<?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-5831907</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:08:02.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao passo da chuva...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Pensar incomoda como andar &amp;agrave chuva, quando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais." (Alberto Caeiro)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-110643969923823560</id><published>2005-01-22T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:21:39.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my Esquimó:"You look like gold to meand I'm not too blind to seeyou look like goldyou make me wanna singwith all the joy you bringyou look like goldlike the rays down from the sunwhen a new day has just begunyou look like gold I've been fooled beforebut now I knowI've made the mistake in the pastbut now I know the differencefrom gold and brassnot the kind of gold you wearbut the kind that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110643969923823560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110643969923823560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110643969923823560' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-110376995401360316</id><published>2004-12-23T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-23T02:45:54.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom natal meus amigos do coração.Eu já tive as melhores prendas de Natal que alguém pode ter! :)hehehehE por favor não se esqueçam que o Natal deveria ser sempre que um Homem quisesse...xi coração </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110376995401360316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110376995401360316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110376995401360316' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-110229516754792104</id><published>2004-12-06T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:06:07.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai ai... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110229516754792104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110229516754792104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110229516754792104' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-110018680482480539</id><published>2004-11-11T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:39:01.470Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinto-me desta cor...E talvez por isso seja bom saber que está para breve... vai acabar!Sim vai deixar saudades, muitas...talvez até demais.Não importa, foi para chegar à meta que por aqui viemos...e outras metas esperam por nós!Este diário de bordo quase morto irá por certo ganhar mais vida... teremos mais coisas para partilhar, para contar a estes que vão deixar saudades...E afinal de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110018680482480539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/110018680482480539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018680482480539' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-109856442523525360</id><published>2004-10-23T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:47:05.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last year...Ufa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109856442523525360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109856442523525360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109856442523525360' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-109536850751356906</id><published>2004-09-16T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:01:47.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109536850751356906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109536850751356906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109536850751356906' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-109467792839897001</id><published>2004-09-08T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:12:08.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109467792839897001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109467792839897001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109467792839897001' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-109387570796954748</id><published>2004-08-30T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:21:47.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As férias estão quase a acabar... ;(Ninguém merece!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109387570796954748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/109387570796954748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387570796954748' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108740430592885824</id><published>2004-06-16T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:45:05.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O nosso baby renasceu!Mais uma etapa que chega ao fim, com a ansiedade enorme de ver um esforço ser reconhecido!Entretanto vamos batalhando naquilo a que chamam época de exames (e eu já levo 3 na conta)...Um bjitu para quem quer que remotamente ainda por aqui passe! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108740430592885824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108740430592885824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740430592885824' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108643661798122082</id><published>2004-06-05T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T12:57:04.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pos meus amis:"AI SE ELE CAITodos os dias te vejoTodas as noites te queroE eu vou procurandoUm sinal em tiQue me faça rirÉ pá mas nunca mais vem Vou tirando fotocópiasE vou pensando em tiE vou adivinhando todos desejosE todos beijosQue temos para trocarE de tanto quererDe tanto gostarDe tanto te amarTenho medo de te perderAi se ele caiVai se partirMeu coraçãoVai-se partir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108643661798122082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108643661798122082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108643661798122082' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108583233346939256</id><published>2004-05-29T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T13:05:33.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É tão estranho... tarefa árdua a de cuidar das emoções... Tão forte e tão frágil, como quem caminha na corda bamba!Estou pronta a colidir a qualquer momento!Entrar em queda livre, e ter ar suficiente para sobreviver!O que é que nos faz resistir às quedas? O que é que nos restaura a alma?De onde vem essa força?Só perguntas... nada de certezas!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108583233346939256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108583233346939256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108583233346939256' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108558183164396175</id><published>2004-05-26T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T12:56:40.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Se temos que fazer o pino para tornar alguém feliz, o resultado só pode ser uma grande dor de cabeça!"Li num livro :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108558183164396175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108558183164396175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558183164396175' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-10853446659710696</id><published>2004-05-23T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:37:45.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só porque sim..."Tu nunca choras ao ver sangueTu nunca ficas transparenteÉs daquela raça tão raraQue tem no olhar o gelo quenteGelo quenteQuente e frio"Clã         </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/10853446659710696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/10853446659710696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10853446659710696' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108454879832025451</id><published>2004-05-14T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T16:33:18.