<?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-8245777</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:41:18.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidades no vazio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110711423340234905</id><published>2005-01-30T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:43:53.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="336" src="http://nightwitx.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/magritte.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem Palavras....Nunca Mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110711423340234905?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110711423340234905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110711423340234905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110711423340234905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110711423340234905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2005/01/sem-palavras_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110695654754681895</id><published>2005-01-28T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:57:46.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="432" src="http://stef.sand.free.fr/anne_geddes/fleurs/Anne-Geddes-427.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com uma &lt;em&gt;"Coisinha"&lt;/em&gt; Linda como esta, quem nao consegue ao menos esbocar um sorriso!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bom Fim de Semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110695654754681895?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110695654754681895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110695654754681895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110695654754681895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110695654754681895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2005/01/com-uma-coisinha-linda-como-esta-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110659108320423649</id><published>2005-01-24T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:29:56.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Varinha de Condao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostava de ter uma varinha de condao, para mudar tudo o que me faz mal e aumentar o que me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;Tocava nas pessoas para me fazerem sorrir, tocava nas flores para me darem cor, tocava nas criancas para me fazerem acreditar, tocava nas nuvens para aparecer o sol e tocava na agua para conseguir crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Apagava a dor no meu coracao, secava as lagrimas que nao param de cair, adormecia ao som das estrelas, esquecia me de ti e nao pensava no amanha....&lt;br /&gt;Virava-me de costas para o mundo, apontava o ceu e um arco iris sorria-me todas as manhas, afastava a solidao com um cintilar de luz, saltava da janela e nao sentia o peso do silencio...&lt;br /&gt;E depois, ao fim do dia no escuro do meu quarto, tocava em mim e desaparecia no meio da fantasia e da ilusao, eu e a minha varinha de condao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="554" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a595/f595051.jpg" width="570" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110659108320423649?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110659108320423649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110659108320423649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110659108320423649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110659108320423649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2005/01/varinha-de-condao-gostava-de-ter-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110641259171682639</id><published>2005-01-22T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:02:36.190Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdida Por Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disse adeus numa tentativa de fugir, numa tentativa desesperada de esquecer a vida por uns momentos, as palavras que magoam e a voz que me ensurdece...&lt;br /&gt;Disse adeus para fugir de mim e da minha vida, esconder a dor a magoa, o grito e  as lagrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Disse adeus e choramos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Choramos por tudo e por nada, pelos sonhos agora encobertos, pelo futuro que nao vinha mais, pelo presente que acabava aqui e agora, pelo que dissemos e o que ficou por dizer, pelos abracos nao trocados e os beijos arrependidos...&lt;br /&gt;Fui embora, perdida no meio da noite, sem pressa de chegar, sem onde nem como ou porques...Apenas fui!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a grandeza do amor fez me olhar para tras, e decidi voltar para o meu abrigo, abrir o teu coracao e dizer-te que estava ali!&lt;br /&gt;Abrir te os olhos e fazer te ver a verdade, fazer te ver que vale a pena continuar a acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="365" src="http://www.vagau.hpg.ig.com.br/Indice/Por-do-sol.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110641259171682639?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110641259171682639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110641259171682639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110641259171682639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110641259171682639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2005/01/perdida-por-ti-disse-adeus-numa_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110485758039801210</id><published>2005-01-04T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:55:13.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="364" src="http://www.nossoabrigo.ubbi.com.br/blog.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Novo Ano chegou com toda a forca, infelizmente para mim nao com boas entradas e muito menos com boas saidas!!&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero ser pessimista e pensar que as coisas nao vao mudar para melhor,pois sei que podem e devem mudar...mas neste momento apenas me sinto me triste e desencorajada para lutar por dias melhores!&lt;br /&gt;A minha vontade e virar as costas a tudo e todos, gritar que me deixem em paz, desaparecer por um Longo momento para esquecer os problemas e as magoas que aqui deixei, nesta minha vida de agora...&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, e com esta imagem que vos deixo, pois e simplesmente assim que me sinto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abracos a Todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110485758039801210?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110485758039801210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110485758039801210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110485758039801210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110485758039801210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2005/01/o-novo-ano-chegou-com-toda-forca.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110441286533920511</id><published>2004-12-30T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:27:44.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="343" src="http://coysitas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Animation2.gif" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110441286533920511?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110441286533920511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110441286533920511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110441286533920511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110441286533920511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110432673135018566</id><published>2004-12-29T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-29T13:36:30.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rita...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PARA COM ISSO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110432673135018566?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110432673135018566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110432673135018566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110432673135018566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110432673135018566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/12/rita.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110389815736103020</id><published>2004-12-24T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-24T14:35:31.203Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisinhasetal.blogger.com.br/Natalzinho4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desejo a todos, um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cheio de muita saude e paz.