<?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-25191682</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:27.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Som do Silêncio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-2802726026166191731</id><published>2011-01-31T20:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:38:06.179Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/TUcVWr196EI/AAAAAAAAB94/GoC-2sXEbRQ/s1600/6168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568442943737292866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/TUcVWr196EI/AAAAAAAAB94/GoC-2sXEbRQ/s400/6168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; A sério que gosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando sorris não precisas dizer-me mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O teu sorriso é a porta para eu ler-te por completo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existem sorrisos e sorrisos, é um facto, mas a experiência ao longo dos anos, ensinou-me a ler os sorrisos que me rodeiam...e como é fácil percebê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O teu não, é simples. é terno, sincero, tão fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Basta sorrires, e todo o meu eu é atingido por uma energia tão positiva, que deixo cair por terra as coisas que podem atormentar a minha mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sei também como te fazer sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Basta seres tu" dizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quanto a isso, que mais poderei dizer? Sou como sou, com as minhas coisas boas...as más, mas tudo misturado, resultam na pessoa que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568446799759951906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/TUcY3IpaSCI/AAAAAAAAB-I/7Rc2mQZK93M/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sabes, sei que muitas vezes não te fiz sorrir, mas tudo teve a sua razão de ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um dia, quando fores pai, perceberás o que te quero dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Muitas foram as vezes que em vez de sorrisos me deste lágrimas, mas foram essas mesmas lágrimas que fazem de ti a pessoa maravilhosa que hoje és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O teu sorriso é a minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tu és a minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amo-te filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(hoje coloco um tema que sei que adoras...e que eu ADORO ouvir-te a cantar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Este meu espaço, sempre foi sítio onde depositei pensamentos, fantasias, escrevi tantas histórias, e estava a custar-me não conseguir escrever absolutamente nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nunca me passou pela cabeça eliminar o blog...confesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Foi bom também saber que quem me lia sentiu de certa forma a ausência. Recebi diversos mails a questionar o meu desaparecimento, a pedir para não deixar de escrever...mas sinceramente não conseguia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O tempo é um grande amigo sem dúvida alguma, e foi neste tempo, que consegui colocar de novo a minha cabeça em ordem, organizar a minha vida, os meus sentimentos, e seguir em frente, com uma condicionante. Sinto que estou mais forte psicologicamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cresci bastante, aprendi muito, sofri muito, mas consegui ficar de pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por isso, é com uma grande alegria que estou neste momento a escrever...e sei que o vou continuar a fazer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A todos(as) o meu carinho e o meu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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MAGNÍFICO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eles vão estar até dia 14 no Casino de Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não percam a oportunidade de ver, isto se ainda existirem bilhetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A-D-O-R-E-I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-6317554952673457095?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/6317554952673457095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=6317554952673457095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/6317554952673457095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/6317554952673457095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2010/02/depois-de-um-dia-horrivel-onde-estive.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-9114488350163965356</id><published>2010-02-16T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:28:41.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S3q-Jj4_mtI/AAAAAAAAB8M/FjiNV78CPrc/s1600-h/3476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438868571465685714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S3q-Jj4_mtI/AAAAAAAAB8M/FjiNV78CPrc/s400/3476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Máscaras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Usamos tantas vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Houve um tempo em que eu dizia &lt;em&gt;"quem gosta, gosta, quem não gosta...azar".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tive que mudar um pouco esse meu ponto de vista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não deixo de ser quem sou, apenas agora, só me mostro a quem quero e quando quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, e como sou obrigada a viver em sociedade e em &lt;em&gt;"boa harmonia",&lt;/em&gt; coloco a minha máscara do&lt;em&gt; "está tudo bem".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A nível profissional resulta na perfeição, pois ando sempre bem disposta e ninguém precisa saber como está o meu verdadeiro eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O que sinto, só a mim diz respeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nas situações que por vezes nos são impostas e que não podemos dizer mesmo "&lt;em&gt;não posso ir&lt;/em&gt;", aí, mais uma vez, a máscara é a solução. Lá estamos, a marcar a presença, a fazer que ouvimos (acenando com a cabeça) o que o tal fulano(a) está a dizer (correndo o risco de ele nos perguntar a opinião e a nossa resposta ser "&lt;em&gt; hein? Ahhh sim, claro, concordo&lt;/em&gt;"), e cumprimentar com o&lt;em&gt; "tal sorriso mecanizado"&lt;/em&gt; pessoas que nunca vimos na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A nível pessoal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bem, aí a coisa muda...e é de pessoa para pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu já a usei, por vezes uso...e não posso dizer que nunca mais a vou deixar de usar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como? Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Simples. (pelo menos para mim é)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Resume-se a uma palavra. Protecção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Agora cada um faz o juízo que quiser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Felizmente temos as pessoas em quem confiamos e que nos conhecem sem a máscara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Com essas pessoas rimos, choramos, partilhamos...mas acima de tudo...vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-9114488350163965356?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/9114488350163965356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=9114488350163965356&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/9114488350163965356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/9114488350163965356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2010/02/mascaras.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S3q-Jj4_mtI/AAAAAAAAB8M/FjiNV78CPrc/s72-c/3476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-3830914666341285170</id><published>2010-02-04T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:27:22.248Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S2tSlCf3muI/AAAAAAAAB8E/fPwbwnaKWFI/s1600-h/245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434528171631811298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S2tSlCf3muI/AAAAAAAAB8E/fPwbwnaKWFI/s400/245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S2tRq2ugrTI/AAAAAAAAB78/SWUPvAJ6-Jc/s1600-h/5129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A nossa capacidade é extraordinária..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nos diversos estados em que nos encontramos, somos capazes de ver o que nunca vimos, sentir sem tocar e chegamos mesmo a ouvir aquilo que não nos é dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Criamos fantasias, realizamos filmes, criamos argumentos, somos protagonistas, enfim, acabamos por ser dotados de um número de capacidades extaordinárias, que se resumem apenas a uma simples palavra. Querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, (in)conscientemente damos largas à nossa imaginação, e por breves momentos os nossos cinco sentidos exercem sobre nós uma sensação clara, tão nítida que nos deixamos levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fechamos os olhos e sentimos o toque no corpo, saboreamos o beijo, ouvimos os sussuros ao ouvido, sentimos o odor emanado e vemos o que queremos ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E tudo isto porquê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Porque o querer por vezes se sobrepõe à realidade. Tudo se resume ao querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E eu quero tanto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tantas vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-3405096178428472929?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/3405096178428472929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=3405096178428472929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/3405096178428472929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/3405096178428472929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-escrevi-diversas-vezes-que-gosto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S2c1IgEpW4I/AAAAAAAAB70/DNtfWwHb8dQ/s72-c/fivemilesout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-7203632517048374552</id><published>2010-01-23T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:04:16.029Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S1o51Mmn0_I/AAAAAAAAB7k/nRGyV5QK3iQ/s1600-h/6237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429715886827623410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S1o51Mmn0_I/AAAAAAAAB7k/nRGyV5QK3iQ/s400/6237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/S1o5q4C0cxI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Sz2QgFUP2xM/s1600-h/6240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deixo-me levar neste bailado de pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sinto-me a planar em emoções que não as sei explicar,apenas as sei sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sou envolvida por uma sensação de serenidade que me acalma e que me liberta de todas as limitações a que sou de certa forma imposta diariamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixo-me levar....somente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Preciso de sentir que as minhas necessidades são verdadeiras e não apenas fruto da minha imaginação, pois por vezes penso que preciso...quando na verdade acaba por ser somente um desejo, mas que não me satisfaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deixo-me levar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gosto desta sensação de levitação onde o meu corpo é conduzido para algures. Não sinto medo nem receio do desconhecido, pelo contrário, sinto-me segura, pois sei que me leva a bom porto, pois ninguém melhor que ele sabe onde posso serenar e deixar-me envolver pelos meus pensamentos e onde exerço a minha necessidade de meditação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixo-me levar...e gosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Bastante!