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enterro da Gata e as Monumentais festas...Pois bem, isto tinha de acabar mais cedo ou mais tarde...Conclusões: nada tenho para avaliar! Foi um Enterro calmo, sem grandes distúrbios... a gata morreu na paz! Pudera eu estar na paz também! :)Ai, ai... o eterno conflito! :PMe voy a ir... talvez até casa ... who knows!!?!Bye bye...And for that friends who are gonne... i´ll love you either way..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108454879832025451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108454879832025451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454879832025451' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108437322643587719</id><published>2004-05-12T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:47:06.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obrigada Sérgio... Sérgio Godinho tá claro! :)Foste simplesmente delicioso!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108437322643587719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108437322643587719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437322643587719' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108416608778548696</id><published>2004-05-10T06:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T06:15:16.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enterro da Gata 2004.Começou ontem e muito ainda se espera, no entanto já sei que vai deixar saudades... for sure!São 6 e tal da matina, e sinto os dedos a fluirem neste tecaldo, de um modo incrível... na volta até estou a dar erros de português... ai que vergonha!Voltarei com mais novidades! :) Para os meus amigos: ADORO-VOS Muito! :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108416608778548696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108416608778548696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108416608778548696' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108387505557888860</id><published>2004-05-06T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:27:28.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i just wanna go home... far away from this... cause belive me... sometimes it hurts... for real!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108387505557888860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108387505557888860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387505557888860' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108298017293350449</id><published>2004-04-26T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T12:52:35.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Experimentem... Sim experimentem os opostos...sintam amizade e desprezo, amor e ódio. Sintam a tristeza e a alegria...a vontade e a apatia!Sintam tudo isso bem misturado, procurem tudo ao mesmo tempo...Depois...Depois contem-me qual foi o resultado... porque eu não consigo perceber!"Pode alguém ser quem não é?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108298017293350449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108298017293350449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108298017293350449' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108263373693885999</id><published>2004-04-22T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:38:35.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será que hoje vai chover?E a dúvida remains...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108263373693885999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108263373693885999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263373693885999' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108250513941665765</id><published>2004-04-21T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:55:16.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...e é tão bom uma amizade assim,faz tão bem saber com quem contar...eu quero ir, para quem me quer tão bem... é bom para mim, é bom para ti, é bom para nós..."S. Godinho e os amigos do gaspar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108250513941665765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108250513941665765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108250513941665765' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108197746978532370</id><published>2004-04-14T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:20:41.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em resposta  aos comentários, que de resto, muito agradeço e aprecio (não fossem feitos por pessoas que tanto gosto!!), tenho algo a dizer:Eu não sou perfeita, e erro como qualquer ser humano, mas procuro de todas as formas evitar desiludir quem é meu amigo... porque os outros... os outros não interessam tanto!Também é verdade que, se eu for uma boa amiga, devo perdoar aqueles amigos que de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108197746978532370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108197746978532370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197746978532370' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108075060682808675</id><published>2004-03-31T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:04:45.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Amizade... essa palavra tão estranha, que me enche e me completa...Dá sentido à minha vida...E que me esgota e esvazia...Porquê?Uma palavra apenas dirão muitos... Um sentimento muito nobre dirão muitos mais... O mais nobre quiçá...Para mim é o significado... de tudo e de todos...Porque é o que realmente nos dá a vontade... o querer...A amizade não é suposto ser além barreiras? Além </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108075060682808675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108075060682808675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108075060682808675' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108074987360807547</id><published>2004-03-31T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:20:30.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai...(suspiro)...Quando a inspiração se vai, nunca sabemos quando estará disposta a voltar a casa...oh deus! Volta inspiração... volta! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108074987360807547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108074987360807547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074987360807547' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108066492694718087</id><published>2004-03-30T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:44:42.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>URGENTE:PROCURA-SE HISTÓRIA PARA UMA CURTA-METRAGEM.bREVE MAS INTERESSANTE, E DE PREFERÊNCIA COM UM CONFLITO.POR FAVOR ENVIEM AS VOSSAS IDEIAS PARA C_NEVES@MAIL.PTAGRADECIDAS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108066492694718087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108066492694718087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066492694718087' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108051691256083002</id><published>2004-03-29T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:38:13.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vale a pena visitar este blog... ele tem informação, animação e acima de tudo muita cor! Welcome back my friend! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108051691256083002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108051691256083002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108051691256083002' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-108025716286559979</id><published>2004-03-25T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T23:29:24.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou baralhada...Por vezes parece que eu é que estou errada... será mesmo assim? Desejo mil vezes que mo digam, prefiro ouvi-lo, que a descobrir por mim... que a dar com a cabeça na parede, por algo que parece tão estranho!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108025716286559979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/108025716286559979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108025716286559979' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107988278751956124</id><published>2004-03-21T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-21T15:28:54.