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho grande para todos. &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/8245777-110389815736103020?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110389815736103020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110389815736103020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110389815736103020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110389815736103020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/12/desejo-todos-um-feliz-natal-cheio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110312791621703458</id><published>2004-12-15T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:26:02.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Sonho do Pai Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Pai Natal sonhou um sonho lindo, tao lindo que nao queria acordar. E nao queria acordar porque nesse sonho nao havia fome: em todas as casas havia comida, havia ate algumas guloseimas para dar aos mais pequenos. Mesmo as criancas de paises outrora pobres tinham agora os olhos brilhantes, brilhantes de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Natal sonhou um sonho lindo, tao lindo que nao queria acordar. E no seu sonho nao havia instituicoes para acolher criancas maltratadas e abandonadas pelos pais nem pequeninos e pequeninas a espera de um carinho, de um beijo... de AMOR. Todas as crianças tinham uma familia: uma mae ou um pai ou ambos os pais, todas as criancas tinham um colo a sua espera.&lt;br /&gt;O Pai Natal sonhou um sonho lindo, tao lindo que nao queria acordar. E no seu sonho nao havia animais abandonados pelos seus donos, deixados ao frio, à fome e à chuva, nem animais espetados e mortos nas arenas, com pessoas a aplaudir.&lt;br /&gt;E, nessa noite, o Pai Natal começou os preparativos para dar, mais uma vez, um pouco de alegria a todas as criancas do Mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grupo de Criancas - Escola Basica de Ovar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" src="http://www.navedapalavra.com.br/criancas/images/sinceridadeaindaquetardia.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110312791621703458?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110312791621703458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110312791621703458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110312791621703458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110312791621703458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-sonho-do-pai-natal-o-pai-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110262456920956431</id><published>2004-12-09T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:38:46.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enlouqueces-me maravilhas-me atrapalhas-me apaixonas-me cegas-me confundes-me. Tu inspiras-me. Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu ..... Quero tanto de ti e tao próximo que anseio que fosses o ar, o chao, as paredes, tudo. Que tudo o que tocasse fossem os teus bracos. Que tudo o que sentisse fossem os teus labios. Como quando fecho os olhos e tudo o que nao vejo es tu. Como quando nao durmo e tudo o que sonho es tu. Contigo nao consigo respirar. Sem ti nao consigo viver. Quero estar tao dentro de ti que nem a luz do dia exista para mim. Quero abracar-te tanto que todo o mundo colapse e desapareca num pequeno ponto entre os meus bracos. Toca-me com as tuas maos. Faz-me desaparecer com a tua pele. Sufoca-me na tua lingua. Arrasta-me pelo ar com o teu perfume. Mata-me de vez. Odeio-te porque existes. Odeio-te porque nao estas aqui. Amo-te tanto. De repente tomo consciencia da tua ausencia e faz-se noite. Porque nao me respondes quando te falo? Porque nao te sinto quando estendo o braco? Porque te escondes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luis Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.manulopes.blogger.com.br/homem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110262456920956431?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110262456920956431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110262456920956431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110262456920956431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110262456920956431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/12/tu-enlouqueces-me-maravilhas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110217139850753099</id><published>2004-12-04T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-04T14:43:59.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="385" src="http://www.amorproibido.blogger.com.br/beijo%20lindo.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tua boca quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;O desejo tomou conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Os meus labios pressentem o toque dos teus&lt;br /&gt;Encosta os teus labios aos meus...&lt;br /&gt;As bocas juntam-se e ficam coladas,&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo molhado, quente e sensual!&lt;br /&gt;Bebo do teu veneno&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo cola-se ao teu&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que procura e pede mais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas em cada Beijo que te dou&lt;br /&gt;Deixo sempre algo que nao recupero mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110217139850753099?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110217139850753099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110217139850753099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110217139850753099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110217139850753099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/12/tua-boca-quero-sentir-o-desejo-tomou.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110173465325972548</id><published>2004-11-29T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T13:30:02.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que e a magia? Magia e querer algo e sonhar todos os dias com aquilo que nao temos, a magia e abrir os olhos para o mundo e fazer de conta que tudo esta bem, que com apenas um sorriso tudo vai mudar e amanha sera melhor...Magia e acreditar que vamos fugir para outro lugar, e acreditar que seremos felizes, e acreditar que a nossa casa e aquilo que temos de Bom! Nao precisamos de dinheiro para fazer magia, e muito menos precisamos de dinheiro para a sentir, pois a magia vem de dentro de cada um de nos, daquilo que nos somos, do que fazemos aos outros e das marcas que deixamos quando passamos... Mas nao e facil como parece, e preciso forca e persistencia, ajuda e paciencia, coragem e muito amor para dia apos dia deixarmos um pouco de nos e da nossa magia num bocadinho do mundo la fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sim porque a magia de cada um e sempre diferente, e sempre unica e ninguem a pode imitar, so nos temos a capacidade de criar a Nossa magia...Podemos abrir os olhos e ver as estrelas la fora, ou de olhos fechados sentir o calor do sol ou a palidez da lua..ou tao somente, fingirmos estar a dormir e imaginar que mais alem existe um mundo novo e magico, que so a nos cabe descobrir&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="438" src="http://www.daimon.org/mag/magia.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110173465325972548?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110173465325972548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110173465325972548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110173465325972548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110173465325972548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/magia-o-que-e-magia-magia-e-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110148867342275400</id><published>2004-11-26T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:08:48.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu Sei e Voce Sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei e voce sabe&lt;br /&gt;Ja que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levara voce de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e voce sabe&lt;br /&gt;Que a distancia nao existe&lt;br /&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;So e bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;Por isso meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Me encaminham a voce.