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Consciente&lt;/span&gt; que alguns actos me podem levar a erros, mas sem eles não poderia aprender e dizer "ok, já não volto a fazer isto", e claro voltar a agir &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(in)conscientemente&lt;/span&gt; em determinadas situações que me oferecem momentos de puro delírio, mas que se lixe, eu gosto de sentir a adrenalina....! Se me apetece...faço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Directa&lt;/span&gt; é outra faceta que jamais mudarei. Quem gosta....gosta, que não gosta, azar. Já ganhei muito por ser assim, mas admito que também já tive o reverso da medalha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não tenho que mostrar o que não sou, para garantir objectivos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eterno coração de manteiga&lt;/span&gt; serei sempre, raios!!! Quem me conhece sabe que é verdade. Basta um pequeno gesto, uma palavra...e pronto, derreto-me, o que acaba por vezes por contrastar com a imagem que várias pessoas têm de mim, ou seja " a durona". Totalmente falso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desconfiada&lt;/span&gt;....hummmm.....sou. A vida ocupou-se de me ensinar a sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teimosa&lt;/span&gt;! Do pior! Mas quando me provam o contrário, sou a primeira a dar o braço a torcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rancorosa&lt;/span&gt;, não sou, embora tenha consciência que pode por vezes parecer que sim, mas após "análise", sei que não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Impaciente&lt;/span&gt;. Sou, por vezes pareço uma míuda a roer as unhas quando espero algo que quero muito e nunca mais acontece..., mas tenho a minha dose de paciência, confesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Observadora&lt;/span&gt;. Sou, bastante. Registo o que se passa à minha volta, quer sejam lugares, pessoas, palavras, etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ponderada&lt;/span&gt;? Nem sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bem disposta&lt;/span&gt;? Ahhhhh isso sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dose de loucura&lt;/span&gt;? Nannnnn.....e era mesmo eu que ía contar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Orgulhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;? Sou sim, por vezes, e digo várias vezes tambem que tenho orgulho no meu orgulho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bem, poderia enumerar muito mais, (ohhhhhh se tenho muitos mais...)mas....não quero!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....... &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-7725321596983012464?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/7725321596983012464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=7725321596983012464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7725321596983012464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7725321596983012464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-coisas-fantasticas-nao-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-7019311108874390536</id><published>2009-12-23T20:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:00:25.287Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SzJx8TE6ogI/AAAAAAAAB58/m53aJQ18TzU/s1600-h/6194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418518582407111170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SzJx8TE6ogI/AAAAAAAAB58/m53aJQ18TzU/s400/6194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não quero entrar no rol das frases feitas que todos os anos são elaboradas nesta época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assim, vou ser muito directa e o mais sincera possível, sem grandes rodeios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por favor, tenham muito cuidado nas estradas, pois infelizmente nesta época as coisas ficam sempre muito complicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu sei...todos dizemos" mas eu tenho cuidado", mas meus amigos(as)...não se esqueçam que existem sempre os "outros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo a todos vós um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;de preferência com os que mais amam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Com amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Som do Silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-8916312978672068701?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/8916312978672068701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=8916312978672068701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8916312978672068701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8916312978672068701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sy1ryPN2YII/AAAAAAAAB50/BcO5o5Dxd8U/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-2806565027014868213</id><published>2009-12-09T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:13:15.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SyAO5yRbx6I/AAAAAAAAB5o/V4GWBrBEUQ0/s1600-h/00a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413343138009565090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SyAO5yRbx6I/AAAAAAAAB5o/V4GWBrBEUQ0/s400/00a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Faz-me sentir bem quando liberto por vezes todas as minhas ansiedades, desconfianças, preocupações ou mesmo emoções e concentro-me unicamente em procurar a paz de espírito, que necessito para o meu bem estar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por vezes é preciso baixar um pouco as barreiras impostas por nós, pois são de tal modo intransponíveis que além de não deixar transparecer o que realmente sentimos, acabamos por nos fechar tanto, que se torna quase difícil demonstrar o que na verdade somos...o que na realidade ansiamos...o que realmente queremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nem sempre somos tão fortes como aparentamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nem sempre sou tão forte como aparento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E por vezes preciso de tão pouco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-2806565027014868213?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/2806565027014868213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=2806565027014868213&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/2806565027014868213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/2806565027014868213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/12/faz-me-sentir-bem-quando-liberto-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SyAO5yRbx6I/AAAAAAAAB5o/V4GWBrBEUQ0/s72-c/00a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-630036190985510753</id><published>2009-12-04T20:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:22:25.857Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sxlr-y41noI/AAAAAAAAB5g/D5rfQ-XwOI8/s1600-h/1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411475153818590850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sxlr-y41noI/AAAAAAAAB5g/D5rfQ-XwOI8/s400/1600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; É o que me apetece!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;GRITAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me gritar até ficar sem voz, sem forças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me explodir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me mostrar o meu lado obsceno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me dizer tudo aquilo que nunca digo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me fazer todas as asneiras que sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me partir tudo pelo simples facto de destruir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me magoar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me ser má!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me mostrar que também sei quando é preciso ser cínica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me ouvir esta música que sempre odiei para dizer "que merda de música, que me complica os nervos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me dizer FODA-SE para isto tudo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apetece-me porque estou de mau humor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(amanhã isto passa-me....mas hoje estou assim! Também tenho direito!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Até amanhã, então!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-630036190985510753?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/630036190985510753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=630036190985510753&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/630036190985510753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/630036190985510753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-o-que-me-apetece.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sxlr-y41noI/AAAAAAAAB5g/D5rfQ-XwOI8/s72-c/1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-4515621874099261362</id><published>2009-11-28T15:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:10:57.038Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SxE8kCuDxcI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/b9-_drBFCM4/s1600/2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409171217351689666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SxE8kCuDxcI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/b9-_drBFCM4/s400/2233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Yeap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje apeteces-me assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Apetites!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes dá-me para isto....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....e não é que gosto?????)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4515621874099261362?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4515621874099261362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4515621874099261362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4515621874099261362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4515621874099261362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeap.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SxE8kCuDxcI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/b9-_drBFCM4/s72-c/2233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-8900703576073909387</id><published>2009-11-24T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:18:06.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SwxPGNZE8EI/AAAAAAAAB5I/HxTepF2u74c/s1600/6086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407784220657774658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SwxPGNZE8EI/AAAAAAAAB5I/HxTepF2u74c/s400/6086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Não me perguntes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nem eu mesma sei onde encontro forças para lutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando se luta com algo que já se sabe à partida que é difícil ganhar, apenas o querer me faz continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não me perguntes, peço-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As únicas armas que disponho são a minha serenidade e a minha vontade de não te perder, e com elas ando a travar lutas terríficas, que me fazem sangrar em cada palavra que te digo...em cada olhar que te ofereço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vozes exteriores me dirão que é uma luta inglória, mas o que sinto só eu sei, o que sofro só eu sinto...mas não posso baixar os braços sem pelo menos tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Porque me olhas assim?"&lt;/em&gt; pergunta constante...à qual respondo &lt;em&gt;"Porque amo-te muito".&lt;/em&gt; E é verdade, não retiro uma única palavra, talvez me falte é a coragem de dizer muitas mais...gritar até não ter voz..., mas esta minha luta não me permite dizer mais nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sou trespassada pela dor, mas a dor que terei se não te tiver é maior. Se serei merecedora da tua pessoa? Posso não ser, mas só posso avaliar pelo que sinto no momento, e neste momento, sinto que tenho que lutar mais do que nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não me perguntes....imploro! Se insistires, acabarei por desarmar as minhas defesas....e sei que no momento vou perder-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Peço-te....