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por vezes é complicado ganhar coragem... sinto-me orgulhosa de a ter encontrado!Boa Primavera para voçês (os poucos que ainda se dão ao trabalho de vir aqui espreitar :P )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107988278751956124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107988278751956124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988278751956124' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107973221000788643</id><published>2004-03-19T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:39:15.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A primavera está a chegar... de mansinho... preparem-se... faltam dois dias apenas!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107973221000788643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107973221000788643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973221000788643' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107928985498370086</id><published>2004-03-14T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T18:46:34.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem querer pensar muito, acabo por não o evitar... Como faço isto? Como faço aquilo? Será que me importe? Será que devo esquecer?Perdoar? Pedir perdão? Ouvir? Recusar?Vou ali? Ou vou por aqui? Tantas questões, com tantas respostas quantas as vidas paralelas que eu podia ter... mas só tenho uma, que reúne tudo o que optei... não me vou queixar... fui eu que determinei assim! Acho que podia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107928985498370086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107928985498370086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928985498370086' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107883845148429677</id><published>2004-03-09T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-09T13:23:06.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Embora sabendo que errar é humano, não me conformo com os meus erros!Mas os dias maus, são apenas e não passam disso mesmo, dias maus, aos quais irão, sem dúvida, suceder dias bons!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107883845148429677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107883845148429677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883845148429677' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107679386768607172</id><published>2004-02-14T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:27:30.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor e Sexo"Amor sem sexo,É amizadeSexo sem amor,É vontadeAmor é umSexo é doisSexo antes,Amor depoisSexo vem dos outros,E vai emboraAmor vem de nós,E demora"                          Rita LeeNão podia ser mais verdade!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107679386768607172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107679386768607172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679386768607172' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107675970971534008</id><published>2004-02-14T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T11:57:00.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aleluia!It´s over...:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107675970971534008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107675970971534008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107675970971534008' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107650702479474576</id><published>2004-02-11T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-11T13:45:32.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Está um lindo dia de sol... respirem fundo e sorriam! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107650702479474576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107650702479474576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650702479474576' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107641448582833270</id><published>2004-02-10T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-10T12:06:40.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dizem os entendidos que devo ter algumas destas características!!!Vejamos:"Os "ditos" são desastrados. Metem sempre o pé na argola: "Não estou a dizer que estás a ficar gordo, na verdade o peso extra fica-te bem. Foste feito para isso". Não é uma boa desculpa, mas vamos dar uma hipótese ao "dito". Eles não conseguem evitar serem brutalmente honestos. Não sabem quando calar-se. Não querem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107641448582833270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107641448582833270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641448582833270' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107598054718075036</id><published>2004-02-05T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-05T11:33:01.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to EarthTemos mesmo que ter os pés bem assentes na terra?"Eu tenho andado a pensar em nósjá que os teus pés não descolam do chão..."O. VioletaE a alma?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107598054718075036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107598054718075036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598054718075036' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107572627478187086</id><published>2004-02-02T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:53:34.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só porque me lembrei:Só não somos o que não queremos,mas por vezes somos aquilo que não queriamos ser...porque será?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107572627478187086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107572627478187086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107572627478187086' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107547622183077634</id><published>2004-01-30T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T15:25:38.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back again...É muito bom ir a casa, refrescar a alma, regressar ao carinho da família... Melhor ainda, voltar para aqui com um espírito fresco...:)A vida prega-nos muitas partidas, por vezes coisas boas... quando nada esperas, o pouco é muito bom!Voltei, e estou feliz... talvez dure pouco, mas a verdade é que devemos aproveitar estes momentos raros de consciência... pois muitas vezes não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107547622183077634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107547622183077634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547622183077634' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107520809346252608</id><published>2004-01-27T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-27T12:56:37.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lag...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107520809346252608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107520809346252608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520809346252608' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107486520355382238</id><published>2004-01-23T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:41:49.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"É só mais um dia mau"Dizem os Ornatos Violeta...Pois, que eu bem sei que um dia que começa bem demais, traz água no bico... agora quando um dia começa mal como é? Será que vai acabar bem? Don´t think so... Vou mergulhar a alma em Telemédia.. lá terá de ser!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107486520355382238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107486520355382238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107486520355382238' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107480872042792917</id><published>2004-01-22T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:00:08.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh tempo volta pra trás..."Porque as pessoas não são todas iguais, um beijo pa ti, outro pa ti, e tb para ti e para ti, ah! já me esquecia... para ti tb! Para todos os "ti", que merecem este beijo... e outros! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107480872042792917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107480872042792917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480872042792917' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107478557084270928</id><published>2004-01-22T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-22T15:36:06.