<?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-4892009403511090918</id><updated>2011-12-29T22:43:31.057Z</updated><title type='text'>-don't look back in anger;</title><subtitle type='html'>(memórias de um átomo numa eterna sinestesia)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-199100622786535962</id><published>2011-12-04T22:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:26:55.574Z</updated><title type='text'>coisas da vida</title><content type='html'>Já reparei que tenho sempre saudades de alguma coisa. Passa o tempo e só renovo as pessoas e as coisas de quem tenho saudades. As que já tinha ora desaparecem porque deixam de ter valor, ora as mato finalmente, ora continuam. E nunca estou satisfeita com nada. Nada é perfeito o suficiente mas tenho a noção disso. Quero sempre mais e nem sempre devia querer...&lt;br /&gt;Há já alguns anos que quero sair da minha terrinha. Pelas pessoas, pelos acontecimentos, pela cidade, por tudo o que não me agradava. Disse muitas vezes: "Estou ansiosa pela faculdade. Vai ser como começar do zero...". Achar que se sabe zero não fazia parte disso mas todos passamos pela fase deprimente. E agora, sim, depois de 3 meses com outra rotina, outras gentes, outros sítios, digo que saudades que eu tenho da minha terrinha! Saudades das poucas pessoas que valem a pena, saudades (mais) das que hei-de sempre admirar, adorar e esperar que o "destino" nos cruze novamente. Saudades daquela treta de escola, do nível de complexidade que se estudava, da vidinha feita, o namorado sempre perto, os amigos sempre por aí e a família unida. O que se destrói numas férias de verão e a distância que se criou com uma coisa chamada faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer incoerente, querer sair e agora querer voltar mas é coerente porque tinha que renovar as pessoas e as coisas pelas quais tenho saudades... Não, não é por isso. Agora a sério: há uma frase que, infelizmente, faz todo o sentido, não foi só agora que a percebi mas, pela quantidade de mudanças, nunca me fez tanto sentido dizê-la agora: "só damos valor ás coisas quando as perdemos".&lt;br /&gt;Acho que, (im)perfeições à parte, já dei valor a muito antes de o/a(s) perder. A vidinha feita já não tenho. Um secundário ainda se faz estudando pouco mas um curso não, gastar tempo em transportes, habituar a todo um novo ambiente é desgastante. Mas as pessoas de quem eu tenho mais saudades sabem disso. Ainda ontem distribui dos melhores abraços que tinha guardados. Dava ainda mais se todas as pessoas de quem sinto falta tivessem estado comigo. Mas falta-me coragem ou lata, falta uma coisinha qualquer, e por isso há quem não saiba. De qualquer das formas, os abraços estão aqui guardados, à espera.&lt;br /&gt;Por muita incoerência que tudo isto soe, a verdade é que passam anos e silêncios e eu continuo a mesma lamechas, a ter consideração por quem nem sequer falo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-199100622786535962?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/199100622786535962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=199100622786535962' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/199100622786535962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/199100622786535962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/12/coisas-da-vida.html' title='coisas da vida'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8106025030649991344</id><published>2011-12-01T14:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:31:10.075Z</updated><title type='text'>"never say never" because everything happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora tudo começou por isso ainda irão aparecer muitos assuntos em que nos sentimos assim.&lt;br /&gt;Only ones who knows. E por isso, os únicos que vão sentir a falta disso.&lt;br /&gt;Não tomar nada, mas nada, por garantido, esse tem que ser o lema. Desde amigos, até aos pais, que só juntos é que são família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d82zxqZHUo8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8106025030649991344?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8106025030649991344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8106025030649991344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8106025030649991344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8106025030649991344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-say-never-because-everything.html' title='&quot;never say never&quot; because everything happens'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d82zxqZHUo8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1948416467899599927</id><published>2011-11-18T20:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:44:57.330Z</updated><title type='text'>--.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;«“Viver é estar sempre preparado para dizer adeus”, diz um amigo meu, no aeroporto. Caminhamos de um lado para o outro, enquanto aguardo a hora do meu vôo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;“Entretanto”, continua meu amigo, “a Natureza é sábia.&amp;nbsp; Cura a alma da mesma maneira com que cura o corpo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;“Passamos por três estágios da doença do adeus. O primeiro é a negação: isto não é verdade!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;“Depois vem o desespero, a revolta: era verdade! tal coisa nunca podia acontecer comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;“Finalmente, vem a aceitação: bem, era verdade, aconteceu, agora é preciso seguir adiante!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;“Se vivermos cada uma destas etapas, sem vergonha, sem tentar cortar caminho, a Natureza se encarregará de fechar a ferida. Mas ela precisa do mesmo ingrediente que é necessário para curar os males do corpo: tempo”.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;Foi por nem 10 minutos que não entrei e não te vi. Só queria ver a tua reacção. Enquanto isso tentei voltar a mim... A faculdade come a cabeça a qualquer um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1948416467899599927?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1948416467899599927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1948416467899599927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1948416467899599927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1948416467899599927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='--.'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3794900579105593941</id><published>2011-10-29T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:25:14.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vivo de saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="75" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6hzrDeceEKc" width="100"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se aparecesses aqui e agora, ainda ia a correr para te dar o Melhor Abraço do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3794900579105593941?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3794900579105593941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3794900579105593941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3794900579105593941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3794900579105593941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/10/vivo-de-saudades.html' title='vivo de saudades'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6hzrDeceEKc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8537784181489679918</id><published>2011-09-30T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:46:58.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Diz que uma pessoa nativa de gémeos vive da mudança e odeia rotinas. Quando as mudanças são radicais, as constantes desaparecem, o meio é novo e até o que&amp;nbsp;achávamos&amp;nbsp;ser impossível acontece, então a mudança é insuportável. Viver na incerteza, andar pelo desconhecido... Crescer é do pior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8537784181489679918?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8537784181489679918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8537784181489679918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8537784181489679918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8537784181489679918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3328747623699977332</id><published>2011-09-30T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:36:58.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>we're just ordinary people</title><content type='html'>Num certo dia de Setembro em 1999, conheceram-se os alunos da professora Angelina. 20 caramelos com 5 e 6 anos que não sabiam o que lhes esperava. O tempo passa e hoje recebemos o diploma de fim do secundário. Desses 20 (e tal) são poucos os que realmente ainda se conhecem e ainda se falam. Outras pessoas ficaram também no histórico pelas ligações de turma e teatro. É muito estranho. Alguns depois de 12 anos juntos, quando se encontram depois da primeira semana na faculdade, já estão completamente integrados, só querem é mais praxe, mais vida, continuar. Outros ficam com as lágrimas nos olhos no autocarro só de pensar que nos vamos encontrar novamente. Por mim fazia um 13º ano com eles todos outra vez. Sem dúvida que noutro certo dia de Setembro de 2011 foi um primeiro dia de aulas tal como se fosse a primária. É a mesma novidade, o mesmo entusiasmo, o mesmo medo da mudança. E da mesma forma que 12 anos voaram, 3 ou 5 ou quantos forem necessários passarão a voar. Nessa altura já a mudança é o pão nosso de cada dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3328747623699977332?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3328747623699977332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3328747623699977332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3328747623699977332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3328747623699977332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-just-ordinary-people.html' title='we&apos;re just ordinary people'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1533975538273254471</id><published>2011-09-18T01:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:56:50.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>astronomia</title><content type='html'>Fez nestes dias 12 anos que entrei para a escola. Já sabia ler, menos as palavras grandes, e sabia escrever o meu nome. Hoje tenho a teoria da relatividade a comer-me a cabeça e sei que demonstrar&amp;nbsp;matematicamente&amp;nbsp;qualquer coisa é mais importante que substituir valores e resolver a expressão. Não, não é nostalgia. É ser a mais pura verdade quando alguém diz: "ainda no outro dia fazia desenhos com marcadores sobre qualquer coisa mas sempre com um sol com óculos de sol e agora já vai para a faculdade...".&lt;br /&gt;Tenho quem me diga que nem tem piada saber que entrei no curso que queria porque já sabia que entrava, à larga. No entanto tenho a mesma ansiedade que todos têm para abrir o mail, ou ler no site que sim, estou mesmo naquele curso, sim, consegui. Para mim é um sonho tornado realidade, é poder dizer que "posso dizer isto desde que tenho 4 anos, mas hoje sei que vou ser doutora da lua, do sol e das coisas do céu".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1533975538273254471?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1533975538273254471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1533975538273254471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1533975538273254471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1533975538273254471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/09/astronomia.html' title='astronomia'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3825357044132947260</id><published>2011-09-15T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:48:18.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>diz que é uma fase</title><content type='html'>Antes achava que era difícil, muito difícil, viver quando alguém importante para nós saía da nossa vida. Não se vivia, sobrevivia-se.&amp;nbsp;Mas, há já algum tempo, acho que isso não é&amp;nbsp;difícil. Habituarmo-nos a outra rotina, a ir para outra casa, a estar com outra pessoa, a estudar outro assunto, essa mudança é fácil. É fácil porque é física e o tempo passa suficientemente depressa para que o corpo se habitue. O difícil vem depois. Sim, depois vem a inflexibilidade e como o que está diferente torna-se definitivo e passa a normal. Se alguém saiu por aquela porta, só entrará quando bater e eu abrir, mas mesmo para isso o caminho não é fácil.&lt;br /&gt;O difícil é lidar com o vazio que fica. O difícil é aceitar que agora vai ser assim "para sempre". E porque isso nem sequer existe, nunca o&amp;nbsp;deveríamos&amp;nbsp;dizer. Sempre nos assustará a ideia de quanto mais tempo é que se vai ficar a pensar, remoer, falar sobre e até chorar. Faz-se o luto mas depois a gente conforma-se... Deprime e des-deprime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que começa tudo, outra vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3825357044132947260?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3825357044132947260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3825357044132947260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3825357044132947260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3825357044132947260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/09/antes-achava-que-era-dificil-muito.html' title='diz que é uma fase'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-257264417360546159</id><published>2011-07-06T01:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:45:13.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>matemática lírica</title><content type='html'>Um plano pode ser formado através de 3 pontos não colineares. Outra forma é 2 pontos colineares e 1 não colinear a esses 2, o que não deixa de perfazer um total de 3 pontos necessários. Por isso, basta retirar 1 ponto que o plano não se forma. Em vez disso só se forma uma recta, com os 2 pontos restantes.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão extremamente metafórica e nada científica: há uma infinidade de pontos maior num plano do que numa recta. Porque não infinitos uns maiores do que outros? Com a vida é a mesma coisa. 2 pessoas juntas formam uma recta, uma meta e já entre si há uma infinidade de pontos de recordações. Entretanto vê os pontos dos filhos e a recta passa a plano que muda de figura ao longo do tempo, nem todos são colineares. Somos todos diferentes mas todos sabemos o maravilhoso que é pertencer ao plano da família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ªf, 04-07-2011; 02:39h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-257264417360546159?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/257264417360546159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=257264417360546159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/257264417360546159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/257264417360546159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/07/matematica-lirica.html' title='matemática lírica'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6879517205595737832</id><published>2011-06-28T20:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:16:52.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nhenhenhé</title><content type='html'>Fiz 18 anos, fui votar. Fui quase rainha do baile, fui parte de um grupo glee. Fiz os exames nacionais de 12º e tenho a peça de teatro à porta. Entretanto vêm as Sebastianas, algum festival de verão e o espectáculo de ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanto afazer, esqueço-me de escrever. A mente não é a mesma. Apesar das responsabilidades ainda não terem mudado radicalmente, há um novo ciclo a preparar. Escrever deixa de fazer sentido quando o que guardo para mim são só saudades que, mesmo assim, digo às pessoas quando a oportunidade surge. Dentro de mim nada fica de pensamento, só o que sinto para não deixar de sentir. De facto, as pessoas são um bicho muito complicado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6879517205595737832?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6879517205595737832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6879517205595737832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6879517205595737832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6879517205595737832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/06/nhenhenhe.html' title='nhenhenhé'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8937398695864474344</id><published>2011-05-26T21:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:06:05.