entradas e desejo a todos tudo de bom para este novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando um pouco manca.... pois tive que ir tirar a unha grande do meu pe direito... uma experiencia que nao recomendo a ninguem, pois as dores sao muitas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto continua... eu fumava casualmente e agora decidi que vou deixar de o fazer por completo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pensado no meu ex namorado... penso que e esta altura do ano que traz certas memorias. Mas isto vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo ando a sair com o Mr H, mas as coisas andam um pouco estranhas. Penso que talvez seja melhor terminar tudo antes de comecar.... mas nao o consigo fazer porque ele me da o conforto que desejo a uns meses.&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer?? Tenho um dilema... e nao sei como o resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Vou estar uma semanita e tal a pensar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-7376626678274319562?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7376626678274319562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=7376626678274319562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/7376626678274319562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/7376626678274319562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2007/01/just.html' title='Just....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-3188545829814575126</id><published>2006-12-30T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:35:11.602Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;New year, New life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Im 24 yrs old, on final year at university, living away from home, single and I got friends, some good, some just average.&lt;br /&gt;Financially i'm just about coping. Physically okish (need to starting hitting gym again). I'm mentally ok, but emotionally unstable! lol Can i said that? Or will that make me sound mad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loved very much but i let that love do. Then i loved someone with my life and soul and that someone let me go and dropped my heart from about 100 floors up....&lt;br /&gt;I recovered, slowly but surely. I recovered.&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel as if i need to be loved again. I'm ready for a relationship. But i'm being very very cautious, i will not give my heart away. I will feel lust, passion but not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that i will not admit to anyone i want a relationship, that i need that tender caring love... I say i just need someone to use when it suits me. A casual fling.... men like that, trust me they do, and i don't lack offers either....&lt;br /&gt;But noone has turned around and said, you know what i'm not going to let you use or abuse me when it suits you, cos i want you to be my girl, i want you and i want to be a couple, i want us to be serious, i want a relationship with you.....&lt;br /&gt;They said they care for me, that they can't let me go, that they like me... But how much can i trust them?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Mr H, you are the man i chose to allow into my life.... not everyone knows about you, only a few close friends... I like you, I care for you... You make me feel nice, good, sometimes special......I let you get close, Maybe too close for comfort, cause i know we have no future and i know your leaving in 2 months, but i can't bring myself to let you go... Why?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because you gave me the confort i had been craving for months, because you made me care for you...&lt;br /&gt;Because you say you are all man but i can see through the shell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a playboy, but you're treating me decently, if you mess me around, trust me, you will live to regret it. So lets keep having fun and see where this takes us. Good or bad... we will see in the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But i still feel emotionally drained, scared, vulnerable and confused. I'm hoping that the New Year will mean a stronger and more confident me. I'm hoping the New Year will also mean and more healthier me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So to all my family and all my friends I wish you peace, health, happiness and above all love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;XoXoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-3188545829814575126?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/3188545829814575126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=3188545829814575126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/3188545829814575126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/3188545829814575126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-new-life.html' title='New Year...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-5426372533236006616</id><published>2006-12-30T00:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:31:14.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr H</title><content type='html'>Yo Baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I've been calling you Mr H.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where you are tonight, what you are doing, who you are with, have you been thinking about me, why haven't you called me??&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss your company and your silly giggle. Miss you not having called today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this post, got a reply to my text.... Know who you are with, where. No idea if you've thought about me, why you haven't called me or if you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;You are leaving in 2 months, so I gotta get used to it. Its all good.&lt;br /&gt;I have to forget you Mr H. Sooner rather than later, or I will suffer again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-5426372533236006616?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5426372533236006616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=5426372533236006616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5426372533236006616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/5426372533236006616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/12/mr-h.html' title='Mr H'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-6428747494365826640</id><published>2006-12-29T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:17:10.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje pensei em ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hoje pensei em ti David...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ja nao o fazia a um tempo mas hoje lembrei-me de ti, do teu rosto, do teu olhar, da tua voz. Da maneira como te amei, como te idolizei, como confiei, acreditei, como tu eras tudo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Senti uma dor no coracao, mas acima de tudo senti uma tristeza imensa, pois tu escolhes-te deitar tudo fora. Como pode alguem deixar de amar tao facilmente?? Ou sera que nao me amavas? Eu tenho que acreditar que me amavas, se nao acreditar o amor vai perder o brilho todo. Eu tive mesmo para deixar os estudos, deixar a familia, deixar o pais aonde vivo, deixar os amigos, deixar a seguranca, deixar tudo e todos.... por ti, pelo nosso amor. Seria isto uma grande prova de amor ou apenas uma estupidez? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nao o fiz porque tu nao me deste tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coracao ainda derrama lagrimas por ti e pelo nosso amor, mas a dor vai diminuindo. Hoje sei que um dia serei capaz de te perdoar tudo pelo que me fizes-te passar, mas tambem sei que nunca irei esquecer a dor que me provocas-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nos aprendemos com os nossos erros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas hoje senti saudades do teu carinho, da tua voz, da tua companhia, dos teus abracos, dos teus beijos, senti saudades de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A minha vida continua, mas o que senti por ti nao sei se conseguirei sentir por mais alguem. O a vontade que tinha contigo, sera que o conseguirei sentir com mais alguem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Apenas sei que te desejo tudo de bom, e espero que um dia eu consiga superar a dor que ainda carrego no meu peito e que consiga amar e deixar ser amada novamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-6428747494365826640?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/6428747494365826640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=6428747494365826640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/6428747494365826640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/6428747494365826640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoje-pensei-em-ti.html' title='Hoje pensei em ti...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-6490768044786896722</id><published>2006-12-28T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:22:38.095Z</updated><title type='text'>The Abaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Uni i'm living with two Pakistani girls. When i moved in with them i knew nothing about their religion, their Muslim. Im not going to say i know a lot about their religion now, but i'm slowly being introduced to it and their way of being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to read and learn new things, and their religion, culture and beliefs are suprisingly interesting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, some muslim girls where the traditional muslim clothes, which can range from the full head scarf, to just covering your hair, to wearing the Abaya (see picture), to the Jilbabs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to talk about the Abaya....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RZQx0iUR9tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azz64oqsyk8/s1600-h/Abaya-07_Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013687063805032146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="332" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RZQx0iUR9tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azz64oqsyk8/s320/Abaya-07_Closeup.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my housemates don't wear the Abaya everyday, and my question, may be very insignificant, but can a Christian girl, a city girl, a modern woman easily ever convert to wearing the Abaya?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RZQx0iUR9tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azz64oqsyk8/s1600-h/Abaya-07_Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was jokingly told by a male muslim friend the other day, that when i go out, if he could choose my clothing, he would ask me to wear the Abaya! (Imagine my reaction?! lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I then did question myself, could i ever do it?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a very open minded girl, so I think i could, but would i feel confortable in it? Or would i feel like i'm being judged for what i'm wearing?? Would it cover up my identity?? Would it feel like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he's mentioned it, i'm going to get HIM to help me get a nice Abaya, and i will wear it out with HIM one day to see what it feels like and to see how he conducts himself when i'm wearing a traditional dress from his religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep you updated on his reaction when i tell him this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-6490768044786896722?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/6490768044786896722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=6490768044786896722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/6490768044786896722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/6490768044786896722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/12/abaya.html' title='The Abaya'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IykuhNBVqJ8/RZQx0iUR9tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/azz64oqsyk8/s72-c/Abaya-07_Closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-4841522656724091135</id><published>2006-12-27T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:46:22.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que disse que ia tentar escrever este blog sempre em portugues... mas para mim por vezes e mais facil exprimir o que sinto em Ingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog agora vai ser uma mistura. Por vezes em Ingles por outras em Portugues.&lt;br /&gt;Tambem vou fazer os possiveis para tornar este blog mais alegre e escrever mais frequentemente o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso e tipo ano novo vida nova... mas uma decicao q tomei ja algum tempo e vou impor antes do ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas low down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Christmas i've had in 24 years. I cried every day for hours on end. I was innocently blamed for a lot of stuff, i was branded a bitch. But in the end the truth is slowly prevailing.&lt;br /&gt;Still feel like shit... but can slowly see light at end of tunnel!!!&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the New Year... Im ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-4841522656724091135?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4841522656724091135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=4841522656724091135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4841522656724091135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/4841522656724091135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-116389835363351652</id><published>2006-11-19T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:08:56.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/perdida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/perdida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto-me perdida.... Sem defesas para enfrentar o futuro, sinto-me vazia, sinto-me nua....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A minha vida sempre teves altos e baixos, mas recentemente tem sido demais. Gostava de conseguir estabilizar um pouco a minha vida mas parece-me impossivel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto falta do amor de alguem, da paixao, da ternura, do carinho, daquela amizade incondicional, daquele desejo ardente, do saber que precisando alguem vinha a correr ter comigo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com 24 anos, eu sinto-me so. Nao por nao ter familia perto, nao por ter falta de amigos/as, nao por ter falta de companhia... Apenas porque neste momento nao tenho aquele alguem especial. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto falta desse alguem, porque eu ja o tive..... mas ele partiu.... abandonou-me. Agora estou sozinha e continuo a tentar recuperar de um coracao partido....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho estado mal de saude, ja ando assim a mais de um mes, mas esta semana nao consegui continuar e fui obrigada a ficar de cama.... Nestes ultimos dias... talvez por fraqueza, talvez por delirio da febre alta.... talvez por me sentir ainda mais so.... Tenho sonhado contigo... Porque D....???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Paixao".... Era assim que tu me chamavas.... porque e que depois de mais de 18meses de tu me teres abondonado eu ainda nao te consegui esquecer nem perdoar?? Ja nao te amo como amava, ja nao te quero como quis, mas penso em ti e sinto a tua falta. PORQUE???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De cama... mas a recuperar.... Beijos para todos. XxXxXxX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS:- Sera que e apenas a falta de energia??? Mas aonde anda a minha energia, aonde estao as minhas forcas, por onde anda a minha vondade de continuar?? Deixem de se esconder e aparecam la, porque eu nao consigo aguentar muito mais!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-116389835363351652?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/116389835363351652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=116389835363351652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/116389835363351652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/116389835363351652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/11/sinto-me.html' title='Sinto-me...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-116230242351038947</id><published>2006-10-31T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:47:03.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De volta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sido um mes super busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida de estudante voltou.... custou a adaptar-me porque tive 7meses como prof em Franca, e agora volto para vida de estudante...