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem ou mal, eu sou assim e isso não vai mudar!Sempre tentei ser verdadeira, mas o cuidado, por vezes, tornou as situações em autênticas peças de teatro...como se fosse um jogo...Estava errada, porque as cenas não se podem moldar... Se procurámos ser alguém que não existe, detruímos a nossa essência!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107478557084270928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107478557084270928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107478557084270928' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107470634817720018</id><published>2004-01-21T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:33:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more...when will it end?(Os exames claro!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107470634817720018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107470634817720018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470634817720018' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107455982023266063</id><published>2004-01-20T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:51:45.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...and he who forgets will be destined to remember..."Pearl Jam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107455982023266063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107455982023266063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455982023266063' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107448265575130222</id><published>2004-01-19T03:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-19T03:28:08.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje vai assim:...durmam bem! :)Ps: agora imaginem que no espaço em branco estão aquelas palavras que precisam de ler... é ao ritmo e sabor de cada um... deliciem-se a ouvir a vossa alma*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107448265575130222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107448265575130222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448265575130222' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107448228811965063</id><published>2004-01-19T03:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-19T03:19:49.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ne terra dos sonhos"Se queres ver o Mundo inteiro à tua alturaTens de olhar para fora, sem esqueceres que dentro é que é o teu lugarE se às duas por três vires que perdeste o balançoNão penses em descanso, está ao teu alcance, tens de o reencontrarNa terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a malNa terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igualNa terra dos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107448228811965063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107448228811965063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448228811965063' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107427210149233647</id><published>2004-01-16T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:58:44.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deambulações dos pensamentosE é tão bom quando, sem que necessitemos de dizer uma palavra sequer, um amigo vem e conforta o nosso cantinho...Sei que não estou sózinha! Sim eu sei...e tomara que todos soubessem, ou aliás, não estivessem de verdade!Porque a solidão, quando não é desejada, pode ser uma coisa muito terrível...Tinha tanta coisa que gostava de vos contar, de partilhar, mas no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107427210149233647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107427210149233647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427210149233647' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107396050692765535</id><published>2004-01-13T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T02:23:47.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...As palavras são como pedras..."Li isto na Aparição de V.Ferreira, num tempo que já não recordo...Por vezes as palavras conseguem atingir mais que muitas pedras! ;(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107396050692765535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107396050692765535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396050692765535' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107377452333269864</id><published>2004-01-10T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T22:44:48.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só porque não me sai da cabeça:"Há sempre alguém que nos diz tem cuidadohá sempre alguém que nos faz pensar um poucohá sempre alguém que nos faz faltahá...saudade!"TrovantePor vezes, até das pessoas que estão mesmo ao nosso lado, temos saudades!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107377452333269864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107377452333269864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107377452333269864' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107376253505845223</id><published>2004-01-10T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T22:04:22.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dos meus míseros textos, o mais recente para ser mais exacta, começa assim: "Porque a vida é feita de pequenos prazeres..." e bla bla bla...o texto não é um comentário a todos os pequenos prazeres, mas agora que penso nisso, bem que podia ter sido...Ontem, numa conversa que entrou pela noite dentro, e vagueou na madrugada da nossa memória ( a minha e a da M.), lembrámos os pequenos prazeres </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107376253505845223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107376253505845223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376253505845223' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107340465739358523</id><published>2004-01-06T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T02:38:16.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dá que pensar..."Não sou esperto nem brutonem bem nem mal educado:sou simplesmente o produtodo meio em que fui criado."                     António Aleixo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107340465739358523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107340465739358523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340465739358523' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107280348681641689</id><published>2003-12-30T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:20:38.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que 2004 seja um ano muito feliz para todos...Para as minhas meninas, a prendadinha, Maria C., V. Amorosa, e ainda a Sorridente P. umas entradas em grande e com o pé direito!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107280348681641689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107280348681641689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280348681641689' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107255919687728806</id><published>2003-12-27T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-27T21:08:18.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cidade: Braga, planeta: Terra...Pois, na Terra, mas mais parece Plutão (dizer Marte seria demasiado convencional!).Onde já se viu... fim de semana, inda por cima férias de natal... Braga!! Ai que raio! Não era aqui que eu devia estar... devia estar no Brasil, ou no México, ou sei lá! Talvez na minha terra natal... agora Braga???!!! Pronto ok, tou a exagerar... eu páro! Vou tomar café, talvez</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107255919687728806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107255919687728806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255919687728806' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107187257634043294</id><published>2003-12-19T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-19T22:26:09.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just feel like..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107187257634043294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107187257634043294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107187257634043294' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107166871746016078</id><published>2003-12-17T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:46:09.