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye/hello - part 1</title><content type='html'>A calculadora diz que tenho 17,982888433 anos aproximadamente. Daqui a 6 dias terei o famoso número 18 e 4 dias depois exercerei o meu direito de voto. Para além disso e do direito a tirar a carta, o que é que muda? Na realidade nada mas facilmente a idade toma peso e exige responsabilidade. É assustador. Eu sonhava em ter 18 anos e agora, que estou tão perto, parece que só quero voltar atrás. Tenho que estudar, dançar, amigos e namorado enquanto tenho um primo de quase 5 anos (como o tempo passa!) que vai a festas de anos e chega cansado de tanto brincar. Questão existencial: vou ver televisão ou jogar à bola? Sem dúvida, o tempo só pode ser relativo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8937398695864474344?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8937398695864474344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8937398695864474344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8937398695864474344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8937398695864474344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbyehello-part-1.html' title='goodbye/hello - part 1'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6168220940343808393</id><published>2011-05-13T19:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:22:10.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>será chuva? será gente? vento não é certamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_IR8VQB6BY/Tc12htEIVsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ys13iYGor-w/s1600/DSCF2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_IR8VQB6BY/Tc12htEIVsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ys13iYGor-w/s400/DSCF2272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267432550815426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se hoje já tenho saudades de vocês e não só, no futuro vou ter ainda mais!&lt;br /&gt;Aveiro diz tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6168220940343808393?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6168220940343808393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6168220940343808393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6168220940343808393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6168220940343808393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/05/sera-chuva-sera-gente-vento-nao-e.html' title='será chuva? será gente? vento não é certamente'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_IR8VQB6BY/Tc12htEIVsI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ys13iYGor-w/s72-c/DSCF2272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4465876907626233150</id><published>2011-05-08T10:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:43:24.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sem título565</title><content type='html'>A queima é incrível. Quando queremos encontrar alguém, não encontramos. Quando nos damos ao acaso, já encontramos. M*rda. E as saudades sufocam, e a coragem de agir há muito que evaporou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4465876907626233150?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4465876907626233150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4465876907626233150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4465876907626233150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4465876907626233150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/05/sem-titulo565.html' title='sem título565'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2288246314419084220</id><published>2011-04-25T00:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T17:53:37.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'>J &amp; L</title><content type='html'>Sábado.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei e tinha sonhado contigo. Tinhas-me mandado uma mensagem a dizer: "Já vou melhor amiga :)". Não me lembro de mais nada mas senti que, depois disso, tinha estado contigo, tinha-te dado um daqueles abraços bem fortes e tínhamos falado horas, sobre tudo e qualquer coisa. E mesmo quando parece que já não há mais nada a dizer, não deixamos de falar. Fiquei a lembrar as idas para casa, às 18:30, já lá vão uns anos e mesmo as do ano passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei e como nova noite, novo sonho, sonhei contigo. Andas longe, eu sei e por isso acho que devia estar contigo hoje ou amanhã porque deves estar mais próximo agora na Páscoa. Devemos à nossa amizade uma conversa como a das escadas, um abraço forte como os de sempre e um olhar que diz "gosto muito de ti".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois dias, duas noites, dois sonhos, duas pessoas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Dois amigos de quem sinto saudades como daqui até ao fim do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-2288246314419084220?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2288246314419084220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2288246314419084220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2288246314419084220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2288246314419084220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/04/j-l.html' title='J &amp; L'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5637154234560456405</id><published>2011-04-22T22:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:21:13.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>senseless</title><content type='html'>Decidi começar um blogue de fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho andado empenhada na fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho fotografias recentes minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho fotografias recentes de amigos meus.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho estado com os meus amigos ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-os mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades e por isso escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de pronomes nos meus textos.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter coragem para sair e enfrentar medos.&lt;br /&gt;Espero pelas pessoas e já não sei o que deva fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Canso-me das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir música.&lt;br /&gt;Mudo de música constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fotos de gente a mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece apagar fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Tonturas, tenho que parar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cantar à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Não faças isso, ainda desafinas.&lt;br /&gt;Vou escrever, já tenho saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Invento histórias de tanto sentimento cá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Sim.&lt;br /&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;Rrrr.&lt;br /&gt;(merda)&lt;br /&gt;Mudança precisa-se, cura e normalidade em anexo por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5637154234560456405?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5637154234560456405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5637154234560456405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5637154234560456405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5637154234560456405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/04/senseless.html' title='senseless'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2590509630140748611</id><published>2011-04-19T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:35:51.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nBDbUVXXp-U?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-2590509630140748611?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2590509630140748611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2590509630140748611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2590509630140748611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2590509630140748611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/04/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nBDbUVXXp-U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-727573908438050796</id><published>2011-04-07T23:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:46:13.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>saiu</title><content type='html'>Estava a caminho de casa, percorrendo a cidade sozinha, eram já 11 da noite. Volta e meia passa um carro e outro mas maioritariamente as ruas estão vazias, as pessoas quase todas em casa. Vejo um carro a passar perto, ouço um vidro baixar:&lt;br /&gt;- Sozinha, na rua, a esta hora? A tua mãe não iria gostar se soubesse. - dizes tu com um sorriso, o mais natural, o de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apercebo só tinha imaginado isso. Escrevo isto no telemóvel e vejo a minha sombra, negra como a noite cravada no chão. Segue-me. Fujo dela mas ela apanha-me sempre. A minha sombra e minha só.&lt;br /&gt;Chego à porta de casa. A luz só me diz que agora sim o que imaginei é impossível acontecer. Um retorno ao passado, e sempre uma conversa e um abraço, um sentir-me eu outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta e sorrio. A minha mãe trouxe uma flor nova, daquelas minhas preferidas, e pôs no candeeiro da entrada... Em cima da flor que ontem recolhi a pensar no que fui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-727573908438050796?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/727573908438050796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=727573908438050796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/727573908438050796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/727573908438050796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/04/saiu.html' title='saiu'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6775793100315868098</id><published>2011-04-01T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:25:17.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>after a dark time comes a light time</title><content type='html'>I guess I just lost myself for a couple of weeks. It's too much change. I'm the man in the house for 2 months now, I'm finaly learning to cook, I get to focus in study, so so... I wanna sing out loud and the sun has arrived in its full power.&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you, and you and you... But we'll meet again soon, I know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6775793100315868098?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6775793100315868098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6775793100315868098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6775793100315868098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6775793100315868098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-dark-time-comes-light-time.html' title='after a dark time comes a light time'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6005133658489587718</id><published>2011-03-25T22:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:39:43.613Z</updated><title type='text'>? - pt. II</title><content type='html'>-How about now? Do you have time for me? You're so far away that I can scream and you still won't hear me. And yet, we live near each other. How do you explain that?&lt;br /&gt;I said I miss you. I'm tired, I'm not in myself for so long time that I don't know where is it and where am I now. I'm sick for months and I'm also tired of it. The world is full of unhuman human beings and the sun keeps rising everyday. If you were here, I bet I would feel better. If you just said I miss you and I love you, I'd come back to me. Because, in the end, I just need your hug...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6005133658489587718?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6005133658489587718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6005133658489587718' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6005133658489587718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6005133658489587718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/03/pt-ii.html' title='? - pt. II'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1266509444735564419</id><published>2011-03-20T20:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:43:05.500Z</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>-I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;-(...)&lt;br /&gt;-I said I miss you. Didn't you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;-(...)&lt;br /&gt;-I guess I'll try again later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1266509444735564419?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1266509444735564419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1266509444735564419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1266509444735564419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1266509444735564419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8140262827090346668</id><published>2011-03-17T15:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:49:25.179Z</updated><title type='text'>realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deito fora as imagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem ti, de que me servem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As imagens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preciso habituar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A substituir-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelo vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que está em qualquer parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E cuja direcção é igualmente passageira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E verídica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preciso habituar-me ao eco dos teus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Numa casa deserta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao trémulo vigor de todos os teus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invisíveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;À canção que tu cantas e que mais ninguém ouve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A não ser eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serei feliz sem as imagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As imagens não dão felicidade a ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Era mais difícil perder-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E, no entanto, perdi-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Era mais difícil inventar-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E eu te inventei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posso passar sem as imagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim como posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passar sem ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E hei-de ser feliz ainda que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso não seja ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração sem imagens - Raul de Carvalho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8140262827090346668?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8140262827090346668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8140262827090346668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8140262827090346668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8140262827090346668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/03/realidade.html' title='realidade'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5879721822814134175</id><published>2011-03-09T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:43:16.709Z</updated><title type='text'>recordações - pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8bbTtPL1jRs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5879721822814134175?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5879721822814134175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5879721822814134175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5879721822814134175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5879721822814134175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/03/recordacoes-pt-2.html' title='recordações - pt. 2'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8bbTtPL1jRs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6147686706509556670</id><published>2011-03-03T19:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:31:44.981Z</updated><title type='text'>recordações - pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tbb2-y7vNOE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6147686706509556670?