&lt;br /&gt;Amigos novos, amigos antigos, casas novas (neste ultimo mes mudei de casa 2vezes)....&lt;br /&gt;Ando exhausta, tenho que descansar um pouco e tenho que arranjar mais tempo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida amorosa esta mais complicada do que nunca... mas eu em breve resolverei este assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas a todos e obrigado pelas visitas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-116230242351038947?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/116230242351038947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=116230242351038947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/116230242351038947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/116230242351038947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/10/de-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115991530163557692</id><published>2006-10-03T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:41:41.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portsmouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/2176263-gunwharf_quays-Portsmouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/2176263-gunwharf_quays-Portsmouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Portsmouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A partir do dia 2.10.06 estarei por esta cidade durante a semana!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As aulinhas ja comecaram!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que me faz bem e o cheiro ao mar... o saber q em cinco minutos estou na praia... mesmo sendo muito fria.... eu adoro o mar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijocas e vou tentar arranjar tempo para posts!&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/9436570-115991530163557692?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115991530163557692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115991530163557692&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115991530163557692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115991530163557692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/10/portsmouth.html' title='Portsmouth'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115870343621158485</id><published>2006-09-19T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:05:40.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbicta...</title><content type='html'>No final de um longo e cansativo verao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma semana de ferias na inbicta! No meu pais, na minha cidade, na minha casa...&lt;br /&gt;Em terras Lusitanas no dia 20.09.06!! Ai q estas ferias estao mesmo a ser precisas caragu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjocas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115870343621158485?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115870343621158485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115870343621158485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115870343621158485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115870343621158485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/09/inbicta.html' title='Inbicta...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115749655590732045</id><published>2006-09-05T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:38:00.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/a6_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/a6_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sexy Uni girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Custe o que custar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Em breve voltarei aos estudos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Depois de um ano a dar aulas de Ingles em Franca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chegou a altura de iniciar o ano final do meu curso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Falta-me a energia.... e a vontade de estudar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao ha resulucao... depois de tanto esforce, custe o que custar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu vou terminar a faculdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Va -la energia... aparece... onde esta a forca de estudar???!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115749655590732045?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115749655590732045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115749655590732045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115749655590732045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115749655590732045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/09/uni.html' title='Uni...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115696850004658239</id><published>2006-08-30T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:09:08.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/hmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/400/hmmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eu e ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Como nos deseja-mos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Um so desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O desejo da....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Paixao.&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/9436570-115696850004658239?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115696850004658239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115696850004658239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115696850004658239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115696850004658239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-night.html' title='1 night'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115645880003383819</id><published>2006-08-25T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:35:47.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/paixao8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/paixao8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O beijo proibido e mais ardente que o fogo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(The forbidden kiss burns hotter than fire...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nos... Unidos...Eu as vezes ainda sinto aquele calor.... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoro-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115645880003383819?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115645880003383819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115645880003383819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115645880003383819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115645880003383819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115645828072759161</id><published>2006-08-24T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:24:40.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24.08.06 London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/grey%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/grey%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Londres, 24 de Agosto 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia esteve cinzento, triste, chovoso...&lt;br /&gt;E eu hoje sinto-me exatamente como o tempo deste dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115645828072759161?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115645828072759161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115645828072759161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115645828072759161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115645828072759161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/240806-london.html' title='24.08.06 London'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115628890107880967</id><published>2006-08-22T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:22:33.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hoje dizeram-me que te viram chorar como um bebe... Que nunca te tinham visto assim tao triste... Olhinhos repletos de lagrimas e muito tristinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Veio me logo a mente a imagem daquele dia em que nos meus bracos tambem choras-te como um bebe e o facto de eu, agora, nao te puder ajudar nem mimar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembras-te? Foi dia 15 de Setembro de 2004.... ha quase 2 anos!! Como o tempo passa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu tinha chegado a Portugal o dia anterior... tu tinhas terminado a tropa e foste directo a minha casa..... depois de matar saudades e muita conversa banal... tinha chegado a altura da conversa seria..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu pedi-te para tomares uma decisao... ou assumias a nossa relacao ou entao tudo terminava.&lt;br /&gt;Tu respondes-te me que nao querias assumir uma relacao.... nao estavas preparado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao eu confirmei que com muita pena minha a partir daquele momento eu e tu deixavamos de "andar" e ficavamos apenas e unicamente amigos, como ja eramos ha muitos anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tu nao disses-te nada... eu deixei-te.... na cama.... e sai para ir tomar um duche.... voltando para tras 30 segundos depois.... accao que nunca consegui explicar... porque razao voltei eu para tras??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entrei no meu quarto e la estavas tu... com as lagrimas a correr-te pela cara a baixo, e estavas com um choro sufocado... um choro desesperado.... que tentas-te esconder, sem sucesso, quando eu entrei.&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me ao teu lado e perguntei pk choravas... o choro apenas piorou.... e os teus olhinhos ficaram ainda mais tristes.... e choravas, choravas... sem te esconder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abracei-te, ficas-te bem juntinho a mim.... foi um abraco muito forte... fiz-te miminhos, segurei-te, acaricei-te... enquanto te secava as lagrimas com muitos beijinhos pequeninos... leves... suaves e com muita ternura.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foi entao que me olhas-te bem nos olhos e disses-te com os teus olhinhos tristes e perdidos... Para nao te largar mais, que querias ficar perto de mim e nao me querias perder, que tinhas era medo de tudo pk tinha sido tudo tao rapido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu derreti de amores por ti.... Beijamos-nos, mimamos-nos e amamos-nos.... Tudo o resto ficou para tras.... nada mais tinha importancia... naquele quarto, naquela tarde so nos os dois existiamos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nesse dia tu choras-te nos meus bracos.... e hoje quando me falaram das tuas lagrimas... eu queria ter podido estar perto de ti... queria ter te abracado e mimado.... queria tirar a tua dor... amparar o teu desespero....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mas nao deu... ja nao faco parte da tua vida. Ja nao posso amar-te.... tudo mudo e agora existe muita gente a nossa volta.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento...tenho eu lagrimas nos olhos, por saber que nestes dias tens andado tao triste... e eu ja nao te posso mimar, pk eu ja nao te sou nada.... pk nos ja nao somos um so... pk tu ja nao me amas.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mas se eu te pudesse ter nos bracos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miudo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo nao devendo....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adoro-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115628890107880967?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115628890107880967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115628890107880967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115628890107880967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115628890107880967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Se eu pudesse...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115618853287244268</id><published>2006-08-21T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:13:09.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Reach... Grabrielle</title><content type='html'>Out of reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew the signs wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid, for a while&lt;br /&gt;Swept away, by you&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;We were never met to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch myself, from despair&lt;br /&gt;I could drown if I stay here&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy, everyday&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;We were never met to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt, so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes a while to regain&lt;br /&gt;What is lost inside&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that in time&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know I’m&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;We were never met to be&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far,&lt;br /&gt;You never gave your heart&lt;br /&gt;In my reach, I can see&lt;br /&gt;There’s a life out there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hoje... um dia em que nao parei de pensar nele.... Um dia muito triste... Um dia em que infelizmente estive de luto... Um dia em que senti imensas saudades do passado... Saudades do que foi.... Um dia em que senti que eu nunca tive o coracao dele... Um dia em que fiquei imobilizada a ouvir esta cancao da Gabrielle. Pois hoje, mais que nunca, eu sinto que esta cancao tem muito, mesmo muito, haver comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mesmo nao devendo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro-te miudo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115618853287244268?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115618853287244268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115618853287244268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115618853287244268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115618853287244268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-of-reach-grabrielle.html' title='Out Of Reach... Grabrielle'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115585512252685364</id><published>2006-08-20T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:22:55.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom ou mal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei se e' bom ou mal...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sao raras...&lt;br /&gt;Ja nao ha...&lt;br /&gt;Ja secaram...&lt;br /&gt;As que derramava por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Pelo nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo....&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram.&lt;br /&gt;As Lagrimas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115585512252685364?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115585512252685364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115585512252685364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115585512252685364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115585512252685364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/bom-ou-mal.html' title='Bom ou mal...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115594118038025236</id><published>2006-08-18T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:01:31.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje... Paixao... Outra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/paixao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/paixao.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hoje, estou cansada... e um pouco deprimida.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei no &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; nao chorei... mas estava triste e em baixo e muito pensativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje? Porque hoje fez um ano...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia de tudo... e mesmo assim eu deixei, eu tornei-me, eu fui, e nao sao por uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu fui a outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nao me sinto orgulhosa... e posso ate ser discriminada... Mas eu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gozei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e muito.&lt;br /&gt;E as vezes nos precisamos de gozar. E tenho a certeza que ele gostou e gozou tanto como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;paixao&lt;/span&gt; era mutua.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fui a &lt;em&gt;outra&lt;/em&gt; por pouco tempo... mas eu repetia tudo outra vez, vezes sem fim... mesmo sendo a &lt;em&gt;outra&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pois a&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; paixao&lt;/span&gt;  nao estava so.