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o Oceano, so e belo com o luar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a Cancaoo, so tem razao se se cantar&lt;br /&gt;Assim como uma nuvem, so acontece se chover&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o poeta, so e bem grande se sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Assim como viver sem ter amor, nao e viver&lt;br /&gt;Não ha voce sem mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu nao existo sem voce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="406" src="http://www.crisjampa.blogger.com.br/amorna%20areia.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110148867342275400?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110148867342275400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110148867342275400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110148867342275400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110148867342275400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/eu-sei-e-voce-sabe-eu-sei-e-voce-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110113717416089798</id><published>2004-11-22T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:47:46.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apaga a Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E neste mesmo instante ,nem um segundo mais cedo ou mais tarde, mas neste exacto e preciso momento em que me olhas, antes de apagar a luz, que me sinto a rapariga com mais sorte do mundo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La em baixo na rua chovem gotas de cores escuras, esta frio e humido, o vento vira os chapeus de chuva, as pessoas correm apressadas, os carros derrapam na estrada molhada... la fora a vida continua, e eu fixo o olhar no tecto para me sentir protegida desse mundo, e respiro o teu ar como se so em ti encontrasse todo o oxigenio necessario a minha sobrevivencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ca dentro contigo, o mundo e so nosso, a musica mistura-se com as nossas vozes, os lencois estao sempre limpos e esticados e o teu cheiro dissolve-se no meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ca dentro ha paz e seguranca, ha sossego e docura, ha muito tempo fora de todos os tempos, sem relogios nem minutos, porque cada minuto e o tempo que nos quisermos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E aquele instante tao esperado chega por fim, e eu digo: &lt;em&gt;Apaga a Luz, Meu Amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 392px" height="684" src="http://kresoja.com/paintings/candelight.jpg" width="360" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110113717416089798?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110113717416089798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110113717416089798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110113717416089798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110113717416089798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/apaga-luze-neste-mesmo-instante-nem-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110095951338168091</id><published>2004-11-20T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:13:23.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="162" alt="p63.gif" src="http://gifsahimsa.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/p63.gif" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nossoabrigo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje e para mim um dia especial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sejam felizes sempre!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110095951338168091?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110095951338168091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110095951338168091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110095951338168091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110095951338168091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/hoje-e-para-mim-um-dia-especial-amem.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110069236469015981</id><published>2004-11-17T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:59:45.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz Frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O frio chegou e veio para ficar, todos os dias tenho frio, todos os dias bato os dentes e parece que preciso por mais um cobertor na cama, mesmo sabendo que parece mal, pois ja tenho tres!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas que hei-de fazer, continuo com frio!!!...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti para me aqueceres o corpo gelado, preciso dos teus mimos e beijos demorados, preciso da tua docura silenciosa que me envolve por dentro, preciso das tuas caricias com sabor a mar e das tuas maos com toque de algodao..&lt;br /&gt;O calor faz muita falta sim. Faz falta ao corpo e a alma, ao espirito e ao coracao. O calor dilata os corpos, o frio encolhe-os. O calor anima, o frio desanima. o calor inspira, o frio interioriza! Preciso de calor para me esquecer do frio!&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me acender a lareira, mesmo a meio de Novembro ainda, ouvir o crepitar do lume e olhar o vermelho alaranjado da chama... e depois..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;depois ficar ali contigo, juntos e quentinhos, debaixo de mais um dos mil e quinhentos cobertores que ainda tenho escondidos dentro do armario!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="205" src="http://www2.uol.com.br/romances/images/clah_lareira.gif" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110069236469015981?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110069236469015981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110069236469015981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110069236469015981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110069236469015981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/faz-frio-o-frio-chegou-e-veio-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110046579705139668</id><published>2004-11-14T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-14T21:32:57.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cancao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pus o meu sonho num navio&lt;br /&gt;e o navio em cima do mar;&lt;br /&gt;- depois, abri o mar com as maos,&lt;br /&gt;para o meu sonho naufragar&lt;br /&gt;Minhas maos ainda estao molhadas&lt;br /&gt;do azul das ondas entreabertas,&lt;br /&gt;e a cor que escorre de meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;colore as areias desertas.&lt;br /&gt;O vento vem vindo de longe,&lt;br /&gt;a noite se curva de frio;&lt;br /&gt;debaixo da agua vai morrendo&lt;br /&gt;meu sonho, dentro de um navio...&lt;br /&gt;Chorarei quanto for preciso,&lt;br /&gt;para fazer com que o mar cresca,&lt;br /&gt;e o meu navio chegue ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;e o meu sonho desapareca.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, tudo estara perfeito;&lt;br /&gt;praia lisa, aguas ordenadas,&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos secos como pedras&lt;br /&gt;e as minhas duas maos quebradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cecilia Meireles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 152px" height="85" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:bxq_55VuOaoJ:http://embaixador.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/sonho.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110046579705139668?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110046579705139668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110046579705139668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110046579705139668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110046579705139668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/cancao-pus-o-meu-sonho-num-navio-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110033589647734472</id><published>2004-11-13T08:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T08:51:36.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giffsparavoce.blogger.com.br/mens.198.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BoM FiM de Semana Para TODOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110033589647734472?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110033589647734472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110033589647734472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110033589647734472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110033589647734472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/bom-fim-de-semana-para-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-110000698413744650</id><published>2004-11-09T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:39:31.