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6147686706509556670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6147686706509556670' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6147686706509556670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6147686706509556670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/03/recordacoes.html' title='recordações - 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In the very same division you take care of what and who keeps you healthy and throws away whatever you don't need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há o respeito, a boa educação e o bom senso. É incrível como o orgulho ou a estupidez ou lá o que se chama aquela coisa que passa por cima, torna algo tão simples num erro crasso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há pessoas que não volto a cumprimentar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vão para o Diabo sem mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou deixem-me ir sozinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que havemos de ir juntos?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1191443890133251793?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1191443890133251793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1191443890133251793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1191443890133251793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1191443890133251793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-nice-cup-of-shut-fuck-up.html' title='have a nice cup of &quot;shut the fuck up&quot;'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3507513213101323245</id><published>2011-02-18T22:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:33:58.169Z</updated><title type='text'>uma semana sem aulas de ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFdlzzcVZgw/TV7zmp5QXZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Owz7J8Xwg2E/s1600/0000193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575161234137832850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFdlzzcVZgw/TV7zmp5QXZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Owz7J8Xwg2E/s400/0000193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"- Então bom fim-de-semana, Marta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhe e dance, dance muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dance! Que dançar é o melhor da vida! (...)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3507513213101323245?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3507513213101323245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3507513213101323245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3507513213101323245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3507513213101323245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/02/uma-semana-sem-aulas-de-ballet.html' title='uma semana sem aulas de ballet'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFdlzzcVZgw/TV7zmp5QXZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Owz7J8Xwg2E/s72-c/0000193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3415726818881595009</id><published>2011-02-14T19:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:31:01.781Z</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>when I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm darker than night,&lt;br /&gt;you come with a light&lt;br /&gt;and you don't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be ok,&lt;br /&gt;I must be normal,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here by your side,&lt;br /&gt;until you get calmer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I'm alone,&lt;br /&gt;my couch isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;you just left, but&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3415726818881595009?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3415726818881595009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3415726818881595009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3415726818881595009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3415726818881595009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5943874479264250781</id><published>2011-02-13T16:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:07:03.681Z</updated><title type='text'>menordoqueummaisdois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2rqxVq8ldA/TVgPWDycutI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_SaV10YhB-k/s1600/It%2Bfits%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573221410519431890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2rqxVq8ldA/TVgPWDycutI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_SaV10YhB-k/s400/It%2Bfits%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano é, aproximadamente, o intervalo de tempo que a Terra demora a dar uma volta completa em torno do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 4,152 anos em Mercúrio.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 1,625 anos em Vénus.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano é 1 ano na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 0,532 anos em Marte.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 0,084 anos em Júpiter.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 0,0339 anos em Saturno.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 0,01186 anos em Urano.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 0,006068 anos em Neptuno.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 0,004058 anos em Plutão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano é 1/1000 de milénio.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano é 1/100 de um século.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano é 1/10 de uma década.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 2 semestres.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 4 trimestres.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 12 meses.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 52 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 365,25 dias.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 8766 horas.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 525960 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;1 ano são 315576600 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano fez ontem que cristalizamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o primeiro de muitos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; 1+2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5943874479264250781?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5943874479264250781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5943874479264250781' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5943874479264250781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5943874479264250781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/02/menordoqueummaisdois.html' title='menordoqueummaisdois'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2rqxVq8ldA/TVgPWDycutI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_SaV10YhB-k/s72-c/It%2Bfits%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2885025024990891788</id><published>2011-02-11T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:18:10.003Z</updated><title type='text'>falta 1 dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UrIiLvg58SY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-2885025024990891788?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UrIiLvg58SY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6920977674843798048</id><published>2011-02-10T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:27:57.418Z</updated><title type='text'>faltam 2 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7dsOw_45JM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6920977674843798048?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d7dsOw_45JM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6243927137860255007</id><published>2011-02-09T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:09:00.400Z</updated><title type='text'>faltam 3 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7CrahuW5fsc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apesar de não ser a original, conta a intenção)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6243927137860255007?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7CrahuW5fsc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-172261962191136377</id><published>2011-02-05T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:18:59.972Z</updated><title type='text'>faltam 7 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8PTDv_szmL0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-172261962191136377?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8PTDv_szmL0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3518512699762564838</id><published>2011-02-04T22:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:48:56.533Z</updated><title type='text'>faltam 8 dias</title><content type='html'>Amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Àgua que as torneiras&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito mais alto que as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Vento que as tempestades&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que um livro&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito mais noites que o verão&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Longe do que o japão&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais, mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushibaby, amo-te mais, mais&lt;br /&gt;Sushibaby, amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;e mais&lt;br /&gt;e mais&lt;br /&gt;e mais&lt;br /&gt;e mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que um livro&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito mais noites que o verão&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Longe do que o japão&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais, mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushibaby - Oioai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3518512699762564838?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3518512699762564838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3518512699762564838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3518512699762564838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3518512699762564838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2011/02/faltam-8-dias.html' title='faltam 8 dias'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7048888433398208899</id><published>2011-01-26T19:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:42:22.053Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora (Terça, 25-01)</title><content type='html'>E agora? &lt;strong&gt;Diz-me!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe super cola 3 para corações?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuidado.&lt;/em&gt; Olha que basta uma brisa&lt;br /&gt;e o que resta vai na corrente.&lt;br /&gt;E agora? &lt;strong&gt;Diz-me!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos nós que ter a paciência&lt;br /&gt;quando esperamos mais do que devíamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;não falar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;conseguir controlar-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas &lt;strong&gt;cegas-me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ociosidade&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;preguiça&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;De que te serve viveres&lt;br /&gt;num &lt;em&gt;mundo à parte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(com ajuda de químicos&lt;br /&gt;ou não)&lt;br /&gt;se o teu corpo pervalece em Terra&lt;br /&gt;e os problemas não desaparecem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para &lt;strong&gt;aumentares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sofrimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos outros&lt;br /&gt;e em ti próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, faz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;favor.&lt;br /&gt;Arranja uma &lt;strong&gt;solução&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mais rápido possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É impossível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuar neste marasmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7048888433398208899?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7048888433398208899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1654963160672553911</id><published>2010-12-17T18:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:18:23.537Z</updated><title type='text'>último dia de aulas</title><content type='html'>É a última vez que tenho um último dia de aulas do 1º Período. Está um frio de rachar e vim a pé do liceu até casa, como normalmente. Com a ausência de iPod, a minha cabeça começa a tocar música por ela própria. Olhei para o céu, preto, iluminado por postes de luz laranja. Nas ruas carros sempre a passar, gente quase nenhuma. De repente, vi o mesmo cenário, todas as mesmas coisas com outros olhos. Tinha voltado ao 8º ano. As roupas completamente diferentes, o cabelo, a altura e o peso também. Lembro-me de passar pelas mesmas ruas, de ver os mesmos postes de iluminação, o mesmo céu negro, de ouvir Bush - Letting the cables sleep, de all star, kispo castanho com pelinhos no capuz, a panca das marcas e a mochila a bater no rabo de cada vez que dava um passo de tão largas que estavam as alças. &lt;em&gt;É tudo o mesmo&lt;/em&gt;. A mesma origem e o mesmo destino. O mesmo frio, o mesmo brilho das luzes de Natal apesar de este ano ser quase nenhum, a mesma negridão de céu. &lt;em&gt;É tudo diferente.&lt;/em&gt; Os caminhos não são os mesmos porque não vou pelo mesmo. A companhia não é a mesma porque os anos fizeram o favor de a levar. No interior, muita gente atravessou, outra entrou e ficou, outra entrou e saiu mais do que uma vez. Olho para mim naquela altura e olho para mim agora. Há muito que mudei e mudo a cada dia que passa. Apesar das implicações que isso teria, amava voltar atrás no tempo. Tenho saudades do que era e só porque tenho saudades das pessoas que me rodeavam naquela altura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1654963160672553911?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1654963160672553911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1654963160672553911' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1654963160672553911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1654963160672553911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/12/ultimo-dia-de-aulas.html' title='último dia de aulas'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-24970812690644836</id><published>2010-11-29T21:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:33:17.635Z</updated><title type='text'>"our love will be forever" &lt; 1+2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TPQcAMX0aGI/AAAAAAAAAs4/k1AFiIlKCgg/s1600/DSCF1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545087830846629986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TPQcAMX0aGI/AAAAAAAAAs4/k1AFiIlKCgg/s400/DSCF1099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-24970812690644836?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/24970812690644836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=24970812690644836' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/24970812690644836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/24970812690644836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-love-will-be-forever-12.html' title='&quot;our love will be forever&quot; &lt; 1+2'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TPQcAMX0aGI/AAAAAAAAAs4/k1AFiIlKCgg/s72-c/DSCF1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7020515986340392437</id><published>2010-11-22T14:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:35:16.319Z</updated><title type='text'>pum!