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Adoro-te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115594118038025236?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115594118038025236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115594118038025236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115594118038025236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115594118038025236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/hoje-paixao-outra.html' title='Hoje... Paixao... Outra'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115582957295471102</id><published>2006-08-17T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:47:31.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os mil bocadinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/coracao-partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/coracao-partido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parte de uma conversa que mudou a minha vida... e que despedacou o meu ja partido coracao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D...., olha-me bem nos olhos e responde me sinceramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nada. Baixou os olhos e evitou o meu olhar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estas feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ela faz-te feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tu estas apaixonado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tu amas-a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acho que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O que sentes tu por mim agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vale a pena lutar por ti agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Agora, nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alguma vez estives-te apaixonado por mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sim, e muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alguma vez me amas-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhando me bem nos olhos respondeu:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isso e algo que nunca te respondarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu ainda te amo e para mim tu ainda es o homem da minha vida. Tenho pena de nao pudermos os dois voltar no tempo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A conversa continuou... e durou em total um hora, depois da qual ele teve que ir embora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fechei a porta e chorei chorei chorei... horas a fio... perdi a nocao do tempo... pois a dor era enorme... so sentia um aperto no coracao.... senti tudo a cair aos meus pes.... Eu sentia que ja o tinha perdido, mas aquela conversa confirmou o meu pesadelo....Mesmo assim eu contei-lhe o meu segredo... mesmo nao devendo eu amei-o, amava e amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas ja era tarde demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Um segredo que ainda nao lhe contei... eu acredito que a esperanca e a ultima a morrer... e eu tenho esperanca.... nao sei de que nem porque, mas tenho. E enquanto ao destino.... ninguem o conhece.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115582957295471102?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115582957295471102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115582957295471102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115582957295471102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115582957295471102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/os-mil-bocadinhos.html' title='Os mil bocadinhos...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115575138914829600</id><published>2006-08-16T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:44:32.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu querido D....</title><content type='html'>Meu querido &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironico, nao e? Tu ja nao es o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... mas eu insisto em falar de ti como &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu querido&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois lembro-me daquela altura em que nos eramos um so... .. Eu era a tua eterna paixao, a tua namorada de infancia, o teu amor ..... tu nao so eras o meu amor... eras o meu mais que tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora... depois de uma amizade de 17 anos, um namoro de 1 ano.... E agora 18 meses em que nao sabiamos como nos tratar, nao eramos namorados, nao eramos apenas amigos.... mas podiam talvez chamar-nos de amantes.... 18 meses que foram muito dificeis, mas que terminaram de forma brusca ... nos agora ja nao sabemos mesmo o que somos um ao outro... penso que ja nem amigos somos... o que significo eu para ti?&lt;br /&gt;Pois na minha opiniao agora tratasmos-nos como meros conhecidos...&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi tanto amor? Tanta amizade, carinho, compreencao... os sorrisos cumplices, e o eu conheco-te por dentro e por fora???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreendo que para ti seja muito dificil manter uma amizade comigo, pois ambos sabemos que a tua &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nova paixao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me odeia... Sendo eu quem sou, tenho feito o possivel e o impossivel para manter esta distancia.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a primeira admitir... eu sinto-me sozinha, vazia.... sinto tanto, tanto a tua falta... tenho tantas, tantas saudades tuas &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu amor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eras o meu mundo, eu dei-te o meu amor, carinho, compreencao, tempo, os meus sorrisos, as minhas lagrimas, o meus abracos, o meu coracao... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tu partis-te me o coracao em mil bocadinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tu &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu querido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; tu deitas-te tudo fora, porque nao quisseste lutar contra esta maldita distancia... porque es homem e precisavas de alguem... Eu sou mulher, e tamber precisava e preciso de alguem.... esse alguem es&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu sei (porque tu tambem ja me o confirmas-te) que se eu estivess ai em Portugal... que tudo teria sido diferente... Mas isso nao faz com que a dor diminua... nao faz com que as lagrimas parem, nao faz com que eu te consiga esquecer ou ate perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto tanto a tua falta &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu querido&lt;/span&gt;... as vezes nem sei como ocupar estes dias sem fim, estes dias vazios, este tempo infinito...&lt;br /&gt;Ja peguei tantas vezes no meu telefone para te ligar, para te enviar uma mensagem... para saber como estas, para ouvir a tua voz..... mas acabo sempre por nao o fazer.... nao e por falta de coragem, disso eu sempre tive bastante... mas por receio... Pois tenho medo que nao queiras ter noticias minhas, tenho medo de tu ja me tenhas esquecido(sera isso possivel??).... tenho medo de te causar infelicidade.... tenho medo de nao quereres mais saber de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que esteja a sofrer(e acredita que ainda estou a sofrer), antes dos meus sentimentos penso nos teus, e eu sei que se por acaso a tua &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nova paixao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ler uma mensagem minha ou souber que tivemos em contacto, que isso te vai causar problemas... Evito contactar-te... evito causar-te problemas porque depois de tudo eu ainda me preocupo contigo e eu ainda te quero ver feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora chamem-me egoista ou nao... Eu desejo-te tudo de bom e espero que um dia sejas muito feliz, mas nao desejo que seja com esta tua &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nova paixao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pois sei que ela contribuiu, e muito mesmo, para que o nosso sonho, amor, relacao acabasse(Mesmo sabendo que tu namoravas ela andou atras de ti, etc). E eu, egoista ou nao, nao consigo desejar felicidade a alguem que contribui tanto para a minha infelicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meu querido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; escrevo-te, sabendo que nunca vais ler isto... para te dizer que ainda, e sem saberes, fazes parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo nao querendo e nao devendo, eu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115575138914829600?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115575138914829600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115575138914829600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115575138914829600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115575138914829600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/meu-querido-d.html' title='Meu querido D....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115504988330697873</id><published>2006-08-08T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:11:25.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/sleeping_angel....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/sleeping_angel....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Falta de sono esta  por-me louca!!!&lt;br /&gt;                     Estes 2 dias tem sido mto cansativos... ajudar um, ajudar outro, ir aqui, ir ali....&lt;br /&gt;                                     Preciso de um pouco de descanso e tempo so para mim...&lt;br /&gt;                         Parece egoista... mas se nao descanser quem vai precisar de ajuda sou eu!!&lt;br /&gt;                                          Tenho que pensar um pouco mais em mim.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;    (Com necessidade de dormir mais que 3-4 horas por noite) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;               &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115504988330697873?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115504988330697873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115504988330697873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115504988330697873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115504988330697873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleeping-angel.html' title='Sleeping Angel'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115487073300957496</id><published>2006-08-06T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:25:33.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Menino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/aguanaboca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/aguanaboca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fizeste-me crescer agua na boca....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Inocente e timido?? Disso nao tens nada... atrevido! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115487073300957496?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115487073300957496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115487073300957496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115487073300957496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115487073300957496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/menino.html' title='Menino...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115472932395827705</id><published>2006-08-05T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:19:49.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocentes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Beijo%20-miudos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Beijo%20-miudos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos ja fomos muito inocentes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ele fazia parte da minha infancia... desde que me lembro ele teve sempre por perto. Nos crescemos juntos... e por pura ironia.... ha muitos muitos anos atras... nos eramos namoraditos.&lt;br /&gt;Um casalito daqueles muito novinhos.... Sera que ele se lembra tao bem como eu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ha 2anos, ja quando eramos "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grandes&lt;/span&gt;" e namoravamos.... ele dizia-me:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu ja gosto de ti desde putos... .... es a minha paixao e eu adoro-te."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quando eramos putos, eramos tao inocentes.... os nossos sorrisos cumplices, os beijinhos escondidos... de maos dadas a caminhar ate a praia e depois a nossa busca por estrelas do mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eramos tao inocentes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sera &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;D....&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; gostavas de voltar a tras? Para saborearmos tudo o que passamos juntos?? Sera que ainda &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; lembras do nosso 1ro namoro? Ou sera que agora apenas &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; lembras do final do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nosso&lt;/span&gt; 2do namoro?? Eu penso que o 2do namoro teve momentos tao inocentes como o 1ro.... mas muito mais profundos....&lt;br /&gt;apesar do sofrimento e da dor que ainda sinto.... Se eu pudesse eu voltava a atras, regressava no tempo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contigo&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; eu escolhia viver tudo novamente.... Eu se pudesse repetia tudo outra vez....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vezes sem conta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sim eu sei... sou louca.... louca por ti. Apesar de nao dever...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu adoro-te.&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/9436570-115472932395827705?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115472932395827705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115472932395827705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115472932395827705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115472932395827705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/inocentes.html' title='Inocentes....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115464788276951123</id><published>2006-08-04T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:33:03.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Love%20me...%20love%20me%20not....2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Love%20me...%20love%20me%20not....2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love me....love me not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu nao sei... eu tenho duvidas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sera que algum dia durante a nossa relacao &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amas-te&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pergunto a mim propria vezes sem conta... Sera que &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; gostaste mesmo... ou sera que me &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;usas-te&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gostas-te.... ou nao gostas-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? Mal me quer, bem me quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho q acreditar que tudo foi real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115464788276951123?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115464788276951123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115464788276951123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115464788276951123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115464788276951123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115461275406795418</id><published>2006-08-03T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:41:14.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu querido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;querido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto-me perdida.... Hj e um daqueles dias em q nao consigo deixar d pensar em &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;... Quando estou sozinha perco-me nos meus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sinto tanto a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;tua&lt;/span&gt; falta... como posso eu esquecer-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;? Estas sempre no meu coracao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e vejo-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;.... Lembro-me dos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;teus&lt;/span&gt; tracos... do &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;teu&lt;/span&gt; rosto, os &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;teus&lt;/span&gt; labios.... esses &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;teus&lt;/span&gt; olhos d &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cor d chocolate&lt;/span&gt; derretido.... esses olhos que eu tao bem conheco... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sera que o ditado "Longe da vista, longe do coracao." e mesmo verdade?? Eu nao&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Eye%20closed.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Eye%20closed.7.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; acho, pk nem este oceano q &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nos&lt;/span&gt; separa faz com que eu &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; consiga esquecer. Eu sei q o devia fazer... pois &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; nao me amas... eu faco parte do &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;teu&lt;/span&gt; passado.... mas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; ainda estas presente na minha vida e eu ainda nao consegui deixar de &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;te &lt;/span&gt;querer so para mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que teria acontecido..... se eu em Marco do ano passado tivesse voltado para Portugal?? Se me tivesse mudado para perto de &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;?? E se isso tivesse sido a resolucao do &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nosso&lt;/span&gt; problema?? Sera que.... sera que hoje eras capaz de me dizeres que me &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;amavas&lt;/span&gt;... sera que repetias a frase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Eu sou louco por ti, estou apanhadinho.... es a minha paixao e eu adoro-te!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... e sera que me davas um desses &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;teus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;beijos saborosos&lt;/span&gt; e um desses &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;abracos&lt;/span&gt; que so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sabes dar?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sera? Sera?? Pk me questiono todos os dias a cerca do passado? Pk e q eu nao &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; consigo esquecer? Pk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??? Pk e q eu ainda &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;desejo&lt;/span&gt; e ainda &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; vejo quando fecho os olhos?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo nao querendo....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xXx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115461275406795418?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115461275406795418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115461275406795418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115461275406795418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115461275406795418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/meu-querido.html' title='Meu querido...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115454197400047311</id><published>2006-08-02T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:54:36.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diario....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/diario.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/diario.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a precisar de um diario....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de manter todos os meus pensamentos e segredos fechados a 7chaves. Preciso de escrever o que penso e sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentarei escrever os meus pensamentos, os meus sentimentos, as minhas historias, os meus segredos e quem sabe a minha antiga historia de amor, que me deixou fria, destrocada e sempre com o pe atras....&lt;br /&gt;Contarei a minha vida.... com altos e baixo.... mas so porque sei que tu, meu querido diario virtual, nao deveras chegar as maos erradas pois ninguem proximo sabe da tua existencia.... Tentarei tb, escrever em Portugues....a minha lingua materna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver em que e que isto vai dar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115454197400047311?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115454197400047311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115454197400047311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115454197400047311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115454197400047311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/diario.html' title='Diario....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-115446875767933804</id><published>2006-08-01T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:11:47.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Corazon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                    "Quero-te não por quem és e sim por quem sou quando estou contigo."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-115446875767933804?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/115446875767933804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=115446875767933804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115446875767933804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/115446875767933804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/08/porque.html' title='Porque??'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887593852222611</id><published>2006-05-22T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:20:37.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;holiday&lt;/strong&gt; is over... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you can call it a holiday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tive ferias tao horriveis. Cheguei super cansada porque a viagem de carro e muito longa. Uns dias depois de ter chegado tive um acidente, passei o resto das ferias de moletas(canadianas) e fiz, praticamente.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Repouso, mto repouso e mais repouso!&lt;br /&gt;Na viagem de volta constipei e cheguei a Londres constipada! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tadinha de mim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tou agora mesmo a precisar d ferias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Im still not well...foot will take about another 4 weeks to heal...&lt;br /&gt;But im back at work and im very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Have too much on my mind.... as theres too much to be done... and not enough time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; inspiration to write......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So i might be away for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big kisses and thanks for the visits!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887593852222611?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887593852222611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887593852222611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887593852222611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887593852222611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/05/holiday-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887591148743603</id><published>2006-04-27T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:11:14.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; of my life so he could make me &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; and so I could give him my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.... I haven't find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped looking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the moment... and I'm doing OK &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm not scared that my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; will be broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, spring time is here and the summer is just around the corner. Your &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; might brighten up someones day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Smileyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Smileyface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm going on holiday! I'm going home... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai q saudades....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas e ate daqui a umas semaninhas!&lt;br /&gt;XoXoXoXoXoX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887591148743603?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887591148743603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887591148743603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887591148743603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887591148743603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/04/smiley-life.html' title='Smiley life...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583493463061088</id><published>2006-03-06T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:57:13.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Fly%20for%20beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Fly%20for%20beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies.... is what i felt in my stomach while we danced closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lindo.... e cada vez adoro mais a tua companhia....&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que o futuro tem a nossa frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tenho esperanca novamente....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Obrigado por me fazeres sorrir de orelha a orelha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583493463061088?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583493463061088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583493463061088&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583493463061088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583493463061088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/03/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-114064798624677316</id><published>2006-02-22T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:41:36.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/ForbiddenLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/ForbiddenLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fooling myself.&lt;br /&gt;All these hours, days, weeks..... months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered so much, the tears, the sleepless nights, the loneliness, the lack of affection... the closeness..... I was heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;I overcame the depression, I stood up and I picked up the pieces. I re-built my life.&lt;br /&gt;I showed you I was stronger. For our love was no longer. We were no longer one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposidly.... My love for you had vanished. We want different things from life, we have different goals, we live in differently worlds. You were with someone else. I had to forget you. But did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I fooled myself and everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still love you. I never stopped loving you. I think i will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you is unrequinted love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..... I will stand back and watch your new life, I will wish you luck and happiness in your new relationship and I will also suffer in silence and carry on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may say I am a dreamer, but I am not the only one. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For I dream of the day you will be mine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know that I will always love you. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love I will one day admitt to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forbidden Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-114064798624677316?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/114064798624677316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=114064798624677316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/114064798624677316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/114064798624677316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/02/forbidden-love.html' title='Forbidden love'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583494137349382</id><published>2006-02-12T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:35:27.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/angels%20landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/angels%20landing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply beautiful... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays....&lt;br /&gt;Been a busy bee.... Loving London, family, friends and the shops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583494137349382?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583494137349382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583494137349382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583494137349382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583494137349382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/02/simply-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-113793471368254182</id><published>2006-01-22T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:13:52.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Love%20is%20just%20a%20game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/400/Love%20is%20just%20a%20game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Love is a name, Sex is a game.... so forget the name and play the game!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PMO, please live and learn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont hold grudges just because she is no longer in love with you. Move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont cry cos its over, smile cos it happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When love isnt crazy, it isn't love...&lt;/span&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/9436570-113793471368254182?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/113793471368254182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=113793471368254182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113793471368254182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113793471368254182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/01/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-113787528687021090</id><published>2006-01-21T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:11:34.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Love%20sucks!.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/Love%20sucks!.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/Love%20sucks%21.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So.... I killed cupid in self defense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Post secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I think cupid survived!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(And I'm kinda glad... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-113787528687021090?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/113787528687021090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=113787528687021090&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113787528687021090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113787528687021090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-113734907317123666</id><published>2006-01-15T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:13:00.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/-Love-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/-Love-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Desejo....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Paixao....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was having a discussion(with a very good friend) about ex's and love.... and the pain it causes, how we get over it...etc...etc&lt;br /&gt;During that convo, one main question stuck... and to me still remains unanswered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When do you truly know you are over someone?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do we stop caring? When do we stop wishing? When do we stop thinking about the "what ifs"? When do we stop loving??