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUMOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nao podemos dar demasiado valor ao exterior..A pessoa humana e muito mais feliz do que todas as caras bonitas deste mundo. Nao devemos fugir da nossa consciencia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ainda bem que e verdade que os 360 graus das nossas vidas servem para nos apercebermos do real valor nao so de nos, mas de todos os que nos rodeiam e nos amam, aqueles que nos dizem que o fundamental e o interior de cada pessoa, os nossos valores, ideiais, sentimentos, qualidades..O Nosso Conteudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A beleza interior e o que nos torna diferentes de todos os outros seres.Nos nao somos nada neste Mundo tao grande, mas ao mesmo tempo temos muito valor. Nao podemos subestimar-nos ou valorizar-nos demasiado, devemos ser nos proprios, sem falsidades ou medos, devemos viver intensamente e abrir-nos com nos proprios...So entao perceberemos o real valor do Eu e da Vida! E isso e tao dificil!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temos de aprender com tudo o que vivemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temos de preocupar-nos com os outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temos de conhecer-nos a Nos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somos sempre mais do que aquilo que vemos, mais do que pensamos, mais do que queremos, e mais ate do que os outros veem...e é Tao importante sabermos que ha quem acredite em Nos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="510" src="http://www.ithaca.edu/students/breynol1/rockwell_girlatmirror_640.jpg" width="523" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-110000698413744650?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/110000698413744650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=110000698413744650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110000698413744650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/110000698413744650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/rumos-nao-podemos-dar-demasiado-valor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109977696249993970</id><published>2004-11-06T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:36:32.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="245" alt="fundo3.gif" src="http://gifsahimsa.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/fundo3.gif" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um resto de optimo fim de semana para todos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109977696249993970?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109977696249993970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109977696249993970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109977696249993970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109977696249993970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/11/um-resto-de-optimo-fim-de-semana-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109923432722913813</id><published>2004-10-31T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:14:00.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BILHETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se tu me amas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ama-me baixinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não o grites de cima dos telhados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;deixa em paz os passarinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixa em paz a mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se me queres,enfim,.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tem de ser bem devagarinho,.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;amada,.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que a vida e breve,.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;e o amor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mais breve ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mario Quintana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="464" src="http://cantinhodalena.intercanal.com.br/seubilhete2.JPG" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109923432722913813?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109923432722913813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109923432722913813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109923432722913813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109923432722913813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/bilhetese-tu-me-amasama-me-baixinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109890144358082326</id><published>2004-10-27T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:24:03.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digam-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando a vida muda de um dia para o outro o corpo demora a habituar-se. E so depois e que a cabeca se ajusta a nova realidade... e por fim, muito tempo depois, o coracao aceita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So que eu nao aceito, nao posso aceitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como posso entender que os sonhos se desfizeram num minuto, como entender que toda a vida fica para tras e nada posso fazer, como vou recuperar o tempo perdido, os minutos longos, as noites sem dormir, os dias que perdi fechada em casa, os amigos que se afastaram sem sequer me aperceber...Como vou aceitar ou sequer entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nao e justo, a vida e muito ingrata e nao me venham com frases feitas tipo: "&lt;em&gt;Quando se fecha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;uma porta abrem-se duas a seguir&lt;/em&gt;", ou que " &lt;em&gt;Consegues o que queres, nao podes e desisitir&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tens de levantar a cabeca&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;O mundo nao acabou.&lt;/em&gt;..", as coisas nao sao assim faceis, nao e so sonhar ou pensar e as coisas aparecem-nos a frente, e infelizmente tambem nao e SO preciso forca de vontade e acreditar em nos mesmos, porque sempre fiz isso, sempre acreditei nas minhas capacidades, esforcei-me ao maximo e no final de contas, acabei sem nada, acabei com muito menos do que aquilo que tinha no inicio!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Digam-me voces..porque eu por mais que tente perceber, nao arranjo uma explicacao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://maresia.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/tristeza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109890144358082326?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109890144358082326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109890144358082326' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109890144358082326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109890144358082326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/digam-me-quando-vida-muda-de-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109862672273743399</id><published>2004-10-24T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:47:16.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros usam a virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para comprar o que nao tem perdao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros tem medo mas tu nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros sao os tumulos caiados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde germina calada a podridao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros se calam mas tu nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros se compram e se vendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E os seus gestos dao sempre dividendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros sao habeis mas tu nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros vao a sombra dos abrigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tu vais de maos dadas com os perigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque os outros calculam mas tu nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="165" src="http://latis.ex.ac.uk/cfarchive/hands.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109862672273743399?