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Suplico-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-8900703576073909387?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/8900703576073909387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=8900703576073909387&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8900703576073909387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8900703576073909387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-me-perguntes.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SwxPGNZE8EI/AAAAAAAAB5I/HxTepF2u74c/s72-c/6086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-2424556110466499295</id><published>2009-11-14T23:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:34:44.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sv873VkcQJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/DewoK647J3w/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404103899736719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sv873VkcQJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/DewoK647J3w/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando não consigo colocar em palavras aquilo que penso, aquilo que sinto....irrita-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como conseguirei escrever o turbilhão de emoções que habitam em mim? Como consigo escrever por exemplo, as dúvidas que por vezes sinto? O que fica aqui são meras palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como consigo escrever a revolta que por vezes sinto? Sim...ficam palavras escritas, mas e o sentimento? E como conseguirei escrever a amizade, o amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;São palavras escritas apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De facto quando se escreve um texto, ele é feito de emoções e sentimentos, mas falta o essencial. Falta o toque, o cheiro, o arrepio, o sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Será que alguma vez conseguirei escrever algo que retrate exactamente os meus pensamentos, as minha alegrias, as minhas tristezas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(sinto-me sem inspiração, e depois escrevo isto....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-7673232875664532078?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/7673232875664532078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=7673232875664532078&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7673232875664532078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7673232875664532078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SvTLsXTXR4I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/dl0ptXMPrqQ/s72-c/12a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-8030074991248491395</id><published>2009-10-18T12:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:27:06.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393883273614955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/StrsQmO9lKI/AAAAAAAAB1w/wLQ7R-yaqHA/s400/Texas+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Olá, bom dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje lá consegui vir ao pc da minha dona. Já estava com saudades, pois já faz bastante tempo que não vinha dar o ar da minha graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pois bem, vou contar porque é que a minha dona tem andado a escrever tão pouco...Eu fui de férias com a minha dona, e adorei. Mas, nos últimos dias alguma coisa começou a correr menos bem, e a minha dona começou a ficar um pouco apreensiva comigo. Primeiro pensou que foi alguma coisa que eu comi e que depois passava. Quando regressámos a casa, embora eu estivesse aparentemente bem, a minha dona continuava a achar que alguma coisa não estava bem. E tinha razão...Durante quase um mês, ela andou comigo por clínicas veterinárias, hospitais, e ninguém lhe dizia nada que a conseguisse convencer. As análises diziam que eu tinha uma pancreatite, e andei a fazer um tratamento durante uns dias para ver se a coisa ficava melhor. A verdade é que eu continuava na mesma. Embora tivesse sempre vontade de andar a brincar, por vezes sentia-me agoniado, mal disposto, com vómitos, e disso deixava a minha dona de rastos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fez na sexta feira duas semanas, ela já estava como direi??? "passada" e decidiu ir ao sítio que já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me tinha levado em pequenino - Faculdade de Medicina Veterinária - e onde fui operado a um tumor que me apareceu na bochecha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Percebi logo que ela estava muito nervosa...pois ela sempre soube que na minha raça, é normal aparecerem tumores e problemas de coração, e o pior, é que ela sabe também que a duração de vida dos boxers não é como as outras raças, ou seja, vivemos aproximadamente até aos 10/11 anos se tudo correr bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Na consulta, um médico virou-me ao contrário, mas adorou-me, e só dizia aos estagiários que assistiam "vejam bem, isto é que o chamamos um paciente excelente, mesmo 5 estrelas". Deixei que ele me fizesse tudo, e até lhe dei beijinhos. Eu sabia que era importante ele fazer-me todos os exames, pois conhecendo a minha dona como conheço, sabia que ela não ía sair de lá sem lhe dizerem alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No final, ele disse que eu poderia alguns problemas, e que só poderia confirmar depois de fazer rx, ecografia e análises. A minha dona perguntou "mas que problemas ele pode ter Dr?", e quando ele disse o que suspeitava, vi que a minha dona ficou logo com lágrimas nos olhos, mas eu dei-lhe um beijinho grande para ela perceber que eu estava disposto a fazer tudo para se saber o que se passava. Lá marcámos a ecografia para uma semana depois, e fiz na altura vários rx e análises. Ela perguntou "mas porquê tantos rx?", ao que lhe responderam "se ele tiver um tumor, e se já estiver nos pulmões, nem vale a pena abrir, por isso vamos já confirmar". Ela ficou num silêncio brutal, e ajudou os médicos a fazerem-me os exames, mesmo com eles a dizerem "Dona, deixe que nós fazemos", mas ela fez sempre questao de ajudar e eles perceberam que não valia a pena dizerem mais nada. Lá andava ela de bata e colete no meio dos médicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Até terem os resultados, não saí do colo dela. É verdade. Tenho 33 kg e fiquei no colo dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bem, foram minutos desesperantes para ela, e confesso que para mim também, pois não estava a achar muita piada ao que se estava a passar. Ela só acalmou um pouco quando ouviu "Texas, rapaz, estás com os pulmões bem limpinhos, as análises estão bem, o que é muito bom sinal, agora só falta fazer a ecografia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saímos de lá, e vi o esforço que a minha dona fez para não chorar. Vínhamos no carro e ela sempre a dizer ´"ohhhh meu lindo, está tudo bem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Foi uma semana horrível para ela, eu sei disso. Quando chegou o dia da ecografia (sexta feira dia 9), ela fez questão de estar junto do médico e dos estagiários. Ele lá começou a ver-me, e depois disse o que ela não queria ouvir. Que eu tinha um tumor que tinha que ser retirado o mais rápido possível, pois embora ainda não estivesse a fazer mal, poderia complicar daqui a uns tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ela ficou sem pinga de sangue, e eu, confesso que fiquei assustado, pois só de pensar na hipótese de não estar junto dela, assusta-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lá marcámos para esta quinta feira que passou a operação para dia 15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Foram uns dias angustiantes. O fim de semana foi normal, mas eu sentia-a mal. Ela fazia anos na terça feira, mas não estava com vontade de fazer nada. Tive que a obrigar a colocar um post no dia de anos, mas ela não queria. Eu bem que tentava roubar-lhe um sorriso, mas ela não estava bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chegou então o dia 15. Ela foi deixar-me na Faculdade para ser operado. Mais uma vez, ela foi arranjar forças não sei onde, para não ir abaixo, mas quando o cirurgião lhe diz "vá, pode despedir-se dele, que depois damos notícias. Já agora, não se esqueça de preencher lá fora o termo de responsabilidade, pois embora façamos tudo para correr bem, pode sempre acontecer alguma coisa. Mas da minha parte, vou fazer tudo para ter o seu Texas de volta". Bem, eu quando ouvi aquilo fiquei mesmo assustado, e então, desci na marquesa, sentei-me em frente da minha dona, coloquei uma pata no ombro dela, depois a outra pata e abracei-a. Ela fez o mesmo, e percebi que estava a chorar. Dei-lhe uma lambidela na face, e ela olhou para mim e percebeu que eu lhe disse "vem buscar-me depois dona, que eu vou ajudar o médico a tratar de mim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E assim foi. Ela lá foi e eu fui decidido a tirar esta coisa que me estava a fazer mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sei que a minha dona chorou bastante. Senti o tempo todo o pensamento dela em mim, e sei que o carinho, dedicação que sentimos um pelo outro, ajudou na operação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por volta das duas, o médico telefona para a minha dona a dizer "Olá! tenho aqui um rapaz simpático e bem disposto a olhar para mim, a certificar-se que estou a ligar-lhe para dizer que a operação correu muito bem". Para ela ouvir, ladrei. O médico contou-me que ela mal conseguia falar ao telefone :))) A minha dona tem destas coisas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ela disse que ía logo ter comigo, embora o médico tenha dito que não sabia se eu podia sair logo, pois para todos os efeitos, tinha sido operado umas horas antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando eu vi, ao final da tarde a entrar no internamento, até esqueci a operação, as ligaduras, aquele colar que nos colocam. Abanei-me de tal forma que os enfermeiros até se riram! Ela nem ouvia o que eles lhe diziam, pois só estava a dizer para lhe deixarem fazer-me festinhas. :))) e como eu gosto das festinhas dela!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O médico disse "olhe, pelo que estamos a ver, ele pode sair. Tem que ter cuidado com ele, claro, e se algo acontecer, venha logo cá". Ela disse que sim, que tudo bem, e quando me deixaram sair...ai, que bom!!!!! A minha dona de novo comigo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Escusado será dizer que me estou a portar mesmo muito bem. Ela só me coloca o colar quando vou dormir, pois eu prometi que se ela me tirasse durante o dia eu me portava bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não posso dizer que já está tudo a 100%, pois aquilo foi para análise, e só sabemos daqui a uns dias, mas qualquer que seja o resultado, sei e sinto que vamos tratar do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ando bem disposto, já voltei a ter o meu excelente apetite, e embora a minha dona só descanse quando souber o resultado, pelo menos já a sinto um pouco mais aliviada, pois estavam a dizer que se calhar tinham que me tirar mais coisas, e afinal de contas, não foi preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vamos aguardar e acima de tudo acreditar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393894252741399234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Str2PqqsEsI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/Ilx8Kv3P8Z4/s400/SLB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Esta foi a razão, pela qual a minha dona, desde que regressou das férias, não tem escrito muito. Acredito que vai voltar a fazê-lo, mas também sei que isso só deverá acontecer quando ela souber os resultados. Pela minha parte, vou fazer tudo o que por preciso, para voltar a colocar-lhe o sorriso que tanto gosto de ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Agora vou sair do pc, pois daqui a pouco ela vem aqui e depois ela não me deixa estar aqui, porque diz que eu só quero estar na net! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Coisas da minha dona! Dou notícias depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Woooffff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Texas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Penso que nunca falhei nenhum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Já ouvi várias vezes "&lt;em&gt;é sempre a mesma coisa, ele é horrível, etc etc etc",&lt;/em&gt; mas a verdade é que eu gosto mesmo muito desta série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Primeiro, porque já conheço a carreira do Hugh Laurie aos anos. Desde as pequenas interpretações em pequenos filmes, passando por filmes de melhor qualidade até à brilhante personagem que nos ofereceu em The Black Adder, com o hilariante Princípe George/Princípe Regente e o Tenente George.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É um actor excelente, a meu ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390739422403435714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Ss_A8X0NHMI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/hMi2oLX46-8/s400/vicodinhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Em Dr. House, a sua actuação é fantástica! O cinismo, arrogância, o humor negro, é algo que me deixa maravilhada com a personagem. A sua dependência do Vicodin é feita de forma soberba, da mesma forma que em alguns episódios mostra de forma muito camuflada que afinal de contas o Dr. House também tem sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sou de tal fora forma viciada nesta série, que andei a contar os dias que faltavam para a 6º temporada entrasse em cena nos EUA. Escusado será dizer que no dia a seguir já estava a ver o dito episódio. FANTÁSTICO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Agora, todas as segundas feiras (dia em que dá nos EUA) são uma irritação, pois tenho que esperar pela terça feira para ver o que se vai passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Confesso que estava um pouco apreensiva com o arranque da 6º temporada, mas felizmente, está a superar as minhas expectativas. Ainda ontem estive a ver o 3º episódio (por motivos alheios só o consegui ver ontem), e está brilhante!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Em Portugal está anunciado para breve a exibição desta nova temporada, mas não consegui esperar :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, só posso dizer que vale mesmo a pena. Não só pelo que aprendemos, (verdade seja dita que muitas coisas se aprendem ali), como vale a pena continuar a ver este senhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390742059332473234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Ss_DV3JFEZI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/DpJU9wcx-n0/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Ao som da banda sonora da série!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1988320593929936350?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1988320593929936350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1988320593929936350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1988320593929936350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1988320593929936350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/10/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Ss-6kTENWlI/AAAAAAAAB1I/5DRtI75AicE/s72-c/house-6-temporada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1902671229792403337</id><published>2009-10-05T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:38:14.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Ssk5eErPNPI/AAAAAAAAB1A/A650N3pq7vU/s1600-h/580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388901617939461362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Ssk5eErPNPI/AAAAAAAAB1A/A650N3pq7vU/s400/580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quantas são as vezes que nos esquecemos de algo, e dizemos sempre "bolas, devia ter feito um sinal na mão para me lembrar, agora já não dá"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pois bem, algumas coisas felizmente ainda as conseguimos fazer. Umas no mesmo dia, outras nem por isso, mas nunca devemos desistir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para mim, existe uma coisa que é essencial, e que nunca, mas nunca nos devemos esquecer...nem que para tal, tenha que pintar um dedo, a mão se for preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;devemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;esquecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;felizes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Minutos depois, senti uma brisa fresca acompanhada de um aroma que adoro....o cheiro a terra molhada. Automaticamente pensei &lt;em&gt;"bem, tenho que começar a pensar em fazer a vistoria às roupas de Inverno, pois a chuva vem aí, e não vejo a hora de calçar já as minhas botas"&lt;/em&gt;. Dei por mim a rir de novo, pois ainda não fez duas semanas e ainda estava na praia a dar uns belos mergulhos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Já sei também que quando começar a chover a sério e tiver que ir à rua com o cão, vou andar a refilar &lt;em&gt;"raios, vou apanhar uma molha"&lt;/em&gt;, e ando os dias a suspirar pelos noites quentes de Verão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Confuso? Não, nada mesmo. Apenas gostava que num dia existissem as quatro estações do ano, e depois ía variando conforme me desse mais jeito. Acordar com um sol de Primavera...ir para a praia num belo dia de Verão, regressar a casa e disfrutar de um pôr do sol no Outono, e acabar com uma noite de Inverno a olhar para uma lareira bem quentinha, um som ao nível do momento, uma boa bebida e uma excelente companhia...com um frio de rachar lá fora. Ou então, acordar com um aroma a terra molhada de Outono, durante o dia enquanto estivesse a trabalhar podia chover bastante, ao regressar a casa vislumbrar um final de tarde primaveril e acabar com uma bela e quente noite de Verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E aqui estou eu já a imaginar imensos cenários para estas situações (lagoas, bosques, cabanas, montanhas, praias paradisíacas....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim era fantástico :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-5990157059512202872?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/5990157059512202872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=5990157059512202872&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5990157059512202872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5990157059512202872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SsKMOIqGsLI/AAAAAAAAB04/a4j1aHG9TiQ/s72-c/2049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-8357018353003622407</id><published>2009-09-27T13:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:47:59.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sr9dw3s-hQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/N_JP9_w3iZ4/s1600-h/862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386126773526103298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sr9dw3s-hQI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/N_JP9_w3iZ4/s320/862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando a sinceridade é colocada em cima da mesa, são tantas as vezes que surge a insegurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Porquê? Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Então porque será que preferimos viver na ignorância do que saber a verdade dos factos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Penso que será pelo facto de termos receio do que poderá vir a seguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-7379098224805746555?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/7379098224805746555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=7379098224805746555&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7379098224805746555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7379098224805746555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/09/destruirei-todas-as-barreiras-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SrveY6fV3AI/AAAAAAAAB0I/ZtAxBLTReo0/s72-c/Imagem7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-4973363241120638669</id><published>2009-09-22T19:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:45:33.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SrkWRkEIrUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/dQgGb2onpUs/s1600-h/400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384359320492748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SrkWRkEIrUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/dQgGb2onpUs/s320/400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje coloco o meu post 400!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pensava eu, quando criei o blog, que se chegasse aos 50 era muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Confesso que estou contente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É uma companhia, um espaço pelo qual tenho um carinho muito especial, um local onde conheci algumas pessoas muito queridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto imenso de ler os comentários que me deixam ( bem, nem todos, os chineses e os japoneses são uma chatice, não percebo patavina do que escrevem), e gostei também de algumas "guerras" que aqui se passaram. A vida é isto mesmo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não estabeleci nenhuma meta no que se refere ao número de posts que aqui iria colocar nem nunca andei à procura de ter muitos comentários. Eles apareciam :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Escrevo porque gosto mas reconheço que a minha escrita não é nada de especial. Não me preocupo com isso e já disse várias vezes, que no dia em que sentir "obrigação" em escrever...este blog termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Enquanto esse sentimento não me invadir...continuarei a escrever o que me vier à cabeça. Desde desabafos, a histórias inventadas e outras não, ou simplesmente parvoíces. É o meu espaço, certo? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A todos/as que perdem tempo em ler-me...o meu obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Deixo-vos o meu sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4973363241120638669?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4973363241120638669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4973363241120638669&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4973363241120638669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4973363241120638669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-coloco-o-meu-post-400-pensava-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SrkWRkEIrUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/dQgGb2onpUs/s72-c/400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-7970505616853375949</id><published>2009-09-20T17:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:40:13.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SrZXkOHV5bI/AAAAAAAABzw/bg2vsHKdQDU/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383586684343805362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SrZXkOHV5bI/AAAAAAAABzw/bg2vsHKdQDU/s320/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Começo a deixar de sentir a tua presença e mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tento lembrar-me de como é o sabor do teu beijo, mas aos poucos a imagem torna-se turva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tento recordar a intensidade do teu abraço, e embora saiba que é bom, é algo que praticamente já não sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sinto-te como um quadro que uma vez vi, mas que aos poucos a imagem vai-se desvanecendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É como um livro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Começamos a ler, viramos as páginas, a história prende-nos, vivemos a mesma, mas...como tudo na vida, existe um fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isto tem o seu lado positivo, pois começo a perceber que a minha insistência em querer amar-te, não tem qualquer razão de ser, que estou pronta para abrir os meus olhos ao que me rodeia, e quem sabe, voltar a pegar num livro...e lê-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. Durante uns tempos vou colocar os comentários moderados, pois estou cansada de ler comentários em japonês ou chinês!