</title><content type='html'>"(...) E dorme em paz/ Que tu não tens de dar o teu sorriso assim/ esgotando o teu juízo assim,/tu não tens de mudar./ Quem te quer mudar,/ não te quer conhecer,/ tu não tens que o fazer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso que gostem de mim apesar de não gostar que me detestem. Enfim, há pelo menos um grupo que se mantém firme e o resto não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu pensas que não/ mas tu és mesmo bom/ a ser sempre quem és"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7020515986340392437?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7020515986340392437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7020515986340392437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7020515986340392437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7020515986340392437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/11/pum.html' title='pum!'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2226860121298570135</id><published>2010-11-14T20:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:50:12.925Z</updated><title type='text'>-esta é dedicada -a quem? -não interessa, é dedicada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hayoR_wu5c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hayoR_wu5c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1+2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-2226860121298570135?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2226860121298570135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2226860121298570135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2226860121298570135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2226860121298570135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/11/esta-e-dedicada-quem-nao-interessa-e.html' title='-esta é dedicada -a quem? -não interessa, é dedicada'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7976212521151733158</id><published>2010-11-07T16:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:12:03.444Z</updated><title type='text'>tired of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Sempre desejei sentir como seria ter alguém a brincar comigo durante as imensas tardes em que imitava as vozes dos meus bonecos. Ouvia a cassete do "Papuça e Dentuça" vezes e vezes sem conta, saltando sempre a parte do urso, sozinha no quarto, e via a cassete d'"A bela adormecida" ou "Pocahontas" outras vezes sem conta que até sabia as falas e as músicas de cor, sozinha também. Raras eram as vezes que a minha mãe jogava um qualquer jogo comigo. O meu pai jogava mais mas desligava menos do trabalho. Sempre quis não ter a necessidade de inventar amigos imaginários com quem falava de tudo. Queria uma pessoa. Queria um irmão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       Era engraçado como todas as pessoas que sabiam que era filha única me dirigiam a palavra sempre com a mesma pergunta: e não querias ter um irmão? Ou: já pediste um irmão aos teus pais? E eu dizia sempre o mesmo: queria/já pedi mas... Sabia que não era assim tão fácil, que não era uma cegonha que os trazia de França e que não podia escolher estas coisas. Uma vez cheguei a escolher um nome de rapaz, tinha eu 7 anos. Ia ser rapaz desse por onde desse. Se ao menos tivesse desenvolvido, crescido, sobrevivido... Agora, com mais 10 anos em cima, fui eu quem escolheu o irmão que seria meu por 3 meses. Pus altíssimas espectativas. Não idealizei mas esperei uma ligação forte, uma ligação de irmãos! Pelas redes sociais, as conversas eram fantásticas... Grandes espectativas sobre o tempo fantástico que iria ser. Uma ligação foi-se esboçando... Mas de esboço não passou apesar de uma primeira semana fantástica e que se desenvolveu num dimunuendo... Agora, a 3 semanas de um adeus digo: espero que o próximo irmão, se houver próximo, seja melhor, seja irmão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7976212521151733158?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7976212521151733158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7976212521151733158' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7976212521151733158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7976212521151733158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired-of-tears.html' title='tired of tears'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8971745827333232990</id><published>2010-11-04T14:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:57:29.284Z</updated><title type='text'>will you do that for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donttouchmymoleskine.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/hug.jpg?w=426&amp;amp;h=290"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://donttouchmymoleskine.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/hug.jpg?w=426&amp;amp;h=290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      "Quem começou com a brincadeira, quem a inventou, foi o Simão. A Marta ainda morava em Benfica. A Elisa era pequena, o Simão abria os braços e dizia-lhe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     - Dá-me um abraço com a força com que gostas de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     A Elisa sorria com os olhos, começava a correr e ia pôr-se, com os braços abertos, muito longe do Simão. Ele fingia que chorava com o choro fingido de uma criança, fingia que esfregava os olhos. Depois de a Elisa acreditar que ele já tinha chorado o suficiente, corria para os seus braços e apertava-o com toda a força. Apertava-o até a garganta começar a fazer o barulho de muita força. Nesse momento, parava e o Simão dava-lhe beijos ruidosos nas faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Eu sabia que o Simão visitava a Maria. Eu não falava sobre isso, mas sabia. O Simão fez essa brincadeira também com a Ana. O Francisco começou a fazer essa brincadeira com o Hermes e, depois, com a Íris. Quando o Francisco entra em casa da Maria, procura a Íris, abre os braços e diz-lhe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     - Dá-me um abraço com a força com que gostas de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Cemitério de Pianos&lt;/em&gt;, de José Luís Peixoto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8971745827333232990?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8971745827333232990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8971745827333232990' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8971745827333232990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8971745827333232990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-you-do-that-for-me.html' title='will you do that for me?'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6010047578737875604</id><published>2010-10-31T17:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:52:27.609Z</updated><title type='text'>hallo halloween</title><content type='html'>Chove. O crepúsculo é negro, tão negro como as almas das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;A cama murmura o meu nome e as pálpebras pesam mesmo que ainda seja dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece sair.&lt;br /&gt;Os livros ficam melhor fechados e apesar dos esforços, os neurónios continuam a trabalhar lentos. O corpo arrasta-se.&lt;br /&gt;E agora? Please, "light up my darkness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6010047578737875604?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6010047578737875604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6010047578737875604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6010047578737875604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6010047578737875604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/10/hallo-halloween.html' title='hallo halloween'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5497968141287604075</id><published>2010-10-30T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:20:04.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tenhomaisdiscosqueamigos.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Kings-Of-Leon-Come-Around-Sundown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.tenhomaisdiscosqueamigos.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Kings-Of-Leon-Come-Around-Sundown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No I won't, never once, make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Just to kiss, how I'll miss your goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mary" me! &lt; 1+2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5497968141287604075?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5497968141287604075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5497968141287604075' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5497968141287604075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5497968141287604075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/10/12-days-later.html' title='12 days later...'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7461511661185016156</id><published>2010-10-30T00:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:10:18.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sem dúvida o que sinto neste preciso momento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeMdUJnOHbs/SPVrw_Bc5KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T0SJ5LIbwvU/s1600/cacos+de+vidro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeMdUJnOHbs/SPVrw_Bc5KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T0SJ5LIbwvU/s1600/cacos+de+vidro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desisti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;não pense que foi por não ter coragem de lutar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sim por não ter mais condições de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Story!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7461511661185016156?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7461511661185016156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7461511661185016156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7461511661185016156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7461511661185016156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/10/sem-duvida-o-que-sinto-neste-preciso.html' title='sem dúvida o que sinto neste preciso momento!'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GeMdUJnOHbs/SPVrw_Bc5KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T0SJ5LIbwvU/s72-c/cacos+de+vidro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5464664003688253772</id><published>2010-10-18T15:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T15:46:35.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5739</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TLxVIkPf3uI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PxI3CnGEi3c/s1600/foto+89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529388048160120546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TLxVIkPf3uI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PxI3CnGEi3c/s400/foto+89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de poder dizer-te exactamente o que sinto por ti. Como o sol brilha mais, o dia ganha mais cor e eu acordo com um sorriso na cara sempre que sei que nesse mesmo dia estarei contigo. Gostava que percebesses que para mim os contos de fadas só existiam nos livros, os "para sempre" já há muito os guardara na gaveta e estar apaixonada era um estado que só via nos filmes. Mas… Desde Fevereiro que o coração desarrumou definitivamente todos esses pensamentos e não há volta a dar. Não sei porque te amo mas sei que te amo. Verdadeiramente, loucamente e profundamente. Chega?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="80" height="85"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7dsOw_45JM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7dsOw_45JM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="100" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5464664003688253772?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5464664003688253772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5464664003688253772' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5464664003688253772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5464664003688253772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/10/5739.html' title='5739'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TLxVIkPf3uI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PxI3CnGEi3c/s72-c/foto+89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6299940287163182294</id><published>2010-10-04T21:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:29:55.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>honey,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TKo5GzY7A7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/UtdP4a78E2M/s1600/62274_1433598646706_1435119721_31122287_4738395_n+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524290681960072114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TKo5GzY7A7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/UtdP4a78E2M/s400/62274_1433598646706_1435119721_31122287_4738395_n+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia como os outros, numa casa como as outras, a ver um filme como os outros mas não com uma pessoa como as outras. Qualquer coisa que farei contigo será sempre assim. Pode ser um jantar como os outros, uma noite como as outras mas tu farás sempre com que tudo seja único. Nunca serás um namorado como os outros porque o nosso amor não é como os outros. Obrigada por seres meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6299940287163182294?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6299940287163182294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6299940287163182294' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6299940287163182294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6299940287163182294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/10/honey.html' title='honey,'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TKo5GzY7A7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/UtdP4a78E2M/s72-c/62274_1433598646706_1435119721_31122287_4738395_n+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4787107785272194143</id><published>2010-09-29T21:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:36.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>M. A.- rido &lt; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TKOkjLhjqdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xV-Y9psztMo/s1600/31082008366-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522438492382276050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TKOkjLhjqdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xV-Y9psztMo/s320/31082008366-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há 3 anos prometeste-me sinceridade. Poucos meses depois chamaste-me de melhor amiga. Desde então que o somos. &lt;div&gt;Nunca vás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adoro-te muito melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4787107785272194143?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4787107785272194143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4787107785272194143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4787107785272194143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4787107785272194143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/09/m-rido-3.html' title='M. A.- rido &lt; 3'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TKOkjLhjqdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xV-Y9psztMo/s72-c/31082008366-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3226608494639462173</id><published>2010-09-16T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:34:25.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, we are **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TJJ_Qac15NI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sKm-e4LXMMQ/s1600/DSC08126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517612413437207762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TJJ_Qac15NI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sKm-e4LXMMQ/s320/DSC08126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;I want to live, I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't believe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3226608494639462173?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3226608494639462173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3226608494639462173' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3226608494639462173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3226608494639462173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-we-are.html' title='yes, we are **'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TJJ_Qac15NI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sKm-e4LXMMQ/s72-c/DSC08126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1353226048867199544</id><published>2010-09-08T18:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:00:53.