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109862672273743399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109862672273743399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109862672273743399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109862672273743399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/porqueporque-os-outros-se-mascaram-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109834959686822368</id><published>2004-10-21T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:06:36.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vale sempre a Pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um grande amor nunca se faz sem entrega, e se nao ha entrega, entao nao pode haver amor. E como quem ama a vida: nunca pode ter medo de se entregar a ela, mesmo que isso lhe custe a propria existencia. Quem tem medo da vida e da vontade, acaba por nao viver.Eu tambem ja tive medo de amar, medo de sofrer e medo de chorar...Mas agora so sei amar assim, com as maos estendidas e o coracao aberto sem defesas.... Romantica? Um pouco, acho que tento ser apenas lucida.&lt;br /&gt;Se nao viver assim, com o coracao fora do peito, embalada por um sonho que me aquece o corpo e o espirito nas noites de mais um Outono morno e luminoso, sei que a tristeza pode tomar conta da minha vida e a seguir a tristeza ou vem a indiferenca, ou a solidao, que afinal podem ser tantas e tantas vezes a mesma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Nascemos todos para amar e ser amados, mas demoramos muitos anos a aprender que Amar nem sempre e um verbo reciproco.Se essa fosse a primeira coisa a descobrir, viveriamos o amor de uma forma muito mais justa e serena!E cada vez que ele fosse correspondido, aceitariamos tal presente como uma preciosidade.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estamos vivos precisamos saber viver o amor, esquecer as magoas, matar insegurancas, acreditar que vale sempre a pena amar alguem, que vale sempre a pena arriscar , que vale sempre a pena partilhar o nosso amor, mesmo que quem o recebe nao saiba abrir as maos para o agarrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="216" src="http://www.angelfire.com/stars3/moonbeam_uk/Names/I%20Love%20You.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109834959686822368?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109834959686822368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109834959686822368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109834959686822368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109834959686822368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/vale-sempre-pena.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109809344225961633</id><published>2004-10-18T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:58:50.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="216" src="http://orbita.starmedia.com/~poemapage/imagem/pegada.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Se eu pudesse deixar algum presente a voce,&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria aceso o sentimento de amar a vida dos seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;A consciencia de aprender tudo o que foi ensinado pelo tempo afora.&lt;br /&gt;Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos para que nao mais se repetissem.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria para voce, se pudesse, o respeito aquilo que e indispensavel: Alem do pao... o trabalho. Alem do trabalho... a accao.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando tudo mais faltasse, um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;o de buscar no interior de si mesmo a resposta e a forca para encontrar a saida. ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109809344225961633?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109809344225961633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109809344225961633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109809344225961633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109809344225961633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/se-eu-pudesse-deixar-algum-presente.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109784519871689942</id><published>2004-10-15T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:59:58.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuva Fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chove la fora.. as gotas sei-as frias mesmo sem as sentir no corpo, a alma e o coracao gelados gritam me para reunir forca e arranjar coragem de sair para a rua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Olho pela janela e vejo a chuva a cair...Nao quero sair, nao quero ver nada nem ninguem,ja sei que esta frio e nao quero molhar me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O meu corpo treme mesmo dentro de casa, quente e agasalhado..o meu corpo treme porque? Treme pela solidao, pela dor e angustia que nao consegue mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nao para de chover e o caminho nao tem volta, la fora esta escuro, o ceu tem nuvens..so vejo la fora, perdidas na rua, sombras dobradas pela forca do vento, que tentam caminhar depressa para chegar a algum lugar qualquer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas onde? Eu nao posso saber onde querem ir, quando nem mesmo sei onde vou conseguir chegar... Tenho medo, um medo tao grande que me impede de dar um passo em frente, um medo muito grande de falhar, e sentir me ainda mais so e mais vazia por dentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chove la fora...as gotas frias confundem se com as lagrimas que caem dos meus olhos, sem sequer perceber porque!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos aqui e neste momento, perto de tantas pessoas que passam por mim apressadas e sem darem por mim....posso chorar e pensar tudo o que quiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;posso gritar por dentro e mandar o coracao calar, posso mais uma vez passar despercebida e sentir me so no meio de tudo e todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="422" src="http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/atelienb/images/ftchuva2.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109784519871689942?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109784519871689942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109784519871689942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109784519871689942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109784519871689942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/chuva-fria-chove-la-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109752779362787732</id><published>2004-10-11T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:49:53.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="232" src="http://www.pedrera.blogger.com.br/abraco.jpg" width="388" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olha para mim, nao, nao partas ja, espera um pouco mais, espera que o tempo passe e nos acalme a alma, nos arrefeca os coracoes e faca voltar a terra, a essa rotina que nos rege os dias e as noites e nos faz sentir que afinal somos pessoas normais e donas da nossa vida! Espera so mais um momento, deixa que o silencio guarde estes momentos perfeitos de sintonia e amor, espera so mais um instante, ate que a tua memoria quente me guarde com carinho e nunca mais me deixe sair de dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Espera, nao partas ainda, o dia ainda nao acabou, a noite nao chega para nos os dois, na rua so os gatos miam, os bebados choram, os candeeiros vivem a vida das outras pessoas, o ceu e enorme mas cada minuto passa mais devagar so porque nos queremos!&lt;br /&gt;Espera so mais um ou dois minutos, eterniza este abraco, grava-o na tua memoria para que amanha e depois e depois ainda o possas sentir outra vez...Espera ainda, esconde tudo, leva o meu cheiro para casa e esconde-o dentro de uma gaveta, guarda-me bem perto de ti,sempre perto, mesmo que eu nao te veja ou tu nao me fales, eu estarei sempre ali, junto de ti, como as Estrelas perto da Lua, enquanto a noite cai calma e silenciosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas espera, espera um pouco ainda, espera porque a espera e o tempo de deixar crescer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aquilo que ha-de Sempre Ser!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E e sempre pouco, quando se tem tanto para dar..e Receber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109752779362787732?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109752779362787732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109752779362787732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109752779362787732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109752779362787732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/espera.