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parem um bocadinho... sim parem o que estão a fazer neste momento... bem primeiro leiam, mas depois parem por uns segundos, bem... uns minutos se possível!Olhem à vossa volta, observem bem o que vos rodeia. Não importa se não forem pessoas. Observem a disposição dos objectos. Questionem o que vos vier à cabeça. Se forem pessoas, mais interessante! Observem movimentos, diálogos, gestos e pequenos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107166871746016078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107166871746016078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107166871746016078' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107160074066191458</id><published>2003-12-16T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-16T18:54:26.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém me disse há poucos dias que não gostou muito de um texto que eu escrevi!A frase foi: "Eu sei que tu escreves melhor que isto, este texto não me prendeu na leitura."Fiquei a pensar por breves segundos, e num misto de indignação, e talvez tristeza, inconscientemente retorqui: "Obrigadinha pela desmotivação." Ao que a resposta imediata foi:" Isto deveria ser uma forma de te motivar ainda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107160074066191458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107160074066191458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160074066191458' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107136061396894135</id><published>2003-12-14T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T00:11:56.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hum... ok já sei isto tá a ficar um bocadito para o lamechas não é verdade?Sorry, deve ser do espírito natalício.. ou não!! :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107136061396894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107136061396894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136061396894135' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107136048543751634</id><published>2003-12-14T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-14T00:09:24.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jantares...um olhar discreto, um sorriso cúmplice...mais um copo de vinho verde, e uma gargalhada se segue!A chama de um isqueiro, que se partilha com gosto...uma fotografia do momento, para na parede recordar!Os amigos são assim... dão-nos olhares, e sorrisos, e carinhos... e são destes pequenos nadas que vamos construindo a nossa felecidade!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107136048543751634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107136048543751634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136048543751634' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107118155732436832</id><published>2003-12-11T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:35:11.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pequenas palavras...Pois é, pois é...quanto mais não seja, porque mostra o reconhecimento do que fazemos...Mais uma vez o mistério das pequenas coisas... para ti um xi coração...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107118155732436832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107118155732436832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107118155732436832' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107106451831747848</id><published>2003-12-10T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:56:21.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HojeUm dia cheio de sol!E hoje temos a ceia de natal... vai ser giro... acho que alguma força mágica da natureza hoje se lembrou de nós... hehehehA boa disposição volta depressa... heheheh ai o quinteto maravilha! :)Gosto muito de vocês trenguinhas... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107106451831747848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107106451831747848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106451831747848' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107100939664523766</id><published>2003-12-09T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:37:58.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não existe nada que não se atenue depois de uma boa noite de sono... os problemas não se resolvem, é um facto, mas a ira atenua, os ânimos arrefecem... tudo se torna mais claro!Temos de aprender a pôr para atrás das costas... eu não sei fazer isso muito bem... fico ali a magicar, a pensar se posso mudar algo... mas um dia todos perdemos a paciência com aquilo que teima em não mudar! e viramos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107100939664523766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107100939664523766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100939664523766' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107091148104284723</id><published>2003-12-08T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-08T19:26:10.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tudo é uma coisa só, e quando queremos alguma coisa, todo o universo conspira para que se realize o nosso desejo."    P.CoelhoAcredito na força do universo como se fosse religião... sei que se quisermos muito, acontece...Desejem então... muito... Ah e não se esqueçam... desejem para aqueles que mais precisam, e a quem os "senhores da terra" teimam em matar os sonhos... talvez se todos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107091148104284723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107091148104284723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091148104284723' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107064801944090715</id><published>2003-12-05T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:14:20.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje lembrei-me que há dois anos havia um jogo na internet que eu gostava muito... era o "alquimista"... perdia algum tempo com aquilo até me doerem os olhos... depois também me recordei das idas às compras no meu 1º ano de universidade... de que nos perdíamos sempre que queríamos sair à noite... nostalgia agradável, pois tenho saudades, mas sou feliz pelo momento de agora... espero daqui a 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107064801944090715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107064801944090715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107064801944090715' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107055812462228715</id><published>2003-12-04T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:16:04.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Há quem queira resolver os problemas do mundo inteiroDe uma só vez, confiante, tal e qual um bom escuteiroMas enquanto se perseguem tão nobres ideaisEsquecemo-nos de limpar os nossos quintaisTentamos combater todos os males da terraQuando afinal é na nossa casa que começa a guerraToda a gente devia parar de falar olhar para dentro e agir"Da Weasel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107055812462228715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107055812462228715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107055812462228715' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-107031740786221324</id><published>2003-12-01T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:27:00.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tu:Se te dissesse o que me vai na alma... Será que não o sabes? Iria jurar que finges não saber...É mais fácil assim não é? Tens medo de mim?Ironia esta... ficar magoado com as palavras que não ouço, quando eu próprio não as consigo proferir..."Li algures por aí...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107031740786221324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/107031740786221324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031740786221324' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106993740662836398</id><published>2003-11-27T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:52:02.