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.viajantedotempo.com.br/poemas_com_molduras/fundo_nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.viajantedotempo.com.br/poemas_com_molduras/fundo_nostalgia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu amo tudo o que foi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que já não é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dor que já não me dói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A antige e errónea fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ontem que a dor deixou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que deixou alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só porque foi, e voou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje é já outro dia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1353226048867199544?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1353226048867199544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1353226048867199544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1353226048867199544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1353226048867199544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/09/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5513711625837131261</id><published>2010-08-31T21:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:38:06.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>para mim o Verão acaba hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH1oBR1k6zI/AAAAAAAAArg/ryn4cZgkd0s/s1600/DSCF0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 482px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511675890148633394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH1oBR1k6zI/AAAAAAAAArg/ryn4cZgkd0s/s400/DSCF0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5513711625837131261?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5513711625837131261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5513711625837131261' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5513711625837131261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5513711625837131261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/08/para-mim-o-verao-acaba-hoje.html' title='para mim o Verão acaba hoje'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH1oBR1k6zI/AAAAAAAAArg/ryn4cZgkd0s/s72-c/DSCF0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7539413845340617447</id><published>2010-08-28T16:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:19:09.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca é demais? pois, mas porque nunca chega...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/THko2-L4YZI/AAAAAAAAArY/S33k13vOugE/s1600/SDC12010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510480543935390098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/THko2-L4YZI/AAAAAAAAArY/S33k13vOugE/s320/SDC12010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Só nós dois é que sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto nos queremos bem&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é que sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois e mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois avaliamos&lt;br /&gt;Este amor forte e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor acontece&lt;br /&gt;Não pede licença ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, abraça-me... beija-me&lt;br /&gt;Encosta o teu peito ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Esquece que vais na rua&lt;br /&gt;Vem ser minha e eu serei teu&lt;br /&gt;Que falem não nos interessa&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não nos importa&lt;br /&gt;O nosso mundo começa&lt;br /&gt;Cá dentro da nossa porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é compreendemos&lt;br /&gt;O calor dos nossos beijos&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é que sofremos&lt;br /&gt;A tortura dos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver o presente&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual a vida nos dá&lt;br /&gt;O que reserva o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Só deus sabe o que será"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim Pimentel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7539413845340617447?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7539413845340617447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7539413845340617447' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7539413845340617447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7539413845340617447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/08/nunca-e-demais-pois-mas-porque-nunca.html' title='nunca é demais? pois, mas porque nunca chega...'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/THko2-L4YZI/AAAAAAAAArY/S33k13vOugE/s72-c/SDC12010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7759504382862958047</id><published>2010-08-21T18:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:14:54.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>minha C*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/THAW5KTk5HI/AAAAAAAAArI/A4nIzNeMfbM/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927515548935282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/THAW5KTk5HI/AAAAAAAAArI/A4nIzNeMfbM/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há amizades perfeitas. Há as boas e as más amizades. As más são aquelas que nos iludem, nos fazem pensar que temos um apoio e uma companhia e quando precisam de nós, lá vamos mas quando precisamos nós, eles já lá não estão. E depois há as boas amizades que não precisam de uma palavra ou outra todos os dias para que se tenha a certeza de que essa pessoa lá está. Às vezes as melhores amizades são as que têm altos e baixos. Não quero dizer que seja mau estar em baixo, apenas significa que as pessoas falam menos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde os jogos de draga minas até agora que vieste de propósito ao Porto para estar comigo e com o Cláudio, foram só 2 anos, é certo, mas parece mais. Nunca duvides que és importante para mim. Tenho tantas saudades tuas! Sabes que podes sempre contar comigo, certo? &lt;strong&gt;Adoro-te mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;, e parabéns Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7759504382862958047?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7759504382862958047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7759504382862958047' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7759504382862958047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7759504382862958047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/08/c.html' title='minha C*'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/THAW5KTk5HI/AAAAAAAAArI/A4nIzNeMfbM/s72-c/IMG_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7467536415595019419</id><published>2010-08-19T13:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:51:43.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm here without you babe (...)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TG0nV6ffp3I/AAAAAAAAArA/EOyYg3AbdGg/s1600/SDC11246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507101176776075122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TG0nV6ffp3I/AAAAAAAAArA/EOyYg3AbdGg/s320/SDC11246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fazes-me tão feliz! Tenho mesmo muitas saudades tuas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7467536415595019419?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7467536415595019419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7467536415595019419' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7467536415595019419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7467536415595019419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-here-without-you-babe.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m here without you babe (...)&quot;'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TG0nV6ffp3I/AAAAAAAAArA/EOyYg3AbdGg/s72-c/SDC11246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4344555706151006722</id><published>2010-08-16T22:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:45:19.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>will you help me out? (...) I guess not... Well, see ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K042K5zWn8/SwFSasVE2cI/AAAAAAAAABE/v0mZCDmRh5U/s1600/m%C3%A3os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K042K5zWn8/SwFSasVE2cI/AAAAAAAAABE/v0mZCDmRh5U/s1600/m%C3%A3os.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São simples conversas, meros dias, momentos imensos que uma pessoa gosta e toma por garantido. Coloca espectativas mas tanta gente diz-se ser o que não é. Pode ser uma ilusão mas dá saudades caramba! Talvez as pessoas queiram mesmo ter amigos de merda. A mim, não me apetece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we ever need is love.&lt;/em&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/4892009403511090918-4344555706151006722?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4344555706151006722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4344555706151006722' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4344555706151006722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4344555706151006722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-you-help-me-out-i-guess-not-well.html' title='will you help me out? (...) I guess not... Well, see ya.'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4K042K5zWn8/SwFSasVE2cI/AAAAAAAAABE/v0mZCDmRh5U/s72-c/m%C3%A3os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3358722594115891583</id><published>2010-08-10T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:50:02.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um obrigada adiantado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TGHU56UNn4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/44q24Abgeu8/s1600/DSCF9589+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503914310995124098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TGHU56UNn4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/44q24Abgeu8/s320/DSCF9589+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't know how much I love you, how much I need you to be happy or how much I would do for you if I have to. I count on you so much that I feel like you're the only one I can trust. Two weeks may have separated us but even though you were by my side the whole time. I don't know what I like in you but I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you. Don't regret at all to start so fast because I've never loved like this before. Don't ever leave me and thank you for these (almost) 6 months. You make me happy just by looking. I love you more. &lt; 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3358722594115891583?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3358722594115891583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3358722594115891583' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3358722594115891583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3358722594115891583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-obrigada-adiantado.html' title='um obrigada adiantado'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TGHU56UNn4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/44q24Abgeu8/s72-c/DSCF9589+-+C%C3%B3pia+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6808394699685429990</id><published>2010-07-25T23:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:21:11.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 anos depois, há coisas que continuam iguais. A primeira vez que alguém me fez sofrer e muito por uma amizade foi há 3 anos neste exacto dia. Foi a pessoa que mais me fez sofrer até hoje mas também a pessoa que mais me fez crescer e me abriu os olhos. É certo que sou muito ideal, acredito sempre no melhor das pessoas e por isso, quase todos os dias há alguém que me repete, não lhes dês mais valor, minimiza, relativiza a situação. E isto faz com que quase todos os dias me abram um bocadinho mais os olhos mas aquela vez há 3 anos foi o início.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuo com a mesma dor, lembro-me de tudo como se fosse hoje. Escrever até deve ser dar muita importância ou talvez uma prova que por breves momentos já me apeteceu resolver tudo porque sem dúvida que nunca me esqueci de tudo o que aconteceu. Cada mensagem, cada pessoa, cada merdinha ficaram marcados. Apagar é ainda mais dificil do que um pedido de desculpas pessoal seguido de uma conversa que por si só já implica coragem mas, acima de tudo, implica pôr o orgulho de lado! O quanto eu ouvi esta expressão naqueles dias.... Durou quase dois meses, uma pseudo-perseguição. Eram mensagens, eram pessoas a vir falar comigo, eram comentários contra mim numa foto de hi5, até ameaças, até me queriam bater por mais de uma vez. Perdi amigos. Mas ganhei outros que nunca me deixarão. Foi um filtro interessante. E foram 3 as pessoas que sem elas, não teria consegido voltar ao meu normal: Gato, Jorge e Leona. A eles devo imenso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não espero pedido desculpas sem ser anónimo, pessoalmente. Se gostava? Toda a gente gostava que assim fosse. Não sou burrinha mas há coisas que tem maneiras mais correctas e eficazes de serem resolvidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah e se agradeço o crescimento, a mudança toda de maneira de pensar até aos amigos? Admito, obrigada, mas acho que não era preciso tanto para ter o mesmo efeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decidi escrever não só porque me lembro muitas vezes disto mas também porque vejo as pessoas e o passado perto. Foi o meu desabafo e assim termino pois só voltarei a falar no assunto quando, quiçá, num futuro longinquo, haja alguma alteração numa destas histórias da bagagem da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6808394699685429990?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6808394699685429990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6808394699685429990' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6808394699685429990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6808394699685429990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-anos.html' title='3 anos'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4170112289125223599</id><published>2010-07-16T21:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:15:18.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>perdoar é algo tão relativo</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We take what we're given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because you've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you're forgiven&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dói deixar o tempo passar, não dói? pois também eu tenho saudades de muita coisa mas não sei se quero ter tudo isso de volta. há coisas que passam porque não há maneira de ficar. a maioria é assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4170112289125223599?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4170112289125223599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4170112289125223599' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4170112289125223599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4170112289125223599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/07/perdoar-e-algo-tao-relativo.html' title='perdoar é algo tão relativo'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-9072233274044117506</id><published>2010-07-15T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:43:51.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>esta música é cada vez mais linda**</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UrIiLvg58SY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UrIiLvg58SY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-9072233274044117506?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/9072233274044117506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=9072233274044117506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/9072233274044117506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/9072233274044117506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/07/esta-musica-e-cada-vez-mais-linda.html' title='esta música é cada vez mais linda**'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-680544824843266612</id><published>2010-07-13T08:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:57:22.