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109731961437884664</id><published>2004-10-09T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T12:00:14.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.barbaralokinha.blogger.com.br/frase_09.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero agradecer a todos os amigos que aqui tem vindo deixar suas mensagens de amizade e forca, e importante para mim saber que apesar de longe, ha pessoas que se preocupam comigo...acreditem que e muito importante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bom Fim de Semana para todos Voces!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109731961437884664?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109731961437884664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109731961437884664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109731961437884664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109731961437884664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/quero-agradecer-todos-os-amigos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109707532720708876</id><published>2004-10-06T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:08:47.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="110" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:omupyW3MeNQJ:http://responda.weblogger.com.br/img/Tristeza.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria um poema que chorasse baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Que escutasse a minha lagrima de dor&lt;br /&gt;Que me ouvisse com carinho&lt;br /&gt;E me devolvesse a vida e a cor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria um poema que falasse pouco&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo que diga tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que abafe os meus solucos&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo fique mudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria um poema que me entendesse&lt;br /&gt;E quem o ler que veja a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo e mais que acontecesse&lt;br /&gt;Me traga paz e muita calma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria um poema um tanto estranho&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu sei bem o que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;Acho que gostava de poder explicar&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem eu mesma consigo entender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109707532720708876?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109707532720708876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109707532720708876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109707532720708876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109707532720708876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/queria-um-poema-que-chorasse-baixinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109683646740637728</id><published>2004-10-03T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:52:57.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje e para inicio de uma Boa Semana resolvi comecar com um poema sobre uma Bela Cidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="257" src="http://www.terravista.pt/portosanto/3453/colis1.gif" width="523" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O bulicio das ruas e avenidas&lt;br /&gt;O fervilhar dos quiosques e cafes&lt;br /&gt;A docura das tardes languidas...&lt;br /&gt;Que serenam esta alma de ansiedades&lt;br /&gt;Criancas que pululam em calcadas&lt;br /&gt;Descalcas, caladas ou cantantes...&lt;br /&gt;Berlindes que rolam insistentes&lt;br /&gt;Por labirintos em festividades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa&lt;/em&gt;... Grande sede de Amar...&lt;br /&gt;Em tardes quentes amorosas&lt;br /&gt;Canto o gozo da frescura&lt;br /&gt;A sombra das tuas arvores&lt;br /&gt;Mas e ao Crepusculo da Noite&lt;br /&gt;Que o casario me fascina&lt;br /&gt;Cada luz e um Sonho&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela em cada janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa&lt;/em&gt; que bebeu a dor do Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Em milenios de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas partidas sem regresso...&lt;br /&gt;E conquistas sem idade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa&lt;/em&gt;... acolhedora e prazenteira&lt;br /&gt;Te abres em leques de Sonho&lt;br /&gt;Em castelos e miradouros&lt;br /&gt;A quem te ama de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa&lt;/em&gt;... minha amada&lt;br /&gt;Es tambem acordeao&lt;br /&gt;Nas maos de um vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;No pico da inspiracao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa&lt;/em&gt; por inventar&lt;br /&gt;Sadio rosto lusitano...&lt;br /&gt;Misturas sangue nas ondas&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mar te vem lavar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Carlos Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109683646740637728?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109683646740637728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109683646740637728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109683646740637728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109683646740637728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/hoje-e-para-inicio-de-uma-boa-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109670706286092445</id><published>2004-10-02T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T09:51:02.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.amsforever.blogger.com.br/osventos.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bom Fim de Semana Para Todos Voces!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8245777-109670706286092445?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109670706286092445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109670706286092445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109670706286092445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109670706286092445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/10/bom-fim-de-semana-para-todos-voces.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109638310209400956</id><published>2004-09-28T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:59:26.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a Suprema dor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 127px" height="127" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:37N2YMUAkSEJ:http://caminhando.festim.net/archives/tua-dor-me-incomoda.jpg" width="107" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando a suprema dor muito me aperta,&lt;br /&gt;se digo que desejo esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;e forca que se faz ao pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;de que a vontade livre desconserta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assi, de erro tao grave me desperta&lt;br /&gt;a luz do bem regido entendimento,&lt;br /&gt;que mostra ser engano ou fingimento&lt;br /&gt;dizer que em tal descanso mais se acerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa propria imagem, que na mente&lt;br /&gt;me representa o bem de que careco,&lt;br /&gt;faz-mo de um certo modo ser presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditosa e, logo, a pena que padeco,&lt;br /&gt;pois que da causa dela em mim se sente&lt;br /&gt;um bem que, inda sem ver-vos, reconheco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luis Vaz de Camoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109638310209400956?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109638310209400956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109638310209400956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109638310209400956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109638310209400956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/quando-suprema-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109614541207602374</id><published>2004-09-25T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:39:08.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha Pessoas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ha pessoas estrelas e ha pessoas cometas...Os cometas passam, apenas sao lembrados pelas datas que retomam e depois desaparecem.As estrelas permanecem! Ha muita gente cometa. Passa pela vida apenas por instantes.Gente que nao se prende a ninguem e que a ninguem prende. Importante e ser estrela!