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I apparently may still not be over my ex.... could this be true? After 9 months Im still not over it? Is it possible.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am no longer IN LOVE with him... but i still care. But this to me is normal, we were friends for over 15 years... I did share a lot with him before and during our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when i least expect, it i will look back and realise that im over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although love causes pain and can sometimes be a game.... my theory still stands.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I prefer to having loved and suffered than not having loved at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If our heads controlled our hearts nobody would fall in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....... when do we know we are truly over someone? Are we ever truly over someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has an answer let me know.... till then my life will go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sera que ja deixei de te amar? Depois de tudo... Sera isso possivel?? Ja nao dependo de ti.... e isto para mim chega. I was simply just a fool to believe you had anything to give...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-113734907317123666?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/113734907317123666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=113734907317123666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113734907317123666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113734907317123666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-113675753548331210</id><published>2006-01-08T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:58:55.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/RollerCoaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/RollerCoaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is a rollercoaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week has been a bit hetic.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Started with me in London with family and loved ones and its ending with me in France, alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as i do like the people im working with in France its difficult to enjoy my stay in France. Ive been here since September and it still doesn't feel like home. I don't think it ever will. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im missing London, my family, my friends, my job... the laughs, the securities, the love, etc I also miss home home, my country.... &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, on my return to France all the other teachers had had a good holiday season and were glad to have me back. All my students seem to have enjoyed their holidays and are ready for a next term. Come rain or sunshine Im here to help them with their English for another 4months! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus soonish spring will arrive &amp; the fun will start! (I detest winter!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chin up girl! It could be worse it could be better!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou a pensar em ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9436570-113675753548331210?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/113675753548331210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=113675753548331210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113675753548331210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113675753548331210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583486806110997</id><published>2006-01-01T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:19:24.656Z</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Clarity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Clarity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarity... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano novo vida nova.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New year, new life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a busy bee recently... But i'm back now, and i'm here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a rollercoaster i have ups and downs, all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;But i like sharing my ups and downs and the best way to share these is by writing down what i feel &amp; think. I dont have a diary (never found them appealing), so this blog is the closest thing to a diary. This blog will hopefully help me to see things more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;SO..... Hope you have all had a very merry christmas and i wish you all the best for the coming year. Hope 2006 brings you all happiness &amp;amp;amp;amp; health &amp;amp; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desejo de um bom 2006 para todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583486806110997?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583486806110997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583486806110997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583486806110997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583486806110997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-113319344157347583</id><published>2005-11-28T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:05:00.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To me you are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/To%20me%20you%20are.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/To%20me%20you%20are.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it, you may never know it, but I think you are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get to know you better, i want you near me.&lt;br /&gt;I simply want &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Adoro-te.&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/9436570-113319344157347583?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/113319344157347583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=113319344157347583&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113319344157347583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113319344157347583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-me-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-113286526785168171</id><published>2005-11-24T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:52:22.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/A%20lonely%20follow%20to%20the%20sun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/320/A%20lonely%20follow%20to%20the%20sun.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/165/687/1600/World%20in%20your%20heart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember me when I am gone away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gone far away into the silent land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you can no more hold me by the hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nor i half turn to go yet turning stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember me when no more day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You tell me of our fututre that you planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only remember me, when you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It will be late to counsel then or pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet if you should forget me for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And afterwards remember, do not grieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For if the darkness and corruption leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As vestige of the thoughts that once I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Better by far you should forget and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Than that you should remember and be sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C Rossetti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me when you are away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have left me to go to unknown land,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How i wish i could have gone, but its my time to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Little old me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-113286526785168171?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/113286526785168171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=113286526785168171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113286526785168171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/113286526785168171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/11/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583498336712526</id><published>2005-11-14T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:04:40.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/BitterSweetDespair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/BitterSweetDespair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I truly want from my life?&lt;br /&gt;Who do I want?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we choose the most difficult path?&lt;br /&gt;When will I find love?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I see my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant questions, that I cannot answer.&lt;br /&gt;What I dream of..... That is a different story.&lt;br /&gt; Happiness, Love, Family &amp;amp; peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583498336712526?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583498336712526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583498336712526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583498336712526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583498336712526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583495439361308</id><published>2005-11-02T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:52:47.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Red%20Shapes....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Red%20Shapes....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.... cold... alone...&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find myself again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583495439361308?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583495439361308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583495439361308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583495439361308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583495439361308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583488317946125</id><published>2005-10-17T06:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:41:36.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/World%20in%20your%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/World%20in%20your%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distant thoughts... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in my thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is over and I still havent heard from you.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever hear from you again? Will I ever hear your voice?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are..... distance was never an issue...&lt;br /&gt;You are in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.... Im missing you....&lt;br /&gt;Get in touch, Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583488317946125?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583488317946125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583488317946125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583488317946125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583488317946125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887585127427289</id><published>2005-10-10T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:31:12.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/She_cries_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/She_cries_alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude.... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you for what you made me feel. I &lt;em&gt;trusted&lt;/em&gt; you. I &lt;em&gt;believed&lt;/em&gt; in you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You hurt me.&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/9436570-111887585127427289?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887585127427289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887585127427289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887585127427289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887585127427289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/10/pain.html' title='Pain...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583500667517215</id><published>2005-09-27T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:59:29.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/4a93653c07b3101e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/4a93653c07b3101e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho abandonado e sem saida.... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never simple and to me this is the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However paths that shouldnt cross sometimes do... and you then need to decide... do we go our seperate ways back the way we came from, or do we join forces and start a new path together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the destiny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583500667517215?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583500667517215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583500667517215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583500667517215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583500667517215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/09/caminho-abandonado-e-sem-saida.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583491370874183</id><published>2005-09-17T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:25:16.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/And%20the%20pieces%20fell%20apart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/And%20the%20pieces%20fell%20apart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pieces fall apart... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583491370874183?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583491370874183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583491370874183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583491370874183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583491370874183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-pieces-fall-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112583501522936792</id><published>2005-09-05T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:35:25.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/So%20wish%20you%20were%20here....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/So%20wish%20you%20were%20here....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed.... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long now....I can smell you...as if you were here now.... as if nothing has changed... But i look around and i can't see you, i can't touch you, i can't hear you, i can't hold you, i can't &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;.... Where are you??&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of our time together will be in my mind for ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Although you have left me, you will be forever in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Why?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112583501522936792?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112583501522936792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112583501522936792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583501522936792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112583501522936792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/09/bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887587352336330</id><published>2005-08-30T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:45:35.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta encostada ou fechada??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/44_by_justatouchaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/44_by_justatouchaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what to say about my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;They were cool, not what I expected... but fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;I've returned extremely confused....&lt;br /&gt;I left and the door had closed,  at the moment the door is a little open....