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEBASTIANAS</title><content type='html'>Cheguei. Comi. Estendi a roupa como a mãe pediu. Agora vou dormir. Amo-te amor da minha life, obrigada grupo *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-680544824843266612?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/680544824843266612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=680544824843266612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/680544824843266612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/680544824843266612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/07/sebastianas.html' title='SEBASTIANAS'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2834414404216528160</id><published>2010-07-08T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:31:58.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"quem é que shrekou esta cena?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://musicmaven.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/shrek-family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://musicmaven.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/shrek-family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"E viveram felizes para sempre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De repente sinto um paralelismo entre o filme e a vida real.&lt;br /&gt;Final chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-2834414404216528160?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2834414404216528160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2834414404216528160' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2834414404216528160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2834414404216528160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/07/quem-e-que-shrekou-esta-cena.html' title='&quot;quem é que shrekou esta cena?&quot;'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6283492407124330833</id><published>2010-06-30T23:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:09:55.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday my love*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TC98mZbnU7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/SaseEgUAI9o/s1600/DSCF9551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489743469891507122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TC98mZbnU7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/SaseEgUAI9o/s400/DSCF9551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you, all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt; 1+2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6283492407124330833?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6283492407124330833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6283492407124330833' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6283492407124330833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6283492407124330833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='happy birthday my love*'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TC98mZbnU7I/AAAAAAAAAqM/SaseEgUAI9o/s72-c/DSCF9551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5546500151446954350</id><published>2010-06-23T11:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:31:11.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quase quase férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TCHwTitITbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yeho4rYmHMM/s1600/DSCF2392-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485930039638248882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TCHwTitITbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yeho4rYmHMM/s320/DSCF2392-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junho:&lt;/em&gt; 13 - Espectáculo no Campo Alegre; 17 - Exame de BG; 22 - Exame de FQ; 23 - Exame grau 8 pela Royal Academy of Dance (London). &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ainda me disseram que devia desistir do ballet porque não ia aguentar a pressão do 11º...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá-me um gozo enorme acabar o ano, ter subido à maioria das disciplinas num ano de exames nacionais e no qual fiz dois graus de ballet no mesmo ano. Pois consegui. Agora falta um teatro e um espectáculo e aí sim estarei de férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca estudar e dançar me deram tanto tanto gozo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5546500151446954350?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5546500151446954350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5546500151446954350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5546500151446954350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5546500151446954350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/quase-quase-ferias.html' title='quase quase férias'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TCHwTitITbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yeho4rYmHMM/s72-c/DSCF2392-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4568731901095716575</id><published>2010-06-17T22:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:25:45.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>exames, um problema que toca a todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bioqualynet.com.br/imagens/comercial/testes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.bioqualynet.com.br/imagens/comercial/testes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para além das provas que temos que dar ao longo do ano, com testes intermédios e sem férias para estudar para eles, com um horário de carga estupida como 3 dias manhã e tarde e 2 tardes, ainda temos que provar que dominamos matéria de 2 anos, o equivalente a 4 livros. Claro, na faculdade é pior, blá blá blá, apesar de menor carga horária, mais para estudar. Pois bem, eu só me posso queixar do que se passa comigo e quando lá chegar, farei os meus comentários. O que é certo, e isto não há possível refutação, isto é f*****.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um feito, um por fazer. A cabeça dói, o corpo pede descanso e é tão fácil deixarmos de estudar... Tenho mais medo do que está para vir mas tenho que ir na desportiva até porque posso sempre repetir. Quero férias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4568731901095716575?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4568731901095716575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4568731901095716575' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4568731901095716575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4568731901095716575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/exames-um-problema-que-toca-todos.html' title='exames, um problema que toca a todos'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3758385639082350246</id><published>2010-06-14T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:36:11.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBYvZyPR0iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pM_8emHfSBo/s1600/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482621716399247906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBYvZyPR0iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pM_8emHfSBo/s320/ballet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois dos dias mais intensos de treino, é simplesmente incrível o que o corpo humano consegue aguentar. A valsa em pontas mais difícil que tinha de fazer era depois de uma valsa em conjunto, sendo a outra um dueto. Nos bastidores todas nos queixavamos de dores nos pés. Já tinha feito um dueto em pontas e ainda ia fazer depois uma dança húngara extremamente cansativa. Dias intensos, semanas a treinar o mesmo e ainda assim tudo saiu como previsto, até acho que foi das vezes que correu melhor. E pensar que tinha no público família quase toda, ex-professoras e, claro, o namorado. Fazer um bom trabalho é importante e sabe muito bem, mas a recompensa sabe ainda melhor. E acabamos assim o dia, a pensar que somos capazes de fazer tudo o que queremos só porque queremos e temos os meios de lá chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um agradecimento bem especial ao "gajo mais feliz à face da Terra".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3758385639082350246?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3758385639082350246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3758385639082350246' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3758385639082350246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3758385639082350246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/ballet.html' title='ballet'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBYvZyPR0iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pM_8emHfSBo/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3616655036551457889</id><published>2010-06-10T20:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:31:46.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>semana do "dormir-dançar-comer-estudar" - parte 2 (dia 10)</title><content type='html'>Apesar de ter o ballet a ocupar muito do meu tempo, o estudo vai andando devagarinho. Demos graças aos testes intermédios pois sem eles não podia estar assim calma. Mas, no meio da Geologia de 10º, aparece o estudo da formação do Sistema Solar e a hipótese nebular: os planetas, os asteróides, os meteoritos, sistema Terra-Lua. E aparece uma imagem que me fez lembrar tempos de infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Quero seguir astronomia.&lt;br /&gt;- Porquê? Isso é tão secante..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto sempre a mesma história. Quando era miúda, tinha um atlas em casa. Um livro grande de capa dura e escura que no início tinha fotografias e explicações sobre o Big Bang, o Sistema Solar, a Terra. As fotografias do Big Bang não me diziam nada, ao contrário do que a teoria agora me faz mas o Sistema Solar... Ficava "tempos infinitos" a olhar para aquela fotografia numa altura em que Plutão ainda era planeta principal (raiva à 26ª Assembleia-Geral da IAU). O fundo negro, as cores dos planetas e do Sol e o desconhecimento completo do que seria aquilo que estava naquela fotografia aguçaram a minha curiosidade. Sempre adorei mistério. E é a esse sonho que me prendo.&lt;br /&gt;Digo sonho porque, se pensar bem, não sei se quero. Não me dei a 100% com Física este ano mas o maior problema é o depois do curso. Paris (ESA)? EUA (NASA)? Portugal não tem futuro com certeza. A solução para estas dúvidas é esquecê-las. Nunca ninguém se prende a um só sitío. Mudamos de escola, mudamos de casa, mudamos de trabalho, mudamos de cidade ou de país. Se algo nos puxa, porque não ir atrás? Quando lá chegar, tomarei uma decisão e que, sem dúvida, será intensamente pensada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481229760983376994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBE9bUO2pGI/AAAAAAAAAps/SOznx3v_ORs/s320/DSCF9662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eis uma fotografia do tal atlas com a tal imagem do SS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3616655036551457889?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3616655036551457889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3616655036551457889' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3616655036551457889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3616655036551457889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/semana-do-dormir-dancar-comer-estudar_10.html' title='semana do &quot;dormir-dançar-comer-estudar&quot; - parte 2 (dia 10)'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBE9bUO2pGI/AAAAAAAAAps/SOznx3v_ORs/s72-c/DSCF9662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1974290756757167479</id><published>2010-06-10T15:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:47:31.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>semana do "dormir-dançar-comer-estudar" - parte 1 (dia 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBD65FIWHpI/AAAAAAAAApk/55xQJl0KpmU/s1600/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481156605046562450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBD65FIWHpI/AAAAAAAAApk/55xQJl0KpmU/s200/DSC00292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem dúvida que está a ser uma semana complicada... O 11º1A chegou ao fim e apesar de todas as contrariedades que nos separaram e juntaram durante o ano, há pessoas das quais não queria nada separar-me delas. Pessoas que me aturam todos os dias há já 11 anos seguidos (é dose), pessoas que este ano se tornaram dos melhores amigos que alguém pode ter, pessoas que mesmo não falando todos os dias, lá estão com um sorriso para nós. É espantoso como uma mera turma da qual muitas vezes me desiludiu, fique parcialmente marcada pela positiva. Enfim, mais vale poucos e bons! O teatro, o liceu, não nos vamos separar assim tanto mas não vai ser a mesma coisa... Ema, Paulo, Catarina, Guilherme, Letícia, Adriana, Laura, Pedro e até o Fred. São fases pelas quais temos que passar e para o ano é que vai ser a derradeira despedida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-1974290756757167479?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1974290756757167479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1974290756757167479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1974290756757167479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1974290756757167479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/semana-do-dormir-dancar-comer-estudar.html' title='semana do &quot;dormir-dançar-comer-estudar&quot; - parte 1 (dia 8)'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TBD65FIWHpI/AAAAAAAAApk/55xQJl0KpmU/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4894947104226934541</id><published>2010-06-06T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:57:25.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>criança? sim, obrigada, sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SmxVCM39j4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SmxVCM39j4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4894947104226934541?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4894947104226934541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4894947104226934541' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4894947104226934541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4894947104226934541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/crianca-sim-obrigada-sempre.html' title='criança? sim, obrigada, sempre!'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4385365868801599938</id><published>2010-06-03T19:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:11:35.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TAu6aDsnBHI/AAAAAAAAApc/xAyURk_V0tk/s1600/DSCF9559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479678328458118258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TAu6aDsnBHI/AAAAAAAAApc/xAyURk_V0tk/s320/DSCF9559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parafraseando Raúl Solnado: "Tenho dois discursos: o discurso pequeno e o discurso grande. O discurso pequeno é: Obrigado. O discurso grande é: Muito Obrigado."&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais preciso dizer porque realmente fizeram-me sentir a pessoa mais feliz do mundo * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4385365868801599938?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4385365868801599938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4385365868801599938' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4385365868801599938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4385365868801599938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/06/dia-1-2.html' title='Dia 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TAu6aDsnBHI/AAAAAAAAApc/xAyURk_V0tk/s72-c/DSCF9559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3460045576316995721</id><published>2010-05-28T21:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:40:27.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i (do) feel like dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TAAqHymBwII/AAAAAAAAApU/tRkdSV5BxvA/s1600/Pontas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476423460211245186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TAAqHymBwII/AAAAAAAAApU/tRkdSV5BxvA/s320/Pontas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dançar faz-me cada vez melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13 de Junho, Teatro do Campo Alegre; 27 de Junho, Auditório da Biblioteca Municipal Pfr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-3460045576316995721?