&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer, Ser calor, Ser vida...amigo e estrela.Os anos podem passar, mas as marcas ficam no coracao. Ser cometa nao e ser amigo.E ser companheiro por instantes. A solidao e resultado de uma vida cometa.Ninguem fica.Todos passam.&lt;br /&gt;Ha necessidade de criar um mundo de estrelas.Todos os dias poder senti-las. Todos os dias ver a sua luz e perceber o seu calor.Assim sao os amigos na nossa vida.Pode-se contar com eles.Sao coragem nos momentos dificeis, sao Luz nos momentos de desanimo.Ser estrela neste mundo passageiro, neste mundo de cometas e um desafio!&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;acima de tudo e uma Recompensa!&lt;br /&gt;E nascer e ter vivido..e nao apenas existido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cuidem bem das Vossas Estrelas !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="330" src="http://www.templodossonhos.com/menu/Vida/estrelas.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109614541207602374?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109614541207602374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109614541207602374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109614541207602374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109614541207602374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/ha-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109587261560830511</id><published>2004-09-22T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:03:35.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meublog.cantinhodadinha.com.br/amanhecer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109587261560830511?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109587261560830511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109587261560830511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109587261560830511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109587261560830511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109570646864719655</id><published>2004-09-20T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:54:28.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho Medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="127" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:7w4h0WwZp10J:http://migram.blog.uol.com.br/images/Lagrima.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao consigo sentir nada, a dor e a tristeza estao a tomar conta de mim, ja nao consigo acreditar nem ver luz nenhuma no fundo do tunel! O caminho fecha-se cada vez mais, as possibilidades de atingir o mais importante para mim sao cada vez mais escassas, a esperanca morre e apenas o cheiro de um sonho distante fica em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei distinguir que cheiro e este, nunca o senti antes, apenas o sinto cada vez mais forte e denso em todo o lado onde passo, em todas as pessoas que me olham e parece que sabem o que me aguarda!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo!&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que fazer a partir daqui, nao sei o que fazer para mudar o destino, pois este nao se muda, mas espera-se...Nao quero esperar mais, quero acabar com este sofrimento que me angustia dia apos dia, esta magoa de tudo ter perdido depois de muito esforco e dedicacao!&lt;br /&gt;Nao pode ser, eu nem quero acreditar no que me esta acontecer, nao quero olhar as coisas de frente, tenho medo...O espelho partiu-se em dois, metade para cada lado, e eu nao quero olhar a metade que se estilhacou no chao, a metade onde tudo se perde!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque a outra é a que guarda ca no fundinho uma ultima imagem nitida de conseguir vencer aquilo que ja julgo perdido!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109570646864719655?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109570646864719655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109570646864719655' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109570646864719655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109570646864719655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/tenho-medo-nao-consigo-sentir-nada-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109551193781768751</id><published>2004-09-18T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T13:52:17.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar Agitado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoje cheguei a casa com vontade de escrever, de passar para o papel tudo o que sinto, o que quero e o que nao quero, um grito mudo corta-me a voz, e so as letras sao minhas companheiras.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ha quem acredite no destino e eu sempre fui uma dessas pessoas, mas hoje nao consigo pensar assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sempre achei que podiamos ter tudo o que quisessemos, que podiamos esforcar-nos na vida e obter os nossos mais secretos desejos ou alcacar todas as nossas aspiracoes, que para ter isso bastava ter uma ideia fixa, forca de vontade, esperanca e encarar a vida de frente...superando tudo  e todos, seguindo sempre de cabeca erguida sem nunca desitir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas hoje, sentada aqui e a pensar na vida, comeco a denegrir essa imagem de "Ulisses" e tudo esta a ficar para tras, como uma nevoa que passa e nos escurece o caminho! Vejo o meu esforco, o meu tempo perdido, a minha cabeca cansada, o meu coracao a chorar e as minhas maos a tremer....vejo o meu futuro a esgueirar-se por entre os dedos e eu sem nada poder fazer, somente esperar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sinto me triste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E muito injusta a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pode ser que este marinheiro consiga atravessar todas as mares e subir acima das ondas, ultrapassar os ventos fortes e tempestades frias, e esperar...que a calma e a esperança lhe tragam algum equilibrio nesta vida inconstante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                                        &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  Bom Fim de Semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giffsparavoce.blogger.com.br/beijo3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109551193781768751?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109551193781768751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109551193781768751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109551193781768751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109551193781768751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/mar-agitado-hoje-cheguei-casa-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109526708276495056</id><published>2004-09-15T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:16:17.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes e preciso aprender a perder, a ouvir e nao responder, a esconder o que mais queremos mostrar, a dar sem receber, sem cobrar, sem reclamar. As vezes e preciso respirar fundo e esperar que o tempo nos indique o momento certo para falar e alinhar ideias, usar a cabeca e esquecer o coracao, dizer tudo o que se tem a dizer, nao ter medo de dizer nao, nao esquecer nada e deixar tudo bem claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes e preciso partir antes do tempo, dizer aquilo que mais se teme dizer, arrumar a cabeca, limpar a alma, prepara-la para um futuro incerto, acreditar que esse fututo e bom e afinal ja esta perto, apertar as maos uma contra a outra e rezar a um deus qualquer que nos de forca e serenidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes e preciso saber renunciar, nao aceitar, nao ouvir nem discutir, nao pedir nem dar, nao aceitar nem participar, sair pela porta sem a fechar, pedir silencio e paz, sem dor, sem tristeza e sem medo de partir...Partir para outro mundo, outro lugar, mesmo quando o que mais queremos e ficar, permanecer, construir, investir e amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem parte e quem sabe para onde vai, quem escolhe o seu caminho e mesmo que nao haja caminho porque este se faz a andar, o sol, o vento, o ceu, o cheiro do mar sao os nossos guias e unica companhia, a certeza que fizemos bem e que nao podia ser de outra maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem fica, fica a ver, a pensar, a lembrar, a esperar....Ate se conformar e um dia entao &lt;strong&gt;Esquecer!