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje o tempo anda a pregar umas partidas... acordo e está sol... saio de casa e está a chover... volto do café, e eis o meu espanto... sol once again! Olho agora a janela, algumas nuvens se aproximam... tudo num espaço reduzido de tempo...Será que o factor sol/chuva condicona realmente o nosso humor? Alguns dizem que sim... outros dizem que não! Eu concordo com os primeiros! :)Tenho a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106993740662836398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106993740662836398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993740662836398' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106993633953948167</id><published>2003-11-27T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:33:13.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A liberdade...ou a dependência?!"(...)Que a dependência é uma bestaQue dá cabo do desejoE a liberdade é uma malucaQue sabe quanto vale um beijo(...)"Jorge Palma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106993633953948167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106993633953948167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993633953948167' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106989160027394101</id><published>2003-11-27T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:07:35.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Não) pensem nisto..."O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo... Eu não tenho filosofia; tenho sentidos...Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por issoPorque quem ama nunca sabe o que amaNem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar... Amar é a eterna inocência,E a única </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106989160027394101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106989160027394101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989160027394101' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106989119820331674</id><published>2003-11-26T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:00:45.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss home...dôr de cabeça... não, não estou a respeitar as regras da gramática... paciência.. who cares? i don´t...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106989119820331674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106989119820331674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989119820331674' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106988854690489442</id><published>2003-11-26T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T23:16:28.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Eu não sou normal.Eu não quero ser igual!Isso é virar um homemQue eu não sou.(Sou) ouro em teu olhar.Serei o pai do teu prazer até ao diaEm que o amor for para nós:A ultima fatia.E se o trago é difícil,E a veia entope,Só nos resta a nós os dois:A hemorragia.Sobre esta forma de amar,Vai de uma forma de estar."  Ornatos Violeta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106988854690489442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106988854690489442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988854690489442' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106971766834099143</id><published>2003-11-24T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T23:48:56.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes I feel I know strangersbetter than I know my friendsWhy must a beginningbe the means to an end?"                   Ben Harper</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106971766834099143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106971766834099143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971766834099143' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106967744915495546</id><published>2003-11-24T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T23:23:00.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por vezes era bom ser uma bruxinha... para adivinhar o que se avizinha... hehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106967744915495546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106967744915495546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967744915495546' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106937481633816619</id><published>2003-11-21T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T12:36:58.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emoções...tristeza...beleza! Hoje fomos ao cinema... fui eu e a Madalena...Fomos ver aquele filme tão falado... um filme que está na prateleira dos... filmes de culto! A espectativa era grande, muito grande...e a verdade é que o filme correspondeu na perfeição! Uma história sobre o amor... aliás, três histórias de amor inspiradas no teatro de marionetas japonês. Um filme que tem tanto de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106937481633816619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106937481633816619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937481633816619' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106890831451956135</id><published>2003-11-15T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-15T14:58:55.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinceramente continuo sem entender!Porque é que gostamos de complicar o que não é assim tão difícil de perceber? Que mania a nossa de ir por estradas obtusas, quando ali ao lado temos uma estrasa novinha em folha, com condições five stars! Mas porquê?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106890831451956135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106890831451956135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890831451956135' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106876631977898442</id><published>2003-11-13T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:33:03.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para alguém que é nossa amiga:"Roendo uma laranja na falésiaOlhando um mundo azul à minha frenteOuvindo um rouxinol na redondezaNo calmo improviso do poenteEm baixo fogos trémulos nas tendasAo largo as águas brilham como pratasE a briza vai contando velhas lendasDe portos e baías de piratas"Rui Veloso</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106876631977898442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106876631977898442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876631977898442' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106874997407721944</id><published>2003-11-13T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:59:53.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenho a certeza de que é tão fácil ser feliz quando se saboreiam as pequenas coisas...:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106874997407721944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106874997407721944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874997407721944' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106857687762772473</id><published>2003-11-11T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:04:24.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Primeiro Dia "A principio é simples, anda-se sozinhopassa-se nas ruas bem devagarinhoestá-se bem no silêncio e no burburinhobebe-se as certezas num copo de vinhoe vem-nos à memória uma frase batidahoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vidaPouco a pouco o passo faz-se vagabundodá-se a volta ao medo, dá-se a volta ao mundodiz-se do passado, que está moribundobebe-se o alento num copo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106857687762772473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106857687762772473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106857687762772473' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106815789375404637</id><published>2003-11-06T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:35:28.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coisas estranhas...Por vezes acontecem coisas estranhas sem que saibamos lidar com elas... e essas coisas estranhas podem ser tanta coisa, como um gesto de um amigo, uma carta inesperada, ou um pensamento fora de contexto... podem ser coisas banais, ou não...O facto de não sabermos lidar com elas talvez resida na sua natureza imprevisível... sim, porque não sei se uma coisa previsível se pode </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106815789375404637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106815789375404637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815789375404637' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106815732563524625</id><published>2003-11-06T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:22:03.