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3460045576316995721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3460045576316995721' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3460045576316995721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3460045576316995721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-do-feel-like-dancing.html' title='i (do) feel like dancing'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TAAqHymBwII/AAAAAAAAApU/tRkdSV5BxvA/s72-c/Pontas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-1575205670681217290</id><published>2010-05-23T20:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:44:36.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gdfcvbnl.kjkf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S_mFHYLxkCI/AAAAAAAAApM/qwF8HamraYE/s1600/SDC11195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474553183842963490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S_mFHYLxkCI/AAAAAAAAApM/qwF8HamraYE/s400/SDC11195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia 5 promete...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia 1 também...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia 29 também e por vários motivos até...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que todos os dias são agora testes às nossas capacidades físicas e emocionais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything changes in a blink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when comes the end of the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;specially the end of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"They it changes when the sun goes down around here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because for "me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the things we do",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"everything is in order in a black hole".&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/4892009403511090918-1575205670681217290?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/1575205670681217290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=1575205670681217290' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1575205670681217290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/1575205670681217290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/05/gdfcvbnlkjkf.html' title='gdfcvbnl.kjkf'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S_mFHYLxkCI/AAAAAAAAApM/qwF8HamraYE/s72-c/SDC11195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2745076297211910312</id><published>2010-05-14T08:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:06:31.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e companhia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S-0EXcrUzcI/AAAAAAAAApE/PCvRedAmdKA/s1600/DSCF8993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471033923206434242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S-0EXcrUzcI/AAAAAAAAApE/PCvRedAmdKA/s320/DSCF8993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"&lt;em&gt;Sabes como é, de período andamos sempre mas uns dias nota-se e outros dias supera-se.&lt;/em&gt;" -digo eu. E escrevo na fita da minha prima:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain."&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/4892009403511090918-2745076297211910312?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2745076297211910312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2745076297211910312' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2745076297211910312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2745076297211910312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-companhia.html' title='e companhia?'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S-0EXcrUzcI/AAAAAAAAApE/PCvRedAmdKA/s72-c/DSCF8993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8089542071158766604</id><published>2010-05-06T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:35:21.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>queima</title><content type='html'>Uma noite, nada de mais. mas de um turbilhão de sensações. Gostava de voltar atrás ou de viver mais outra, mas essencialmente de voltar atrás. O facto de se ter muito que estudar come a cabeça melhor que uma enxqueca. Mas nada como uma noite melhor que Sebastianas. Foi o concerto (Franz Ferdinand pela 3ª vez :') ahah), foram as pessoas que lá estavam e que encontrei e as que gostava e ter encontrado. Dá saudades de outros tempos, daquela gente de Braga e de aulas de ballet do ano passado. Quem diria que algo mudasse tanto em tão pouco tempo bem como ficasse exactamente igual.&lt;br /&gt;Quero é fazer um reset, para ver se me acalmo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8089542071158766604?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8089542071158766604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8089542071158766604' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8089542071158766604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8089542071158766604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/05/queima.html' title='queima'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4744597268996121186</id><published>2010-05-01T21:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:48:43.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one down, just one more to go! (and then the finals but that's another story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGrx6etMl0w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGrx6etMl0w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sim, é para o Paulo que ele é um chato e não tem gostos nenhuns decentes de tal maneira que é parecido comigo a ponto de lhe dedicar esta song porque ele acaba por ser bom rapaz e atura-me apesar de tudo ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4744597268996121186?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4744597268996121186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4744597268996121186' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4744597268996121186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4744597268996121186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/05/um.html' title='one down, just one more to go! (and then the finals but that&apos;s another story)'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-858363349611086533</id><published>2010-04-22T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:14:17.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"phones nos ouvidos e não preciso de comprimidos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6yOQv8TnvQA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6yOQv8TnvQA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-858363349611086533?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/858363349611086533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=858363349611086533' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/858363349611086533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/858363349611086533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/04/phones-nos-ouvidos-e-nao-preciso-de.html' title='&quot;phones nos ouvidos e não preciso de comprimidos&quot;'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7635976677117150451</id><published>2010-04-19T17:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:49:29.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S8yGat7oUYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/mATksbBENLM/s1600/Jo%C3%A3o,+Jorge,+Gato+-+Albufeira+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 58px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461888241657991554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S8yGat7oUYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/mATksbBENLM/s400/Jo%C3%A3o,+Jorge,+Gato+-+Albufeira+08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quanto mais muda, mais fica igual. Não quero um para sempre que não exista, quero um agora que contenha duas amizades muito especificas, sem tirar valor ao namorado e a mais umas tantas que nem sempre sei quantas são. Por agora, contento-me com uma esperança pela qual vou lutar que se concretize e pelas pequenas alegrias do dia-a-dia. Sinceramente, e sobre isto sempre fui, eu só quero ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-7635976677117150451?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/7635976677117150451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=7635976677117150451' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7635976677117150451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7635976677117150451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-am.html' title='1 a.m.'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S8yGat7oUYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/mATksbBENLM/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o,+Jorge,+Gato+-+Albufeira+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4535362311423859123</id><published>2010-04-17T17:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:06:34.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"eccessiva fiducia in se stessi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Enquanto não cais, eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que enquanto não for, não vens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz medo não ser igual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faz medo mudar de mão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faz medo dizer que não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas podes tentar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bo18tCIefC8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bo18tCIefC8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4535362311423859123?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4535362311423859123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4535362311423859123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4535362311423859123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4535362311423859123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/04/eccessiva-fiducia-in-se-stessi.html' title='&quot;eccessiva fiducia in se stessi&quot;'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-834009926986843123</id><published>2010-04-10T12:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:13:21.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>forever young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S8Bc-ShuCeI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GC3fjwAfW1E/s1600/DSCF2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458464973567953378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S8Bc-ShuCeI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GC3fjwAfW1E/s400/DSCF2801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hoping for the best but expecting the worst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;are you going to drop the bomb or not?"&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/4892009403511090918-834009926986843123?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/834009926986843123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=834009926986843123' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/834009926986843123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/834009926986843123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-young.html' title='forever young'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S8Bc-ShuCeI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GC3fjwAfW1E/s72-c/DSCF2801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2597228702479488894</id><published>2010-03-30T15:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:31:55.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt; 1+2</title><content type='html'>"- A culpa não é da chuva, se ficares com dores de ouvidos...&lt;br /&gt; - A culpa é da vontade que tenho em te abraçar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzbvN9E980k&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzbvN9E980k&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-2597228702479488894?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2597228702479488894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2597228702479488894' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2597228702479488894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2597228702479488894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/03/12.html' title='&lt; 1+2'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-136511882252891424</id><published>2010-03-29T23:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:18:58.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>big fat love &lt; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S7EnScfTZjI/AAAAAAAAAok/GpbdCSKfueY/s1600/DSC01483+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 46px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454183821560997426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S7EnScfTZjI/AAAAAAAAAok/GpbdCSKfueY/s400/DSC01483+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenta-se descrever por palavras, mas as palavras não chegam.&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que se ama, mas amar é pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Não existem palavras porque a definição de perfeição não consegue albergar tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Cada noite, cada chamada, cada olhar e cada beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas... &lt;1+2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-136511882252891424?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/136511882252891424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=136511882252891424' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/136511882252891424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/136511882252891424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-fat-love-3.html' title='big fat love &lt; 3'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S7EnScfTZjI/AAAAAAAAAok/GpbdCSKfueY/s72-c/DSC01483+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5203563950225469732</id><published>2010-03-27T19:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:30:34.615Z</updated><title type='text'>não te sentes assimptota?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S65cTcQ2_EI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RKtBJilkPz4/s1600/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453397687866424386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S65cTcQ2_EI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RKtBJilkPz4/s400/DSC01490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5203563950225469732?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5203563950225469732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5203563950225469732' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5203563950225469732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5203563950225469732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-te-sentes-assimptota.html' title='não te sentes assimptota?'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S65cTcQ2_EI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RKtBJilkPz4/s72-c/DSC01490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4832308668472866752</id><published>2010-03-22T19:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:55:40.419Z</updated><title type='text'>we are in wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.darkinthedark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/burton-alice-wonderland-johnny-depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 600px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 757px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.darkinthedark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/burton-alice-wonderland-johnny-depp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"- Sabes porque é que um corvo se parece com uma secretária?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Não faço a mínima ideia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4832308668472866752?