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cristianshomosexuals.org/imatges/fotos/pensar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109526708276495056?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109526708276495056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109526708276495056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109526708276495056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109526708276495056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/as-vezes-as-vezes-e-preciso-aprender.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109510833474591929</id><published>2004-09-13T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:55:17.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se Eu Pudesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu pudesse cantava-te musicas de embalar ate fechares os olhos, lia te historias e inventava-lhes o fim, deitava-te nos meus bracos e esperava que adormecesses, entrava nos teus sonhos e pintava-os de cores e sons perfeitos!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse plantava ramos de alfazema magicos no teu jardim, que cresciam durante o dia, depois apanhava-os,espalhava-os pela casa e desfazia as folhas nas gavetas.. Pendurava os quadros que nao sabes onde por, lia os teus livros e escrevia-te cartas de amor, depois sentava-me no sofa a olhar la para fora e a pensar que nao ha na vida nada melhor do que amar!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse os comboios andavam mais depressa, os avioes nao faziam barulho, nao havia portagens e as estradas andavam sozinhas..chegava rapido perto de ti, tinha tempo para estar contigo, perdidos do mundo e a ver o futuro passar-nos a frente!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ouvia-te mais e falava menos, oferecia-te um dicionario com todas as palavras que nao conheces ou ja esqueceste, depois fechava te os olhos e deixava que chegasse o dia seguinte..esquecia me dos teus defeitos e tu dos meus e com o tempo aprenderiamos a viver um com o outro sem nos cansarmos, sem nos magoarmos, sem sombras nem equivocos!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="299" src="http://devaneio.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/sonhar.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109510833474591929?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109510833474591929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109510833474591929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109510833474591929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109510833474591929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/se-eu-pudesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109492162601406189</id><published>2004-09-11T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T17:55:29.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rtp.pt/images/articles/13132/bandeiranorteamericana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Poucas serao as ocasioes em que intervalo entre a vida e a morte se revela tao tenue, como aconteceu na manha de 11 de Setembro de 2001. Acontecimentos como este cindem o tempo entre um antes e um depois. Nesse bloco de tempo, todos os minutos, e mesmo todos os segundos, adquirem o peso de inevitabilidade ou de terrível contingencia. Acontecimentos desta natureza desafiam os limites da compreensao e do esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Milhares pereceram nas torres gemeas do World Trade Center, em Nova Iorque, e no edificio do Pentagono, em Washington. Milhares conseguiram salvar-se devido a pequenas decisoes que depois se vieram a revelar das mais importantes das suas vidas. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E e em memoria de todas essas pessoas que deixo aqui uma pequena mas sentida homenagem!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11 De Setembro, um dia que nunca sera esquecido!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109492162601406189?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109492162601406189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109492162601406189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109492162601406189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109492162601406189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/poucas-serao-as-ocasioes-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109473406321540976</id><published>2004-09-09T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:32:03.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comecar de Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora agarrava em mim, metia-me num aviao ate um sitio qualquer distante e partia para uma ilha quase deserta contigo, uma ilha que descobri numa daquelas revistas de viagens onde tudo e caro, mas a agua e de um azul transparente que nos ilumina o rosto, a areia tao clara como neve e o sol tao quente que nos aquece o coracao!&lt;br /&gt;Nessa ilha perfeita nao ha carros nem telemoveis, as casas sao feitas de madeira e as criancas vao para a praia todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Ha tubaroes que nao mordem, peixes esguios que nos fazem cocegas nos pes, golfinhos que nadam ao nosso lado e sorriem contentes, barcos ao longe que embalados pelas ondas parecem de papel...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ias adorar essa ilha escondida e perdida do mundo, onde nao ha pressas nem correrias, nem rotinas ou transito, talvez conseguisses descobrir outra vez como e bom estar vivo e reaprendesses a ser feliz comigo!&lt;br /&gt;Nessa ilha pequena e azul, onde os homens nao constroem pontes nem estradas, nao ha lixo nem poluicao, existe uma Paz nova que nos iria enfeiticar e serviria como porto de abrigo para a nossa paixao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas isto...sou so eu a Sonhar!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="82" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:V53Ku7-2FRMJ:http://www.druske.de/assets/images/autogen/a_isla_saona12.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109473406321540976?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109473406321540976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109473406321540976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109473406321540976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109473406321540976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/comecar-de-novo-agora-agarrava-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109468220304946986</id><published>2004-09-08T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:26:22.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.gabidinix.blogger.com.br/amizade%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finalmente o meu blog esta de novo a funcionar, espero que esta tenha sido a ultima vez que voltei a fazer tudo de novo. Fi-lo por mim e por voces que tem o gosto de me visitar e escreveram comentarios a dar forca.&lt;br /&gt;Sao esses comentarios perdidos pelo facto dos erros no template que vou deixar aqui na zona de comentarios agradecendo desde ja a todos/as!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada......amigos/as :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109468220304946986?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109468220304946986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109468220304946986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109468220304946986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109468220304946986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/finalmente-o-meu-blog-esta-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245777.post-109464641333024698</id><published>2004-09-08T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T20:16:21.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Novamente por causa de problemas com o template voltei a ter que apagar td e recomecar do zero.&lt;br /&gt;Peco-vos desculpa, espero conseguir por tudo a funcionar ainda hj&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8245777-109464641333024698?l=fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/feeds/109464641333024698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8245777&amp;postID=109464641333024698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109464641333024698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8245777/posts/default/109464641333024698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragilidadesnovazio.blogspot.com/2004/09/novamente-por-causa-de-problemas-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10500260352200930229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