&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if I want to shut it, or if I want to leave it as it is....&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; is a virtue.... but have I not been patient enough??&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;.... Only time will tell what the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;future &lt;/span&gt;holds.... And I believe that if it's meant to be, it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887587352336330?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887587352336330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887587352336330&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887587352336330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887587352336330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/08/porta-encostada-ou-fechada.html' title='Porta encostada ou fechada??'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112353994454996020</id><published>2005-08-08T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:38:52.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/30%20Seconds%20of%20truth....%20I%20WISH!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/30%20Seconds%20of%20truth....%20I%20WISH%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros 30 segundos do meu encontro com ele serao os 30 segundos da verdade... Estarei de ferias por umas semaninhas e sem qualquer acesso a net....&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-vos umas boas ferias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos para todos os visitantes...&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112353994454996020?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112353994454996020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112353994454996020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112353994454996020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112353994454996020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/08/os-primeiros-30-segundos-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112290067770092564</id><published>2005-08-01T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:35:44.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silently Speaking Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Silently%20Speaking%20Everything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Silently%20Speaking%20Everything.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently Speaking Everything&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our eyes meet across a crowded room... The way you look at me...&lt;br /&gt;No need for words. We both want the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no doubt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish..... I wish it could be that simple just once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112290067770092564?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112290067770092564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112290067770092564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112290067770092564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112290067770092564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/08/silently-speaking-everything.html' title='Silently Speaking Everything...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112254423619064040</id><published>2005-07-28T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:52:18.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Leaving%20you....jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Leaving%20you....jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. &lt;br /&gt;Was it a mistake? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart. I'm mending it. Leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112254423619064040?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112254423619064040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112254423619064040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112254423619064040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112254423619064040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/leaving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112254151219049320</id><published>2005-07-28T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T10:07:42.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Veil_to_silence_by_SeaFairy1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Veil_to_silence_by_SeaFairy1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, forced upon me&lt;br /&gt;the veil that leads to silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lia Saile &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes o silencio e a melhor cura... &lt;br /&gt;Eu continuarei em silencio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112254151219049320?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112254151219049320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112254151219049320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112254151219049320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112254151219049320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-forced-upon-me-veil-that-leads-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887599886265221</id><published>2005-07-21T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:18:26.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-6.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887599886265221?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887599886265221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887599886265221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887599886265221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887599886265221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming.....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111973721353906130</id><published>2005-07-21T07:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:18:10.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>I wish I could remember the first day,&lt;br /&gt;First hour, first moment of your meetung me,&lt;br /&gt;If bright or dim the season, it might be&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter for aught I can say.&lt;br /&gt;So unrecorded did it slip away,&lt;br /&gt;So blind was I to see and foresee,&lt;br /&gt;So dull to mark the building of my tree&lt;br /&gt;That would not blossom yet for many a May.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could recollect it, such&lt;br /&gt;A day of days! I let it come and go&lt;br /&gt;As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;&lt;br /&gt;If only now I could recall that touch,&lt;br /&gt;First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111973721353906130?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111973721353906130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111973721353906130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111973721353906130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111973721353906130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112127607094993509</id><published>2005-07-13T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:34:30.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Saudades....jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Saudades....jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho saudades....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112127607094993509?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112127607094993509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112127607094993509&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112127607094993509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112127607094993509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/eu-tenho-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-112077820431892703</id><published>2005-07-08T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:26:41.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London 07.07.05</title><content type='html'>The Big London Red Bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a familiar sight.... So near home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/07.07.05.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/07.07.05.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Blasts....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/RedBus.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/RedBus.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Bus&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/London.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/London.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/London%20Bud.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/London%20Bud.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Famous Kings Cross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Kings%20Cross.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Kings%20Cross.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings Cross&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgware Road....Once.... my way to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Edgware%20Road.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Edgware%20Road.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgware Road&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-112077820431892703?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/112077820431892703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=112077820431892703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112077820431892703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/112077820431892703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-070705.html' title='London 07.07.05'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887592302201965</id><published>2005-07-06T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:39:43.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim da esperanca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swept away&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the sea sweeps things away....&lt;br /&gt;You took a giant step today....&lt;br /&gt;That swept all my hope away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887592302201965?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887592302201965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887592302201965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887592302201965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887592302201965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/07/fim-da-esperanca.html' title='Fim da esperanca...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887598801708236</id><published>2005-06-28T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:32:07.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;W Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;W Rose&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja que se tem falado mto de cores...&lt;br /&gt;Para mim nao ha nada como o preto e o branco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branco.... Claro, simples...&lt;br /&gt;Preto... Escuro, misterioso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinzento... aonde me encontro neste momento... simplesmente confuso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887598801708236?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887598801708236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887598801708236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887598801708236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887598801708236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/06/bw-rose.html' title='B&amp;W Rose'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111887595402800227</id><published>2005-06-15T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T08:45:03.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz no fundo do tunel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light at end of tunnel... HOPE&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente encontrei a luz no fundo do tunel... &lt;br /&gt;Mas sera tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;Ou sera verdade, q no amor nunca e tarde demais??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111887595402800227?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111887595402800227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111887595402800227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887595402800227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111887595402800227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/06/luz-no-fundo-do-tunel.html' title='Luz no fundo do tunel...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111818363695508157</id><published>2005-06-07T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:33:56.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/simple__sincere5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/simple__sincere5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma simples rosa vermelha... Um simples pensamento... Um simples sentimento... Uma simples desculpa... Uma velha memoria... Uma velha magoa... Uma horrivel dor... Uma antiga paixao... Um passado por acabar?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111818363695508157?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111818363695508157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111818363695508157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111818363695508157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111818363695508157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/06/uma-simples-rosa-vermelha.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111800723368430225</id><published>2005-06-06T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:34:49.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti...</title><content type='html'>Calma a noite cai sobre o teu coracao&lt;br /&gt;E eu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Caminho&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada para ver...&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento foge,&lt;br /&gt;Esvoaca,&lt;br /&gt;E vai poisar junto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Como a querer transformar&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;Numa visao real e pura&lt;br /&gt;E eu ando...&lt;br /&gt;Corro...&lt;br /&gt;e fujo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa imagem se vai desvanecendo&lt;br /&gt;Como a claridade da manha&lt;br /&gt;Que vai raiar!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como eu te quis... (E bom saber q nunca vais ler isto)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111800723368430225?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111800723368430225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111800723368430225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111800723368430225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111800723368430225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/06/ti.html' title='A ti...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111680558587782418</id><published>2005-06-05T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:22:09.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pk nao ha ninguem como tu.....</title><content type='html'>Leo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O q dizer seu maluco??&lt;br /&gt;Por onde comecar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei q falar sobre ti... afinal este post e so para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es bestial, sincero, simpatico, carinhoso, sorridente, engracado, divertido, leal, bonito e acima de tudo um granda maluco... &lt;br /&gt;Continua assim e nao mudes mto pk nao ha ninguem como tu. Fico contente por saber k seguiste o meu concelho e ganhas-te um pouco mais de juizo! ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relacao as meninas e as amizades:&lt;br /&gt;"A amizade e amiga&lt;br /&gt;A amizade e humana&lt;br /&gt;Estende a mao a quem precisa&lt;br /&gt;Chegar ao cimo de uma montanha&lt;br /&gt;Nunca a amizada tentes trair&lt;br /&gt;Nem a amiga desejar,&lt;br /&gt;O amor e egoista&lt;br /&gt;E faz amizade acabar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou com saudades tuas louco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho enorme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111680558587782418?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111680558587782418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111680558587782418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111680558587782418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111680558587782418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/06/pk-nao-ha-ninguem-como-tu.html' title='Pk nao ha ninguem como tu.....