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando acalmar, voltará ao normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4949777038361229452?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4949777038361229452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4949777038361229452&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4949777038361229452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4949777038361229452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-recebi-um-mail-que-me-deixou.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1317970300982504845</id><published>2009-09-07T16:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:09:14.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SqUei4zg1ZI/AAAAAAAAByo/VYXxz8yc-Hw/s1600-h/000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378738914676757906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SqUei4zg1ZI/AAAAAAAAByo/VYXxz8yc-Hw/s320/000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As férias ainda não acabaram, e quero aproveitar ao máximo esta semana que me resta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Já me encontro de volta à cidade, mas a praia...o mar...ainda fazem parte da minha rotina diária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje por exemplo, a praia estava quase deserta, o que me agradou imenso, o mar estava sedutor, e não resisti ao seu insistente chamar "anda, vem cá para dentro", nem pensei duas vezes... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Espero bem que ele continue assim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E como o que é bom acaba depressa, quero tirar o máximo proveito, pois espera-me um regresso ao trabalho...com bastante trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas nem quero pensar ainda nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, vou mas é esperar por amanhã...e dar continuidade a este meu namoro diário com a praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Por ser politicamente e socialmente correcto? Não me lixem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Já alterei algumas coisas na minha forma de estar por opção, nunca porque "tinha que", mas não me peçam mais daquilo que posso dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não prometo o que não sei se posso cumprir, embora viva num mundo que funciona dessa maneira, mas não me queiram obrigar a aceitar e acreditar nas promessas que ouço. Acredito em vontades de querer, mas que se resumem a isso mesmo, vontades. Se os objectivos são alcançados, é bastante positivo, mas se não são, não crucifixo ninguém, como tal, não admito que me queriam a mim crucificar. Tento, luto por, mas não invento nem crio falsas expectativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Serei por isso diferente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Então se sou, ainda bem, pois estou de bem comigo, e acima de tudo, à noite quando me deito, a minha consciência não me perturba. Se ser diferente é não especular, não intervir sempre, não querer mostrar sempre o que sinto e o que sou, então assumo, sou diferente...mas nunca deixo de ser eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sei quem sou!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4076216953261876094?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4076216953261876094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4076216953261876094&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4076216953261876094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4076216953261876094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/08/soubesse-eu-escrever-e-conseguiria.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SoHeLP7pItI/AAAAAAAABx4/SdT7dxdcGnQ/s72-c/66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-7498869378446402722</id><published>2009-08-09T16:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:13:52.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vou dar-lhe o nome Ana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367935816547856018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sn69L0JubpI/AAAAAAAABxU/SbhgVG8sy90/s320/942.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ana vive actualmente, se é que se pode chamar vida, totalmente isolada do mundo que a rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não foi sempre assim, mas a vida dela foi pautada por situações que a levaram à situação actual..&lt;br /&gt;Ana, uma mulher bonita, alegre, amiga era uma pessoa de bem com a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um relacionamento estável, dois filhos amorosos, e tinha o sonho de voltar a ser mãe. A nível profissional, tinha uma posição agradável, chefiava um departamento composto por dezoito pessoas. Tinha o seu grupo de amigos e um sorriso sempre pronto a oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Era uma pessoa muito justa, não tolerava injustiças nem as chamadas "bajulações", embora tivesse consciência que havia sempre umas pessoas que gostavam de dar brilho aos seus sapatos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma dessas pessoas era a Júlia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Júlia não suportava a ideia de ser chefiada pela Ana. Era uma pessoa muito ambiciosa, má, sem escrúpulos, e para ela era impensável continuar naquela situação. Várias vezes tentou ludibriar Ana, mas sem resultados positivos, pois Ana de uma forma muito cordial sempre lhe chamou a atenção que se não estava satisfeita ali, poderia sempre trocar de lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acontece, que no departamento ao lado, trabalhava o Luís. Júlia tinha uma paixão louca por ele, e ficar longe dele era algo que ela não ponderava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Luís sabia da existência da Júlia, pois ela era uma mulher muito bela, sedutora, e sempre que ela tinha oportunidade, insinuava-se de uma forma muito directa. Luís sempre percebeu os objectivos da Júlia, mas de uma forma muito subtil, mostrou-lhe que não queria, que não era correcto. Júlia nunca quis perceber isso. O Luís era o seu objectivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para ela era um sofrimento quando os via juntos. Quando a Ana e o Luís ao final do dia de trabalho se encontravam para regressarem a casa, o beijo que davam era uma facada para a Júlia. A ternura que os dois emanavam, era o sofrimento dela. Odiava ver aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dias e dias, meses e meses Júlia pensou na maneira como poderia acabar com aquilo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367938995797556034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sn7AE3x6-0I/AAAAAAAABxc/MAsMxGfKHXk/s320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma vez que percebeu que a nível profissional era impossível perturbar Ana, começou por tentar tocar naquilo que lhe era mais valioso. Os filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Começou a comentar com os colegas de trabalho que era impossível Ana ser uma boa mãe, pois uma mulher que se dedicava tanto ao trabalho, não poderia ser uma boa mãe. Inventou que várias vezes tinha conversado com os filhos dela, e que eles lhe tinham dito que se sentiam muito sozinhos, que a mãe não brincava com eles porque não tinha tempo, por isso é que quando eles não tinham escola, iam para o trabalho dos pais, para ficarem mais perto para terem atenção. "Sim, realmente às vezes eles estão cá, mas não sabia que era por isso." (de facto iam, mas era porque Ana não tinha mais nenhum sítio para os deixar quando a escola estava fechada). "Nunca tinha visto a coisa por esse lado, pois acho umas crianças simpáticas, sempre a sorrir, mas se dizes que és amiga deles, é de facto estranho...". E aí começaram os comentários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Júlia estava encantada. Notou que no trabalho, as pessoas já comentavam o que ela tinha inventado, e claro, quando é para falar mal, quando uma pessoa conta uma coisa, acrescenta sempre mais qualquer coisa, não importando se é verdade ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Numa das vezes que os filhos da Ana lá estavam, Júlia foi ter com eles e falou "eu sou vossa amiga, como sabem, mas quero contar um segredo. Preciso que me prometam que fica só entre nós". Os míudos, inocentes, disseram que sim, pois viam que a Júlia era toda sorrisos e até simpatizavam com ela. "Sabem, eu ouvi a vossa mãe dizer uma coisa feia. Eu nem queria acreditar quando ouvi, mas ouvi sim. Ela estava ao telefone com uma amiga e disse que a pior coisa que tinha feito na vida foi ter sido mãe. Que não gostava de vocês, que eram um problema na vida dela, e que se pudesse, até os oferecia." Os míudos ficaram sem fala. A mais pequenita, deu a mão ao irmão, e começou a choramingar. O mais velhito, gelou na altura e perguntou "Tens a certeza disso Júlia?" - "Claro que tenho, e se não fosse algo tão mau, eu nunca vos contava, pois para mim, vocês são os filhos que eu gostava de ter".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A menina dizia " mas..mas a mamã sempre nos disse que nos amava, que éramos a luz da vida dela". Júlia aproveita e diz " e és a luz de alguém sim, mas não da mãe. Ela não gosta de ti. E quanto ao teu irmão, ela diz que só a voz dele o irrita". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Obrigada Júlia, vamos resolver essa situação". Deu meia volta e foi sentar-se para um canto com a irmã. "Que vamos fazer mano?" - "Deixa o mano pensar". Entretanto Ana aparece e diz " oh meus queridos, sentados no chão? Ai que malandros. Vá lá, vão para ali brincar, que eu daqui a pouco já vou lá ter". O míudo ouve e pensa "pois, não nos queres é ver quando sais da tua sala. Vou já tratar disso".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dá a mão à irmã e diz para vir com ele. Ela assim o fez. Saíram dali, com Júlia a assistir a toda a situação. Pensou "agora, vamos tratar do outro assunto". Entra no gabinete do Luís e diz " Olá Luís. Encontrei agora a Sofia que me pediu para vir entregar este copo com água que o Luís tinha pedido" - "Eu pedi?" - "Sim, foi o que ela me disse" - "Bem, eu não pedi nada, ou se calhar pedi, não sei, estou com tanto trabalho posso ter pedido. Bem, de qualquer forma está tanto calor que aceito sim. Obrigada Júlia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Júlia fica a observar o momento. Luís pega no copo e bebe todo de uma vez. "Está boa, fresquinha" - diz. "Se precisar de alguma coisa, é só chamar Luís" - "Obrigada Júlia, mas a Sofia já deve estar aí de novo". Júlia dá meia volta e sai sorridente. Passa pela Sofia e diz "Olha Sofia, o Luís chamou-me. Como não estavas aqui, pediu-me para te dizer que hoje não quer se interrompido. Que já podes ir embora se quiseres." - "Que bom, eu tenho um chefe porreiro. Obrigada Júlia". Sofia pega nas coisas e sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Júlia volta para a sua secretária. Aos poucos os colegas começam a despedir-se e ela começa a arrumar as coisas dela. Ana entra na sala e pergunta " os meus filhos não andam por aqui? Não os viram? Eu pedi para eles iram para a sala do lado que ía lá ter, mas eles não estão". Alguns dizem que os viram, outros dizem que os viram sair, mas que se calhar foram à casa de banho. Júlia diz que os viu, mas que como foi fazer um recado, não pode dizer mais nada. Ana começa a ficar nervosa, a andar de um lado para o outro, a telefonar para os outros andares mas nada. Começa mesmo a desesperar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Júlia aproveita e diz "Precisa que eu fique? Posso ajudar?" - "Não Júlia, pode ir". Júlia pensa "assim não levanto suspeitas", e quando ía sair, o telefone toca. Ana atende...e a seguir deixa cair o telefone. Joga as mãos à cara...cai no chão...e fica apática. Júlia nem liga, e vai para a casa de banho, esperar mais uns minutos para ir ter com o Luís. Ouve um grito enorme, e percebe que Ana sai dali a correr. Pensa "os putos já fizeram asneira. Porreiro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367947320678822930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sn7HpcYSNBI/AAAAAAAABxo/pFR9bqs-2Es/s320/5118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ana nem desce pelo elevador, corre pelas escadas de serviço, escorrega e cai, mas nem sente dor, e continua totalmente doida a descer as escadas, e só diz "Não...por favor...não...ohhhh meu Deus, não".