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenho a leve sensação que uma certa cabine telefónica, instalada hoje à porta da nossa residência, ainda vai dar muito que falar... ai tenho, tenho! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106815732563524625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106815732563524625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815732563524625' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106781422831369147</id><published>2003-11-02T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:05:06.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ciúme:de cios. m., zelos amorosos;emulação;inveja;Bot., nome dado a várias plantas da família das asclepiadáceas.""zelo do Lat. zelu &lt; Gr. zélos, fervor, emulaçãos. m., dedicação ardente;afeição íntima;desvelo;cuidado;interesse;pontualidade e diligência em qualquer serviço;(no pl.) ciúmes."Retirado do dicionário Priberam on-line.Estranho, mas a definição de ciúme vai ao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106781422831369147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106781422831369147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106781422831369147' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106755265208149546</id><published>2003-10-30T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:24:42.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arreeee!!!!Tá bem, eu sei que estou sempre a dizer que andar à chuva faz bem... mas santinho!!! Tanta chuva também não era necessária! Oh S.Pedro vê lá isso.. tás zangado com o mundo??!!! Desculpa... a gente vai portar-se bem! Agora manda um bocadinho de sol... só pa alegrar ok? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106755265208149546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106755265208149546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755265208149546' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-10675177133710789</id><published>2003-10-30T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:45:33.320Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idiot Prayer"This prayer is for you, my loveSent on the wings of a doveAn idiot prayer of empty wordsLove, dear, is strictly for the birdsWe each get what we deserveMy little snow white doveRest assured"by Nick CaveO "Love", é para os pássaros?? num será antes para os parvinhos? :)Para aqueles que vêem tudo verdinho? heheheKidding...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/10675177133710789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/10675177133710789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10675177133710789' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106751716633962691</id><published>2003-10-30T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:37:15.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dá que pensar!!Recebi isto por e-mail. e verdade ou não, dá que pensar!"A mente humana grava e executa tudo que lhe é enviado, seja através de palavras, pensamentos ou atos, seus ou de terceiros, sejam positivos ou negativos, basta que você os aceite. Um cientista de Phoenix - Arizona - queria provar essa teoria. Precisava de um voluntário que chegasse às últimas consequências. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106751716633962691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106751716633962691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751716633962691' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106727637525266391</id><published>2003-10-27T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:39:34.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chove lá fora...chove uma chuva de pingos grossos, mas não está frio... dá gosto!Experimentem, saiam de casa e sintam a chuva a correr na cara, a molhar as mãos... é a força da natureza que nos relembra que estamos vivos... muito vivos!Experimentem... sabe bem, lava-nos a alma!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106727637525266391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106727637525266391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727637525266391' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106720743945579338</id><published>2003-10-26T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-26T22:33:43.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106720743945579338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106720743945579338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720743945579338' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106701356310099308</id><published>2003-10-24T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:40:28.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fim de semana!Fazem-se as malas, volta-se para junto da família... o aconchego da nossa casa, onde vivemos tempos tão importantes! Por momentos os estudos ficam de lado, esquecemos a cidade que nos acolheu para estudar e passar uns tempos , que me parecem infinitos, e sossegamos um bocadinho...Mas os dias passam tão rápido, com uma pressa tão apressada, que não tarda, abandonámos a dita cidade</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106701356310099308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106701356310099308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701356310099308' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106677293944924135</id><published>2003-10-21T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T17:13:34.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Pensar incomoda como andar à chuva..."Hoje não choveu...absti-me de pensar... pronto confesso, pensei um cadinho... mas em coisas boas, em cheiros de Outono...Está um tempo de invejar... e apetecia-me ter trabalhado um pedaço de barro.. moldá-lo à minha vontade, porque é bom quando podemos trabalhar em algo que está em bruto, e com a nossa destreza e carinho, torna-lo numa linda peça!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106677293944924135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106677293944924135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677293944924135' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106668694269666674</id><published>2003-10-20T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:30:33.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu não entendo...nunca vão espreitar o meu blog mais jornalístico!!!Eu queria ser jornalista...é verdade, foi por isso que percorri este caminho... podiam ir lá espreitar!!! hehehe não conto nada de novo é verdade, mas sempre tento ir usando o referido blog como ferramenta de aprendizagem!(www.decorrerdotempo.blogspot.com)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106668694269666674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106668694269666674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668694269666674' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106666672185986931</id><published>2003-10-20T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T17:19:31.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esquadros (1992)Adriana Calcanhotto"Eu ando pelo mundo prestando atenção Em cores que eu não sei o nome Cores de Almodóvar Cores de Frida Kahlo, coresPasseio pelo escuroEu presto muita atenção no que meu irmão ouveE como uma segunda pele, um calo, uma cascaUma cápsula protetoraEu quero chegar antesPra sinalizar o estar de cada coisaFiltrar seus grausEu ando pelo mundo divertindo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106666672185986931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106666672185986931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666672185986931' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106634846654271674</id><published>2003-10-17T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T00:54:41.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They say if you love somebodythen you've got to set them free..."  ben harperDo we?Por vezes é tão complicado distinguir a fronteira das liberdades...dos direitos que nos são devidos!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106634846654271674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106634846654271674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106634846654271674' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106599234319196809</id><published>2003-10-12T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:06:38.