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111724053842406140</id><published>2005-05-28T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:35:38.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Para que chorar&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo na vida e passageito?&lt;br /&gt;Tens que sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E so deves pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que alegrias e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Desgostos e incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Sao finoras para ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas... SORRI&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que dias melhores virao&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu coracao&lt;br /&gt;Agora triste e gelado&lt;br /&gt;Ha-de bater, mas de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Ante ve esse dia&lt;br /&gt;E comecaras agora a ser feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111724053842406140?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111724053842406140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111724053842406140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111724053842406140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111724053842406140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111697818458250902</id><published>2005-05-25T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:44:40.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation is a killer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Temptation.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Temptation.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toco ou nao toco?! Tentacao...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111697818458250902?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111697818458250902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111697818458250902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111697818458250902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111697818458250902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/temptation-is-killer.html' title='Temptation is a killer...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111696509564202502</id><published>2005-05-24T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:08:30.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Andorinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/-12.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/-12.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voando...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andorinha, andorinha&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui, junto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque choras, porque gemes,&lt;br /&gt;Quem te magoou assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andorinha, andorinha,&lt;br /&gt;O teu vestido e tao negro!&lt;br /&gt;E simbolo do teu penar&lt;br /&gt;Ou sombra do teu segredo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andorinha, andorinha&lt;br /&gt;Tem pena do que te digo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tambem estou muito triste...&lt;br /&gt;Mitiga as magoas comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111696509564202502?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111696509564202502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111696509564202502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111696509564202502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111696509564202502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/andorinha.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Andorinha...&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111680330503555760</id><published>2005-05-23T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:15:21.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboleta Encarnada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/red%20butterfly.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/red%20butterfly.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borboleta Vermelha.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi uma borboleta vermelha, para inderectamente dar os Parabens ao SLB. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo nao sendo Benfiquista... sou apoiante do Fair Play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o ano, se tudo correr bem... espero colocar algo Verde... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111680330503555760?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111680330503555760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111680330503555760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111680330503555760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111680330503555760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/borboleta-encarnada.html' title='Borboleta Encarnada'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111663745870384743</id><published>2005-05-21T02:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:04:18.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/love_in_the_city_by_PrinCess_ChouBidou.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/love_in_the_city_by_PrinCess_ChouBidou.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kiss every mild person opens the doors to this sweetness...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111663745870384743?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111663745870384743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111663745870384743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111663745870384743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111663745870384743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-kiss-every-mild-person-opens-doors.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111660236849407246</id><published>2005-05-20T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:27:17.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/all%20out%20of%20love.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/all%20out%20of%20love2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All out of love...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want you to come back and carry me home&lt;br /&gt;Away from these long lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;Does the feeling seem oh so right&lt;br /&gt;And what would you say if I called on you now&lt;br /&gt;And said that I can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way, it gets harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Gilad Benari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just how i feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111660236849407246?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111660236849407246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111660236849407246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111660236849407246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111660236849407246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-out-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111652007438399549</id><published>2005-05-19T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:27:54.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu nao sei quem te perdeu</title><content type='html'>Quando veio&lt;br /&gt;Mostrou-me as maos vazias,&lt;br /&gt;As maos como os meus dias,&lt;br /&gt;Tao leves e banais.&lt;br /&gt;E pediu-me...&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe levasse o medo&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse-lhe um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;" Nao partas nunca mais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dancou,&lt;br /&gt;Rodou no chao molhado,&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo apertado&lt;br /&gt;De barco contra o cais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma asa voa&lt;br /&gt;A cada beijo teu,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sou dono do Ceu&lt;br /&gt;E eu nao sei quem te perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abracou-me &lt;br /&gt;Como se abraca o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;A vida num momento&lt;br /&gt;Em gestos nunca iguais&lt;br /&gt;E parou.&lt;br /&gt;Cantou contra o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;Roubado nos umbrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E partiu...&lt;br /&gt;Sem me dizer o nome&lt;br /&gt;Levando-me o perfume&lt;br /&gt;De tantas noites mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma asa voa.&lt;br /&gt;A cada beijo teu,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sou dono do ceu&lt;br /&gt;E eu nao sei quem te perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111652007438399549?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111652007438399549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111652007438399549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111652007438399549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111652007438399549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/e-eu-nao-sei-quem-te-perdeu.html' title='&lt;em&gt;E eu nao sei quem te perdeu&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110359826496037758</id><published>2005-05-19T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:17:48.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Angels Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/Anglesfall2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/Anglesfall2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even angels fall&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida e fodida.... &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vou superar todos os maus momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Os Poemas vao voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando ainda nao sei.&lt;br /&gt;Vou ganhar forcas,&lt;br /&gt;e vou acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Q a vida vai melhorar. &lt;br /&gt;Porque&lt;br /&gt;Ate os anjos caiem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110359826496037758?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110359826496037758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110359826496037758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110359826496037758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110359826496037758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/05/even-angels-fall.html' title='Even Angels Fall'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-111005782482941408</id><published>2005-03-05T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:26:10.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilusao</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para ti&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vi passar&lt;br /&gt;Tu olhaste-me e sorriste&lt;br /&gt;Seguiste-me com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ate ao fim da rua&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite nao dormi,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a cada passo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sofria, so de pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Tentei fazer tudo&lt;br /&gt;Para te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O meu chorar era mudo,&lt;br /&gt;Na minha consciencia&lt;br /&gt;A tua visao continuava a aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Tentei esquecer-te, mas como?&lt;br /&gt;Se tu eras chama ardente?&lt;br /&gt;Como? Se o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, era cada vez mais quente?&lt;br /&gt;O dia chegou e a noite enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Findou!&lt;br /&gt;O meu coracao iludido pensou&lt;br /&gt;Que tu o querias amar&lt;br /&gt;E se alegrou&lt;br /&gt;Quando te viu reaparecer&lt;br /&gt;No crepusculo do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Tu passaste, olhaste, mas&lt;br /&gt;Tu nao ligaste&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei e compreendi&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo era ILUSAO&lt;br /&gt;Eu era para tu esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Pois na tua consciencia&lt;br /&gt;O meu nome era como restos&lt;br /&gt;De cinza, numa fogueira ardida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-111005782482941408?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/111005782482941408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=111005782482941408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111005782482941408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/111005782482941408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/03/ilusao.html' title='Ilusao'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110305317015590066</id><published>2005-03-03T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T14:08:26.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Apaixonada.... pela pessoa errada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/26.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/26.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sinto-me triste.... sozinha....confusa...perdida .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tu nao vais saber como me sinto, sei que nunca vais ler este post, nem este meu blog....&lt;br /&gt;Para mim es um vicio, as vezes magoas-me como tudo, mas eu nunca tenho que chegue...... Se uma lagrima em meus olhos significa um pouco de amor, so mesmo uma tempestade diria o quanto te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao, nao te amo... mas sim, estou, estou perdidamente apaixonada.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de dor. Nao te quero querer... Quero odiar-te, quero esquecer-te.... nao te quero ver mais...  Nao te quero, nunca quis, jamais te perdoarei pelo o despreso que me tens dado... Nao quero mais lagrimas. Serei forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ausencia e para o amor, o que o vento e para o fogo. Apaga o pequeno, aviva o forte.... &lt;br /&gt;E eu...Preciso de ti como nunca precisei de ninguem...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver-te, tocar-te, sentir-te...... Eu quero-te....&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir os teus labios nos meus, quero sentir o toque da tua pele, o meu corpo a rossar no teu....&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te, desejo-te como nunca desejei ninguem... &lt;br /&gt;Digo-te agora, Jamais te esquecerei... &lt;br /&gt;Volta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110305317015590066?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110305317015590066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110305317015590066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110305317015590066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110305317015590066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/03/apaixonada-pela-pessoa-errada.html' title='Apaixonada.... pela pessoa errada.'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110376574058197461</id><published>2005-02-01T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:04:51.303Z</updated><title type='text'> Knock.... knock.... Who's there? </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/atthegate.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/atthegate.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda.......&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhem que imagem linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida e bela... e muitas pessoas tambem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho andado minimamente inspirada para escrever neste blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei o ano mal, mas espero acaba-lo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Andei com a papeira durante 3 semanitas, mas ja estou boazita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodo de exames continua, mas ja falta pouco para as minhas mini ferias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais chega o dia em que vou ver aquele rapaz por quem tanto me apaixonei.... Mas q nao me merece... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que nao queira sofrer, quando estamos apaixonados, e inevitavel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estarei ausente novamente ate meio de Fevereiro, mas depois prometo q tentarei por os meus pensamentos e poemas aqui no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora acabei de reler o que escrevi, e nao faz sentido, de qualquer maneira, neste momento os meus pensamentos tambem nao fazem sentido nenhum, por isso, isto assim vai ficar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110376574058197461?