&lt;br /&gt;Ana sai do edifício e depara-se com o pior pesadelo da sua vida. Um aglomerado de pessoas todas em estado de choque, umas a gritar outras a gesticular para se afastarem, mas Ana com uma dor enorme e pressentindo o pior, corre para o meio da multidão e grita " deixem-me passar...não...por favor....não....saiam...quero passar". Algumas pessoas choravam, outras estavam sem conseguir falar, até que Ana chega ao meio e os olhos dela vislumbram o que uma mãe jamais quer ver. Ana joga-se para o chão, grita e implora ajuda, ao mesmo tempo que abraça os corpos de duas crianças já sem vida. "Ajudem-me por favor....Ajudem-me...eles precisam de ajuda....Por favor!!!!" A voz já lhe faltava, quando lhe dizem " minha senhora, por favor...deixe-nos tratar disto" " Disto?????" grita Ana. "São os meus filhos, por amor de Deus, ajudem-me, que eles estão a precisar." Ana toca na carinha da filha e diz "Vá lá amor, a mãe está aqui, anda, vamos embora, diz à mãe olá...vá"...e soluçava, desesperada, sem deixar de dar a mão ao filho. "Vá querido, então? Fala com a mãe, eu estou aqui.". As pessoas emocionadas começavam a chorar, a tentar ajudar, mas Ana não desistia. "Por favor meus queridos, falem comigo. Vá...a mãe está a pedir....por favor...ajudem-me" - "Senhora, por favor...deixe-nos tratar.." - "Os meus filhos....os meus filhos..." gritava Ana ao mesmo tempo que uma enfermeira a abraçava. "Ajudem os meus meninos...eles são tão pequeninos...por favor...!" A voz mal se ouvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Entretanto, Júlia, que não fazia a mínima ideia do que se passava, sai da casa de banho. Vai até ao gabinete do Luís, sem antes se certificar que ninguém a está a ver. " Caminho livre". Bate à porta e como não houve resposta, abre a porta. Encontra o Luís, encostado na cadeira, totalmente dopado, com um sorriso nos lábios. Não se ouve barulho nenhum do que se passa lá fora. Júlia chega perto dele e diz " Luís?" - "Ana?". "Sim, Luís, sou a Ana." - "Ana? Pareces a Júlia, que disparat...custam-me a falar...não sei o que tenh..." - "Xiuuuu...não digas nada" e aproxima-se. "Mas...tu és a Júli..." -"Não tonto, sou a Ana, não vês?" - "Júlia...que estás a fazer aqui...Júli..." - "Não sou a Júlia, sou a tua mulher, Ana." Luís fecha os olhos e sorri. Depois começa a rir feito doido, pois percebe que não consegue pensar nem distinguir ninguém. Júlia senta-se no colo dele. Ele abraça-a. Júlia beija-o e começa a beijar-lhe o pescoço. "Ana...Ana" diz ele -"Sim querido, sou eu" e continua a beijá-lo. Luís suspira, agarra-a e beija-a ao mesmo tempo que Júlia começa a despi-lo. "Sua doida...aqui...na empresa....Ana" - "Xiuuu....beija-me". Luís totalmente alheio ao que o rodeava, só sentia uma vontade louca de a possuir ali. Agarra-lhe os seios e beija-os, murmura que a quer e Júlia diz " sim amor, aqui mesmo, agora mesmo" - "Ana...adoro-te...!" e não deixa de lhe tocar no corpo todo. Toca-lhe no sexo e Júlia delira. "Isso mesmo amor, vamos fazê-lo aqui" - "Sim, quer....Ana, quero". Júlia totalmente despida, deita-o no chão e diz "Queres?" - "Sim, sim, muito". Júlia coloca-se a jeito e Luís penetra-a como se não houvesse amanhã. Júlia chora de emoção. "Amo-te Luís" diz baixinho e ele " Também eu". Fazem amor de forma selvagem, totalmente loucos, onde tudo vale. Júlia está feliz. "És meu, finalmente" pensa. Beija-o, deixa-o fazer tudo, faz-lhe tudo...e assim deixam-se ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ana, totalmente em estado de choque, não tira os olhos da estrada, e ao longe ouve "eu não tive culpa. O sinal estava verde, e eu avancei. Quando reparo que duas crianças avançam para o meio da estrada, tentei travar ao máximo o camião, mas não consegui. Meu Deus, duas crianças!!!!! Que horror!!!! Eu não tive culpa. O menino puxou a menina para a estrada, ela chorava, eu juro que tentei travar mas já não deu tempo. Que desgraça". Ana ouviu tudo, mas nem uma palavra conseguiu dizer. A enfermeira dizia "Senhora, queira for favor acompanhar-nos", mas Ana apenas dizia que não com a cabeça. "Por favor minha senhora, lamento imenso o que se passou, infelizmente nada podemos fazer pelas crianças, mas por favor, acompanhe-nos". Ana continuava a dizer que não. As lágrimas insistiam em não parar, mas não conseguia falar. "Os meus filhos...os meus filhos", dizia baixinho. "Vá lá minha Senhora, deixe-me ajudar" dizia a enfermeira, mas Ana, a única coisa que diz é "eu já venho, vou chamar o pai" - "Está bem, esperamos então pelos dois e depois temos que ir para o hospital, está bem?" - "Si..." diz Ana quase sem se ouvir. Entra no prédio, onde as pessoas se afastam para ela passar. Apenas se ouve "ai coitada, que desgraça", "os meninos, coitadinhos", "que horror, ai coitada", e depois ouve algo que a deixa admirada, "o Dr. Luís nem deve saber, pois está fechado no gabinete, e nem deve ter percebido o que se passou". Ana apenas diz "eu vou lá".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367958398161407826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sn7RuPN8T1I/AAAAAAAABxw/IWAz-YBWA2g/s320/1720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Luís e Júlia continuavam entregues aos prazeres carnais. Júlia sentia-se a mulher mais feliz do mundo, pois estava com o homem que amava, estava de alguma forma a ter a sua vingança em relação a Ana, e com sorte (pensou a sorrir) ainda poderia engradivar. Luís continuava totalmente louco, e não deixava de beijar Júlia ao mesmo tempo que continuava a dizer "deixas-me louco"-"e tu a mim amor". Não houve parte do corpo que ele não explorasse, e Júlia simplesmente deixava-o fazer tudo, absolutamente tudo. Por vezes, quando ele a penetrava mais forte, ela gemia e ele sussurrava "gostas assim, não é?"-"Adoro, continua, não páres", e ele muito obediente, obviamente, continuava na sua escalada de prazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ana bate à porta, mas os dois nem a ouviam. Ana ouviu ruído, mas mesmo assim voltou a bater. Júlia ouviu então a porta. Pensou "é ela", e nem quis pensar no assunto. "Ela vai abrir a porta, e assim vai ver com os próprios olhos". Uma sensação de gozo percorreu-lhe o corpo. Voltou a embrulhar-se nele e deixou-o de costas voltadas para a porta. Ana abre a porta...dá dois passos e fica estática a olhar. Vê Luís a penetrar furiosamente Júlia que lhe sorri, e ouve-o a dizer "sempre adorei ter-te assim", e Júlia aproveita que Ana os está a ver e ouvir e diz " Assim Luís, é assim que gostas quando fazemos?" - "Sim, sim" e continua louco a penetrá-la. Júlia pisca o olho a Ana e diz-lhe "é sempre assim". Ana, totalmente sem acção, a única coisa que faz é sair e fechar a porta. Luís diz "que barul...este?" - "deixa amor, deve ser lá fora", e continuam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ana, até hoje, nunca mais foi vista. Há quem diga que ela saiu de Portugal, e que com as economias que tinha (os pais tinham deixado uma boa herança), se refugiou num pais algures. Outros há, que ainda hoje comentam que ela teve o que mereceu, pois era uma má mãe, e que os filhos tinham morrido por causa dela, e que o marido era um pobre coitado nas mãos dela. Há também quem desconfie da alegria de Júlia, pois passado 2 meses, além de ter sido nomeada pra chefiar o departamento, não sente o mínimo de remorso, anda radiante, pois diz que está grávida. O Luís, entretanto, saiu da empresa e dizem que até hoje procura a mulher, e que não consegue parar de chorar a morte dos filhos, pois sente-se culpado pelo que aconteceu. Os verdadeiros amigos de Ana, sentem a sua falta, mas dizem que entendem a atitude dela, pois num só dia, perdeu a sua vida. Ficou carimbada por muitos, como má mãe, mas ainda existem pessoas que acham que a história ficou mal contada...mas nem se atrevem a perguntar o que se passou. Para todos os efeitos, a única coisa que dizem, é que os míudos tiverem um acidente, e que a Ana não aguentou a culpa e preferiu deixar o marido. A verdade, só a Ana a sabe, o sofrimento, só ela o consegue descrever, se é que se consegue. Infelizmente o ser humano sabe muito bem "condenar", mesmo quando não sabe a verdade das situações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quantas Júlias não existem por aí, que para atingirem os seus fins, não olham aos meios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I guess you don´t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes i said to you..."i hate you"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But in the end...i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And sometimes i ask myself..."Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hummmm....don´t know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You´ll never know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Because that´s the way i am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Stupid way of live...you can say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And maybe you might be right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But it´s my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My fellings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My choise!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; L&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sly80e0DhXI/AAAAAAAABvs/Punq1b8HsoQ/s320/890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sly8B31seAI/AAAAAAAABvk/aDTOSO_5SPc/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sonho-te acordada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Penso-te enquanto sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Desejo-te quando não te quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Odeio-te quando mais te desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Preciso-te na ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não te quero na saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anseio-te na ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Imagino-te no momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Espero-te quando não vens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aguardo-te na constante eminência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ignoro-te na dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero-te no sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tal como um navio que enfrenta marés, tempestades, calmarias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Os meus sentimentos navegam e marcam a sua rota....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tocando os extremos na sua amplitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-694130142793500120?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/694130142793500120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=694130142793500120&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/694130142793500120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/694130142793500120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sk0KYXM7m5I/AAAAAAAABug/Oor7h98VylM/s72-c/5383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-5428652349394254229</id><published>2009-06-28T19:17:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:49:50.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esclarecimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nobresol-palavrassoperfumes.blogspot.com/2009/01/com-ela.html"&gt;NobreSol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Em resposta ao seu comentário, vejo-me mais uma vez na obrigação de lhe dizer o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acho que fui bem clara no comentário que lhe deixei, mas volto a repetir.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 19/01/2009, publica este texto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobresol-palavrassoperfumes.blogspot.com/2009/01/com-ela.html"&gt;http://nobresol-palavrassoperfumes.blogspot.com/2009/01/com-ela.