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4832308668472866752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4832308668472866752' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4832308668472866752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4832308668472866752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-in-wonderland.html' title='we are in wonderland'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-8773361459872319902</id><published>2010-03-12T23:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:36:32.059Z</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S5_rhefqyKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LiN4FUT5yR4/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449333034495690914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S5_rhefqyKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LiN4FUT5yR4/s400/DSC01511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nada mais tenho a dizer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-8773361459872319902?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/8773361459872319902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=8773361459872319902' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8773361459872319902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/8773361459872319902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S5_rhefqyKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LiN4FUT5yR4/s72-c/DSC01511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6701576410742967096</id><published>2010-02-28T16:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:53:42.925Z</updated><title type='text'>1º vício mais recente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S4qdsJcT3RI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NX6qveXpQM4/s1600-h/DSCF8412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443336481405132050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S4qdsJcT3RI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NX6qveXpQM4/s320/DSCF8412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you take me the way I am"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6701576410742967096?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6701576410742967096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6701576410742967096' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6701576410742967096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6701576410742967096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-vicio-mais-recente.html' title='1º vício mais recente'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S4qdsJcT3RI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NX6qveXpQM4/s72-c/DSCF8412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4371629887352698741</id><published>2010-02-24T22:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:03:20.841Z</updated><title type='text'>2º vício mais recente</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pib8eYDSFEI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pib8eYDSFEI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4371629887352698741?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4371629887352698741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4371629887352698741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4371629887352698741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4371629887352698741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-vicio-mais-recente.html' title='2º vício mais recente'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-2639409384742955525</id><published>2010-02-21T19:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:26:32.562Z</updated><title type='text'>pôr uma pedra no assunto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S4GW5zJwR9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/8OcNzFZZ9VU/s1600-h/papel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440795744568100818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S4GW5zJwR9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/8OcNzFZZ9VU/s400/papel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A vida é extremamente cíclica. Sem notar, iniciamos uma vida académica, uma vida social e uma vida amorosa. Quando um ano lectivo acaba, logo vem outro atrás. Quando saímos de algum trabalho, depois outro nos emprega. Quando uma amizade acaba, já outra nos apoia e ajuda a recuperar. Quando um amor acaba, entretanto vem outro para nos deixar nas nuvens. Quando fechamos um capítulo, estamos a iniciar um novo. E a vida resume-se a estes altos e baixos. Por vezes uma estabilidadezinha que até nos faz sentir como se não existíssemos porque não pensamos ou duvidamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;São capítulos que nos acompanham ao longo de toda a vida. É impossível esquecer completamente algo que um dia já foi a nossa razão de sorrir e de viver. Seja o que for, uma marca, uma página resiste para contar a história, para se aprender. E não se deve parar de viver e parar de sentir só porque o tempo demora tempo. A vida é demasiado curta para pausas e esperas tão grandes. E agora ponho uma pedra neste assunto.&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/4892009403511090918-2639409384742955525?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/2639409384742955525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=2639409384742955525' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2639409384742955525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/2639409384742955525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-uma-pedra-no-assunto.html' title='pôr uma pedra no assunto'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S4GW5zJwR9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/8OcNzFZZ9VU/s72-c/papel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3707026590018956190</id><published>2010-02-20T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:59:49.373Z</updated><title type='text'>colei menordoque3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=3707026590018956190' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3707026590018956190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/3707026590018956190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/colei-menordoque3.html' title='colei menordoque3'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-6309447714220364874</id><published>2010-02-15T20:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:21:02.434Z</updated><title type='text'>ídolo ou ídola?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BG67qSx-Jw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BG67qSx-Jw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-6309447714220364874?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/6309447714220364874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=6309447714220364874' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6309447714220364874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/6309447714220364874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/idolo-ou-idola.html' title='ídolo ou ídola?'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4768352433944523751</id><published>2010-02-14T17:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:30:05.563Z</updated><title type='text'>it's the carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3gtf_evpDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/oSwYiED_QB4/s1600-h/P1040493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438146577689453618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3gtf_evpDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/oSwYiED_QB4/s400/P1040493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gente importante, hem? (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4768352433944523751?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4768352433944523751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4768352433944523751' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4768352433944523751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4768352433944523751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-carnival.html' title='it&apos;s the carnival'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3gtf_evpDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/oSwYiED_QB4/s72-c/P1040493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-3892609783087989298</id><published>2010-02-13T11:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:30:20.385Z</updated><title type='text'>é tão bom ter amigos assim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3aNREp0fsI/AAAAAAAAAns/I9QaDT6yH9o/s1600-h/DSCF7381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437688924542893762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3aNREp0fsI/AAAAAAAAAns/I9QaDT6yH9o/s400/DSCF7381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3aMf0NALaI/AAAAAAAAAnk/6ytNBngybzw/s1600-h/DSCF7397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como eu vos amo Máscaras!&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/4892009403511090918-3892609783087989298?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/3892609783087989298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S3aNREp0fsI/AAAAAAAAAns/I9QaDT6yH9o/s72-c/DSCF7381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-328591069372093218</id><published>2010-02-11T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:39:49.806Z</updated><title type='text'>ainda sou do tempo em que Oasis era para pensar num certo grupo de amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtY7Kr9NKqY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtY7Kr9NKqY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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grupo de amigos...'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-7033522575795653618</id><published>2010-02-06T23:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:41:47.452Z</updated><title type='text'>bons bons tempos de amizade... será que voltam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pU6KhFWvKPM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pU6KhFWvKPM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/7033522575795653618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/02/bons-bons-tempos-de-amizade-sera-que.html' title='bons bons tempos de amizade... será que voltam?'/><author><name>brownie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343880688133912069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5950626582858554011</id><published>2010-02-06T12:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:32:07.624Z</updated><title type='text'>"yes man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S21hHnJLZ4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/HsST4bSZ-_o/s1600-h/bbbb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435107108700514178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S21hHnJLZ4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/HsST4bSZ-_o/s320/bbbb.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The world is a playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But somehow we forget that over time."&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/4892009403511090918-5950626582858554011?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S21hHnJLZ4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/HsST4bSZ-_o/s72-c/bbbb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-5173736288952836854</id><published>2010-02-04T20:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:48:09.869Z</updated><title type='text'>eu fui carago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs_DJXPMoAo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs_DJXPMoAo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arctic Monkeys, Coliseu do Porto, 02-02-2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi lindo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-5173736288952836854?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/5173736288952836854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=5173736288952836854' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/5173736288952836854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4892009403511090918-4048927679051365305?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4048927679051365305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4048927679051365305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4048927679051365305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/4048927679051365305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/TH69bnYyhVI/AAAAAAAAAro/x6r0bs7ZvXM/S220/DSCF2822-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-472083474122156916</id><published>2010-01-16T14:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:37:58.563Z</updated><title type='text'>pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S1HOHp9WjdI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ogJ0Y1s_Hic/s1600-h/untitledppp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427345656875748818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S1HOHp9WjdI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ogJ0Y1s_Hic/s320/untitledppp.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ªf, por volta das 16h, um amigo meu disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- a natureza humana é fodida, não é?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-472083474122156916?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/472083474122156916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=472083474122156916' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/472083474122156916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4892009403511090918/posts/default/472083474122156916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/2010/01/pessoas.html' 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block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425781845350801762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S0w_12Dl4WI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Rf5qbZ898Hs/s320/DSCF5469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que mais temos e o que nos faz mais falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4892009403511090918-4524931007090335983?l=pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdeumaadolescentequalquer.blogspot.com/feeds/4524931007090335983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4892009403511090918&amp;postID=4524931007090335983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4892009403511090918.post-4558670212592783378</id><published>2010-01-10T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:53:59.065Z</updated><title type='text'>**</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmrikm1oieg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmrikm1oieg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parabéns Luís :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S0fSaHnREbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/breKhOSGT5E/s1600-h/manta+retalhos+crispim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424535622353228210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_42ZvaxvFo/S0fSaHnREbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/breKhOSGT5E/s320/manta+retalhos+crispim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava de me sentir inspirada para poder escrever umas palavras bonitas que representassem as minhas ideias, de vez em quando. De vez em quando gostava de dizer "hoje vou estar bem" e o dia correr fantásticamente. Tudo se torna mais estranho quando estranhos estamos devido à estranheza de outrem. Bem que gostava de não depender em nada de pessoas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há muitas coisas que eu também gostava. Gostava de ver a Terra do espaço. Gostava de viajar por todo o mundo. Gostava de não ser preguiçosa. Gostava de ser mais culta. Gostava de ir de facto trabalhar para a NASA e dar aulas de ballet em part-time. Gostava de ter uma máquina analógica, uma fish-eye e uma profissional que me motivasse para a fotografia. Gostava que certas pessoas com as quais convivo todos os dias tivessem mais conversas sérias porque uma dia temos mesmo de crescer. Gostava que não existisse aquecimento global nem políticos corruptos, egoístas e só querem dinheiro. Gostava que as pessoas não fossem tão quadradas, umas pensam muito nelas outras pensam demasiado nas outras e não sei se existe meio termo. Gostava de viver ao pé da praia e ver o mar todos os dias, por muito banal que se tornasse. Gostava de não envelhecer, estabilizar numa idade à escolha e assim com todo o mundo. Gostava de refazer alguns dos meus dias adolescentes. Gostava que as pessoas não me esquecessem, quer eu viva ou não. Gostava de saber mais coisas que gostava que acontecessem mas acho que a pseudo inspiração fugiu. 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