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110376574058197461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110376574058197461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110376574058197461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110376574058197461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/02/knock-knock-whos-there.html' title=' Knock.... knock.... Who&apos;s there? '/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110608940656279562</id><published>2005-01-18T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:03:26.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Sofrer</title><content type='html'>E triste!&lt;br /&gt;Nao e meiguice&lt;br /&gt;Ver sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos inocentes&lt;br /&gt;E nao respeitarmos &lt;br /&gt;A sua criancise&lt;br /&gt;Crianca loura&lt;br /&gt;Olhos azuis&lt;br /&gt;Rosto rosado&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo corado&lt;br /&gt;Crianca que sofres&lt;br /&gt;Com lentidao&lt;br /&gt;E sentes trespassar&lt;br /&gt;A dor em teu coracao&lt;br /&gt;Nao te lamentes&lt;br /&gt;Do teu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo para ti sera luz&lt;br /&gt;Teras um amigo &lt;br /&gt;Que te pertence&lt;br /&gt;Esse sera o teu&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110608940656279562?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110608940656279562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110608940656279562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110608940656279562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110608940656279562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/01/sofrer.html' title='Sofrer'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110557146250798352</id><published>2005-01-12T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:11:02.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post rapidinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado um pouquito ausente... por varias razoes, comecando por o meu portatel avariar e acabando comigo doentita e de caminha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenham tido todos um bom natal e desejovos tudo de bom para o novo ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiver melhorzita e tiver o meu portatel de volta eu tentarei ter este blog mais em data...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ja, e so.&lt;br /&gt;Bjocas pra todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110557146250798352?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110557146250798352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110557146250798352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110557146250798352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110557146250798352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/01/post-rapidinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110557096542522897</id><published>2005-01-12T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:02:45.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Feitico...</title><content type='html'>Eu creio no feitico&lt;br /&gt;Que habita em ti&lt;br /&gt;E me enfeiticou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-o&lt;br /&gt;No brilhar dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontraram os meus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o&lt;br /&gt;No calor das tuas maos&lt;br /&gt;Quando as aperto nas minhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-o&lt;br /&gt;Porque irradia de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao sei compreende-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio nesse feitico&lt;br /&gt;Porque dele sou vitima,&lt;br /&gt;Linda Feiticeira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110557096542522897?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110557096542522897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110557096542522897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110557096542522897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110557096542522897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2005/01/feitico.html' title='Feitico...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110514279375471397</id><published>2005-01-07T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:06:33.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;O segredo e Amar, Amar a vida&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo o que ha de bom e mau em nos.&lt;br /&gt;Amar a hora breve e apetecida&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir todos os sons em casa voz&lt;br /&gt;E ver todos os ceus em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar por mil razoes e sem razao...&lt;br /&gt;Amar so por amar,&lt;br /&gt;Com os nervos, o sangue, o coracao...&lt;br /&gt;Viver em cada instante a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;E ver, na propria sombra, claridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segredo e amar, mas amar com prazer&lt;br /&gt;Sem limites nem linha de horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Amar a vida, a morte, o amor!&lt;br /&gt;Beber em cada fonte,&lt;br /&gt;Florir em cada flor,&lt;br /&gt;Nascer em cada ninho,&lt;br /&gt;Sorver a terra inteira como um vinho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110514279375471397?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110514279375471397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110514279375471397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110514279375471397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade a tormentada&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos tremer de pavor&lt;br /&gt;Tambem dentro do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Ela ruge from fragor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tortura  e desespero&lt;br /&gt;E revolta reprimida,&lt;br /&gt;Sao as dividas amargas&lt;br /&gt;Que consomem minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, fazei como outrora,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de amor e bondade.&lt;br /&gt;Erguei vossas maos benditas,&lt;br /&gt;Amainai a tempestade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no meio do desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho ainda uma esperecanca&lt;br /&gt;Porque apos a tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;Costuma vir a BONANCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110359823368923717</id><published>2004-12-22T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:28:10.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/pegadas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/pegadas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulcos compridos&lt;br /&gt;Bem definidos&lt;br /&gt;Feitos no chao&lt;br /&gt;E acabados&lt;br /&gt;Sem compaixao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chagas errantes,&lt;br /&gt;Dilacerantes,&lt;br /&gt;Passos cansados.&lt;br /&gt;Sulcos comprimidos&lt;br /&gt;De pes doirados&lt;br /&gt;E arrastados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulcos tremidos&lt;br /&gt;Pelos gemidos dos pobrezinhos&lt;br /&gt;Salcos sangrentos&lt;br /&gt;E poeirentos&lt;br /&gt;De maus caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracos rasgados&lt;br /&gt;De desgracados,&lt;br /&gt;Sem terem pao.&lt;br /&gt;Sulcos sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;Deixam em ferida&lt;br /&gt;Meu coracao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110359823368923717?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110359823368923717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Natal da minha infancia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/innocent.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/innocent.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inocencia...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal! Saudades de noitade&lt;br /&gt;E dos lindo brinquedos,&lt;br /&gt;Que em sonhos ledos&lt;br /&gt;Eu via acordada!&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da minha mae &lt;br /&gt;Que a ceia fazia filhos &lt;br /&gt;E tambem gostosa aletria!&lt;br /&gt;E os meus irmaos,&lt;br /&gt;Cantavam e tocavam,&lt;br /&gt;Viola nas maos?&lt;br /&gt;E os caes ladravam!&lt;br /&gt;A lareira acesa,&lt;br /&gt;A noite o serao.&lt;br /&gt;" - Que quereis a Princesa?"&lt;br /&gt;Prestai atencao.&lt;br /&gt;As Janeiras tinham&lt;br /&gt;Cantigas mordazes;&lt;br /&gt;Os rapazes vinha,, ligeiros andazes&lt;br /&gt;A noite corria, o galo cantava,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, quase dormia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mae rzava: Menino Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Protege os meninos; nao lhes des a cruz.&lt;br /&gt;Que sao pequeninos!&lt;br /&gt;E ela chorava, e eu me comovia.&lt;br /&gt;Depois repousava; a espera do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Pela manha, corria lampeira ao fogao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sorria, sorria!&lt;br /&gt;Sapato na mao?&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que me torturais&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-me iludida&lt;br /&gt;Dai-me outros Natais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Autoria -&gt; Minha mae! **(Tenho a quem sair! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110359745028365442?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110359745028365442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110359745028365442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110359745028365442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;It's you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has made its mind up&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid it's you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you've got lined up,&lt;br /&gt;My heart has made its mind up&lt;br /&gt;And if you can't be signed up&lt;br /&gt;This year, next year will do.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has made its mind up&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid it's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110359834474884657?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110359834474884657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110359834474884657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110359834474884657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110359834474884657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-are-one.html' title='You are the one...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110313435544400582</id><published>2004-12-15T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:12:35.443Z</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;E pressa ao angustiante&lt;br /&gt;Decorrer destes minutos.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Contigo tao distante&lt;br /&gt;Mas dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Sim!&lt;br /&gt;So!...&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando esta revolta crescente&lt;br /&gt;Que quem e traido sente&lt;br /&gt;Na amargura de suas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo cheio de gente&lt;br /&gt;Com um Deus de quem se e crente&lt;br /&gt;Mas em quem perdi a esperanca.&lt;br /&gt;So!...&lt;br /&gt;Num amargo silencio fechado&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo por algo infundado&lt;br /&gt;E so...&lt;br /&gt;Por nao exirtir justica,&lt;br /&gt;Nem compreensao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110313435544400582?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110313435544400582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110313435544400582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110313435544400582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110313435544400582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2004/12/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110298947035745764</id><published>2004-12-14T01:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-14T01:57:50.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar e facil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar e coisa banal&lt;br /&gt;Que a todos acontece&lt;br /&gt;A propria vida e um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Que estimula e adormece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar a vida a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vida melhor&lt;br /&gt;E a condicao do homem&lt;br /&gt;Que quer ser mais e maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o curso comecamos,&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos no terminar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos no fim,&lt;br /&gt;Temos pena de o deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser por acaso sonhamos&lt;br /&gt;Que os exames vao chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sem sabermos dizer como,&lt;br /&gt;Vem a pressa de estudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos vao e sonhos vem&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos tristes p'ra contar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tambem os ha alegres&lt;br /&gt;Que estes podem apagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim continuamos&lt;br /&gt;A singrar no mar da vida&lt;br /&gt;Seja a esperanca o nosso lema&lt;br /&gt;O bem, a nossa guardia.&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/9436570-110298947035745764?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110298947035745764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110298947035745764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110298947035745764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110298947035745764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2004/12/sonhar-e-facil.html' title='Sonhar e facil...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110297011867863818</id><published>2004-12-13T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-14T02:08:55.283Z</updated><title type='text'>So pra ti...</title><content type='html'>Ninu Lindo .... Um post so pra ti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the world you may be one person but to one person you maybe the world....&lt;br /&gt;Theres always going to be people that hurt you, so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who to trust next time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are supposed to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one... so that when we finally meet that person we will know how to be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never frown, even when you are sad... because you never know who is falling in love with your smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao desesperes, vive para o dia de hoje nao para o dia de amanha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas Tiaguinho.... E anima-te, es novinho... tens a tua vida toda a tua frente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110297011867863818?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110297011867863818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110297011867863818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110297011867863818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110297011867863818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-pra-ti.html' title='So pra ti...'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9436570.post-110279558480222422</id><published>2004-12-11T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:22:16.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/640/iloveu.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2534/320/iloveu.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo de amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria amar-te &lt;br /&gt;Queria ver-te,&lt;br /&gt;Queria sonhar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Queria prender-te,&lt;br /&gt;Queria sentir-te...&lt;br /&gt;Simm queria amar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Tendo o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Queria sonhar-te&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo teu calor,&lt;br /&gt;Queria prender-te e ver-te&lt;br /&gt;Na minha ilusao.&lt;br /&gt;E queria sentir-te&lt;br /&gt;Em meu coracao...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9436570-110279558480222422?l=numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/110279558480222422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9436570&amp;postID=110279558480222422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110279558480222422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9436570/posts/default/110279558480222422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbecosemsaida.blogspot.com/2004/12/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Menina Rebelde...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12916629895758541520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