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Texto esse que eu escrevi no dia &lt;a href="http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2006/12/com-e-sem.html"&gt;04/12/2006&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No final, diz que "desconheço a autora". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pois bem, eu deixei-lhe a indicação que a autora sou eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por acaso eu disse alguma coisa errada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não me parece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não li o seu blog tudo, pois não me apeteceu encontrar outro texto meu assinado como "desconheço autoria". Não me importo que publiquem os meus textos, é sinal que gostam, mas por uma questão de "honestidade", digam quem os escreve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se os escrevo, por algum motivo é, como tal, não é muito correcto vê-los noutro blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não posso deixar de dizer, que achei uma certa piada ao seu comentário de &lt;em&gt;" Menina, qual poesia é sua?&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu respondo. É aquela que veio buscar ao meu blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não é a primeira pessoa que o faz, e certamente não será a última, mas creio que não é elegante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pelo menos duas pessoas que o fizeram (que eu saiba, fora as que não sei), primeiro, colocaram o blog apenas para "amigos", e depois acabaram por o anular, pois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Penso que não precisa de mais esclarecimentos, mas alguma dúvida, é clicar nos links que aqui coloquei, para lhe facilitar o trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas para não lhe dar muito trabalho, acabei por enviar um comentário para o seu blog, com esta resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma curiosidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ultimamente noto que quando encontramos situações assim e deixamos "recado"...a seguir os comentários começam a ser moderados, porque será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cumprimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Som do Silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-5428652349394254229?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/5428652349394254229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=5428652349394254229&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5428652349394254229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5428652349394254229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/06/esclarecimento.html' title='Esclarecimento...'/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-6405225506465772274</id><published>2009-06-26T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:36:54.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJ-Y6xrkNvg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJ-Y6xrkNvg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque me apetece falar dele....ao som de um dos videos que mais gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351752540738155122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SkU-lLx98nI/AAAAAAAABuI/pVkrB8ODMMc/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No dia 26 de Setembro de 1992, lembro de estar excitadíssima, pois ía a Alvalade assistir ao concerto de Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não foi "O Concerto" que esperava, pois ficou um pouco aquém das minhas espectativas, mas foi um concerto que me deixou satisfeita. Quando digo que ficou aquém das minhas espectativas, é pela simples razão que foi feita uma divulgação a meu ver excessiva que nos deixou com água na boca, e depois não foi bem isso que aconteceu. Anunciaram que os bilhetes estavam esgotados, o que não foi verdade, pois existiam imensos lugares vazios, e a própria organização não esteve no seu melhor, mas isso sempre atribuí às exigências exageradas do Michael Jackson. No entanto, cantei, dancei, e saí de lá a dizer "ena, já vi um concerto do Rei do Pop".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Embora a diferença de idades entre mim e o Michael seja de 10 anos, tenho consciência que cresci com as músicas dele. Fascinada pelas coreografias dele, os fantásticos telediscos, não posso dizer que era uma fã incondicional dele, mas admirei o seu trabalho ao longo dos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Operações, mudanças de cor ou não, escândalos, pois nunca saberemos se eram verdades ou puras notícias para vender, não posso deixar de dizer que não esperava mais dia menos dia algo como o que aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A sua excentricidade era de facto absoluta, movia multidões, mas não lhe posso negar o mérito conquistado ao longo dos anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Era previsível que algo do género acontecesse, e quando ouvi que ele estava a ensaiar para voltar em grande com os 50 concertos agendados, sempre pensei "se deres 20 já dás muitos", pois debilitado como ele estava, era impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351752755028815154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SkU-xqE17TI/AAAAAAAABuQ/lfUUtVhWx40/s320/foto+MJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje, soube da sua morte. Só me ocorreu uma frase o dia todo, pois não se falava de mais nada senão do acontecimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procuraste a perfeição (e não precisavas) e acabaste com a imperfeição....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temias envelhecer....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso conseguiste, pois nunca irás saber o que é envelhecer!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Descansa agora em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351754121529919554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SkVABMsGCEI/AAAAAAAABuY/MYZYgu-_JW8/s320/michael-jackson_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para mim, és agora uma lembrança, tal como o Elvis ou o meu querido Freddy, que voz igual, jamais haverá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Felizmente correu tudo bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero agradecer aos vossos simpáticos comentários, pois é sempre tão bom receber palavras de apoio quando mais precisamos, e isso foi muito importante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sendo este blog o meu espaço...posso e quero dizer o que penso...o que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É nestas alturas que tanto precisamos de ter aquele abraço, aquela voz amiga, que percebemos quem de facto é nosso amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Foi muito importante para mim a quantidade de telefonemas e de mails que tive. Demonstrações de carinho e amizade que não esqueço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amigo verdadeiro não é de facto aquele que só se lembra de nós nos bons momentos, e ontem, fiquei bastante emocionada com algumas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para elas, o meu abraço a transbordar de carinho e amizade, que já sabiam e sabem que tenho por elas :) Foram fantásticos(as) comigo, pois sabiam bem o que eu estava a passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tive também algumas surpresas, confesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pensei em algumas pessoas e esperei sinceramente o telefonema mas não aconteceu! Estaria a mentir se dissesse que não fiquei, digamos, admirada, fiquei sim, mas já diz o ditado "a vida continua" :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Sim...eu sei, na altura ele tinha 12 anos, era mais novito e tal, e na altura pensei "ok, daqui para a frente vai custar menos, pois já está mais crescido e blá blá blá". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É mentira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ontem, ele fez 15 anos, e passei grande parte do dia a olhar para ele. "&lt;em&gt;Estás tão alto, tão homenzinho, voz grossa, corpo já de adulto....mas és o meu menino". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Podem passar anos e anos, mas eles para nós são sempre os nossos meninos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Já estou a ver mãe, que vais ficar outra vez no aeroporto como da outra vez"&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;"Eu, não sejas tonto, já me porto bem"&lt;/em&gt; - respondo, mas estou a mentir descaradamente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Custa tanto....está a custar-me tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem lida comigo diz para eu me sentir feliz, pois ele vai divertir-se, e que eu tenho é que ficar feliz também, e que todos os pais passam por isso, é normal, custa a todos, blá blá blá....! Ok, todos têm razão no que dizem, e já sei essa história da frente para trás...mas eu não tenho dentro de mim um interruptor que se desliga e liga no que se refere a emoções e sentimentos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Estou a sofrer por antecipação, pois ele só vai amanhã, mas é mais forte que eu...! Sinto-me nervosa, irritada e isso também me deixa pior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Claro que outra situação que me deixa ainda pior, é o facto de ter dentro da cabeça o que aconteceu com aquele voo. Sei que foi um acidente, que os aviões são o meio de transporte mais seguro, sei disso tudo, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bem, vou mas é fumar um cigarro para acalmar, pois não está a ser muito fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. (hoje nem mudo a música, não me apetece! Estou sem pachorra e disposição!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dançar...&lt;br /&gt;Amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorriso...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mergulhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Areia...&lt;br /&gt;Sedução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Brincadeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fresco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vontades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Malícia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sedução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Agrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Troca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SiWK-xMH5DI/AAAAAAAABs8/jo_wywzmErk/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342829343905670194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SiWK-xMH5DI/AAAAAAAABs8/jo_wywzmErk/s320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sou o pó das estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sou tanto e nada sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que procuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu rumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se algum dia o encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que quero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que sinto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(e por vezes nada!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que ofereço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O que sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nada mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que preservo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A lealdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cada vez mais rara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que peço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Muito pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que odeio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mentira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Transformo-me numa fera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O que me faz bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Os meus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O que me acalma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um sorriso sincero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um terno abraço!