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "guilty pleasures"  "That's a really nice soundThat's a nice soundThat's what I call a nice soundWanting missing, having letting, knowing forgetting, showing climbing, fallingsucking,breathing lying, loosing missingYou make me feelHappy clumsy, angry rash, cripple silly, little smaller, taller witty, hasty sexy,weary uglyYou make me feelIn there neither, someone several, all round in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106599234319196809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106599234319196809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106599234319196809' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106581986139313120</id><published>2003-10-10T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T18:51:32.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando o "ter que ser" tem muita força... Por vezes até não queríamos que assim fosse...ter de deixar algo para tráz, algo que até gostavamos de fazer, ou de ter... mas se tem que ser!Já dizia a música "o que será, será! whatever will be, will be!"...Nem sempre consigo acreditar no destino, porque acho que se isso existe, somos nós que o construímos, nas nossas decisões diárias. Mas talvez </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106581986139313120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106581986139313120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581986139313120' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106572582382259080</id><published>2003-10-09T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T23:15:10.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artigo 5° "Ninguém será submetido a tortura nem a penas ou tratamentos cruéis, desumanos ou degradantes." Este é o 5º artigo da Declaração Universal dos Direitos do Homem! Irónico não? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106572582382259080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106572582382259080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572582382259080' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106572122735032208</id><published>2003-10-09T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:28:05.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almas... Esta fotografia foi tirada pelo Diogo...o Diogo é um amigo... e o Diogo diz que esta fotografia é abstracta, não tem título...Eu achei esta fotografia tão profunda que não pude deixar de a publicar aqui..Este copos parecem-me a metáfora de duas almas gémeas, que se acompanham numa calma tão misteriosa como perversa...foi um pensamento...só isso! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106572122735032208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106572122735032208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572122735032208' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106501074963535858</id><published>2003-10-01T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:18:02.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Animal que ama a sangue frio..."Tu nunca choras ao ver sangueTu nunca sangras quando sofresGuardas a dor dentro do cofreSe algu&amp;eacutem decifra o segredoE se pica no teu ferr&amp;atildeo azedoTu lambes-lhe o sangue do dedoTu nunca choras ao ver sangueTu nunca ficas transparente&amp;Eacutes daquela ra&amp;ccedila t&amp;atildeo raraQue tem no olhar o gelo quenteSe algu&amp;eacutem te atinge o cora&amp;ccedil</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106501074963535858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106501074963535858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501074963535858' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106475939744543984</id><published>2003-09-28T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:33:32.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>H&amp;aacutebitos...que magoam!“You could have spared me so much misery and told me you just wanted a friend.'cause believe me, there's a difference when you mean it and when you pretend.Or was I just your habit.'cause I know a habit is a hard thing to break.But won't you spare me a little mercy, there's only so much that I can take.”Ben HarperN&amp;atildeo obstante a sua voz ser linda, as letras</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106475939744543984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106475939744543984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106475939744543984' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106460317115365410</id><published>2003-09-26T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:36:09.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mournersParading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind so you never know Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun And much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106460317115365410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106460317115365410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106460317115365410' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106448804459990917</id><published>2003-09-25T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T12:14:44.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isto de ir para a Universidade &amp;agraves 8h da madrugada, para n&amp;atildeo ter aula n&amp;atildeo &amp;eacute nada agrad&amp;aacutevel! Mas, por&amp;eacutem, todavia, contudo...hoje provocou um pensamento algo pertinente, enquanto regressava ensonada para casa. A teoria dos opostos, ou dos contr&amp;aacuterios! Parece b&amp;aacutesico, algo demasiado banal, mas na verdade &amp;eacute t&amp;atildeo importante termos consci&amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448804459990917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448804459990917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448804459990917' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106448379808896771</id><published>2003-09-25T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T21:22:34.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem encontrei num caderno antigo a seguinte cita&amp;ccedil&amp;atildeo:"O sil&amp;ecircncio &amp;eacute, muitas vezes, o fundo de onde sobressai a palavra ou outra forma de express&amp;atildeo. Da mesma maneira que, por vezes, &amp;eacute a palavra que constitui o fundo e o sil&amp;ecircncio emerge como figura, como forma fundamental de, no momento, comunicar algo. O sil&amp;ecircncio nem sempre &amp;eacute uma pausa, um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448379808896771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448379808896771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448379808896771' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106448039955277187</id><published>2003-09-25T09:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:59:58.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Se a palavra que vais dizer não é mais bela do que o silêncio, não a digas" Parábola Sufi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448039955277187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448039955277187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448039955277187' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831907.post-106448022894050606</id><published>2003-09-25T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:57:37.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Embora lave o medo que h&amp;aacute do fim,A chuva apaga o fogo que h&amp;aacute em mim.Oiço a voz de quem me quer tão bem,E fico a ver se a chuva a ouvir&amp;aacute tamb&amp;eacutem."                                                      Ornatos Violeta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448022894050606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831907/posts/default/106448022894050606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aopassodachuva.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448022894050606' title=''/><author><name>carla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07711094759909722983</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></entry></feed>