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-315247362279612631?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/315247362279612631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=315247362279612631&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/315247362279612631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/315247362279612631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-sou-eu-sou-o-po-das-estrelas.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SiWK-xMH5DI/AAAAAAAABs8/jo_wywzmErk/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-7836919747725015087</id><published>2009-05-26T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:10:26.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ShxvQH-mD9I/AAAAAAAABs0/fNXO353PS7A/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340265580964745170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ShxvQH-mD9I/AAAAAAAABs0/fNXO353PS7A/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para quê querer encontrar palavras sumptuosas, quando o que quero dizer é tão simples? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para quê querer o extremo da perfeição se eu mesma estou repleta de defeitos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não, não me preocuparei em colorir os meus escritos com palavras magnificas, quando eu mesma não o sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não quero mostrar o que não sou, não seria honesta nem comigo nem com quem me lê, e o mínimo que posso oferecer, é a minha honestidade....simplicidade....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não sou mais nem menos que tu...sim, tu que me estás a ler, sou exactamente igual. Sinto, choro, penso, dou, recebo, sou odiada, sou amada, sou amiga, sou o que sou, e só assim sei viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não sou um poço de virtudes, tenho obviamente as minhas fraquezas como qualquer mortal, mas existem aspectos que aprecio em mim. Sim, acredito que podes estar a chamar-me egocêntrica, mas acredita, não o sou. Ou serei? Se calhar até sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto de mim, gosto que gostem de mim, e gosto mesmo muito de gostar. Mas não é fácil eu gostar. Para mim o gostar tem que ser sincero, genuíno. Quando assim é, quando assim o sinto, então dou tanto de mim..., e não preciso, acredita...não peço muito em troca. "Que modesta" poderás dizer. Não, não sou modesta, mas aprendi ao longo da vida a contentar-me unicamente com aquilo que realmente me querem dar. Se é muito...se é pouco...não sei, mas é o que para mim me satisfaz....o que me faz sentir...o que me faz sorrir...e acima de tudo...viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-7836919747725015087?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/7836919747725015087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=7836919747725015087&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7836919747725015087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7836919747725015087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ShxvQH-mD9I/AAAAAAAABs0/fNXO353PS7A/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-4723559159702364409</id><published>2009-05-23T00:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:19:03.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ShcwuXgaGhI/AAAAAAAABss/wTekUm2ARDs/s1600-h/5112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338789456413071890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ShcwuXgaGhI/AAAAAAAABss/wTekUm2ARDs/s320/5112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sinto uma vontade de não sei o quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que perante um não sei como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me deixa assim...nem sei bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas mesmo não sabendo o que me deixa não sei quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sei aquilo que não me deixa assim como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E aí fico realmente...assim do tipo que!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se faço depois algo que não sei bem o quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E até fico assim...sei lá...tipo coiso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fico com mais vontade de não sei o quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas que sei que quero ficar assim...tipo...um não sei como!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4939502207935565263?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4939502207935565263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4939502207935565263&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4939502207935565263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4939502207935565263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sg4DVWBwrcI/AAAAAAAABsc/yOcLMtXkLc8/s72-c/5082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1538151632150470325</id><published>2009-05-13T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:12:32.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sgn-TYs_CfI/AAAAAAAABrk/LnGaRsQpF_E/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335074842599164402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sgn-TYs_CfI/AAAAAAAABrk/LnGaRsQpF_E/s320/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não desistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existem de facto momentos em que pensamos que nada resulta, que tudo o que fazemos não surte qualquer efeito. Todos já passámos por eles. Mas acredita, não passam disso...momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas não desistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por muito que custe não termos um ombro que nos ampare, um abraço que nos conforte, um pequeno sorriso que seja, nunca baixes os braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existe sempre alguém para nos aquecer o coração. Irás dizer que não, que já tentaste de tudo, mas provavelmente não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não...não desistas...vá lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sei que custa acordares e não sentires ninguém ao teu lado, sei que te custa não sentires o calor do amor numa cama...num quarto, sei que te custa não sentires um beijo apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas sabes, não desistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por vezes está mesmo à nossa frente o que tanto precisamos, e ignoramos, pois achamos que é algo fácil demais, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas não é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida é cheia de surpresas, é verdade, mas não desistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nunca deixes de acreditar...por muito que te custe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nunca deixes de te gostar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vive...e verás que mais dia menos dia...a vida oferece-te o que tanto precisas, o que tanto desejas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas por favor, não desistas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-263334216818216333?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/263334216818216333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=263334216818216333&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/263334216818216333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/263334216818216333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SggYQRqDc9I/AAAAAAAABrc/tTW4Tf8N004/s72-c/m%C3%A3os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-4917410204238901610</id><published>2009-05-07T20:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:58:39.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SgM2CgjPbsI/AAAAAAAABrE/1xskT4ASRC8/s1600-h/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333165800462184130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SgM2CgjPbsI/AAAAAAAABrE/1xskT4ASRC8/s320/141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fosse eu capaz de deixar de querer-te...o que ficaria de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um vazio, certamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vazio já eu sinto com o teu silêncio, com a tua ausência que me corroí o corpo, de tanto te querer apenas...abraçar, e não o fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se não é então vazio, o que restaria? A saudade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Só posso sentir saudade de algo que tive, que vivi, e isso tu não me deixas...! Se ao menos me deixasses ter saudades tuas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Então se não é saudade, o que perco eu? Momentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Momentos quero eu viver contigo, saciar todos os minutos, devorar todos os segundos que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;podes dar. Sim, tu podes dar-me esses momentos, apenas não o sabes..., ou não queres saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, se não perco momentos...o que perco eu afinal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Concluo que nada perco em deixar de te querer desta forma, recupero sim a minha sanidade mental, liberto-me de ilusões e filmes que criei onde sou a única protagonista deste filme, e recupero a vontade de olhar em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quererei chegar eu a esta conclusão, ou estarei apenas a tentar enganar-me? Afinal, se quero tanto ter-te, se te desejo tanto, algo sinto. Sim, disso não tenho dúvidas, mas como posso eu sentir algo assim se nem sou capaz de te dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Questiono-me se saberás da minha existência. Questiono-me mesmo sobre a tua. Serás tu fruto da minha imaginação desta minha sede de amar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não podes ser apenas uma imagem que criei, pois de só de pensar-te eu sorrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas sorrio do quê...a quê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chega!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chega de tantas dúvidas, tantas incertezas. Não quero! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tu afinal não existes, criei-te, e eu quero existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero sentir-me viva. Quero amar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É sem dúvida esta a minha certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não perdi a minha sanidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ganhei-a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1645847593559506040?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1645847593559506040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1645847593559506040&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1645847593559506040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1645847593559506040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SgA1ApypM0I/AAAAAAAABq0/oFIAjMaKe-4/s72-c/256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-2110836627311838148</id><published>2009-04-30T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:28:55.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sfnp-XTl7HI/AAAAAAAABp8/QgmlSkBPVk0/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330548891587046514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sfnp-XTl7HI/AAAAAAAABp8/QgmlSkBPVk0/s320/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; de gostar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É verdade, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gosto&lt;/span&gt; mesmo. Faz-me sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; do que o gostar me faz sentir. Faz-me sorrir, faz-me acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; de partilhar o que &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gosto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; também de partilhar algo que gostas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gosto &lt;/span&gt;de muitas coisas e &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gosto&lt;/span&gt; de não gostar de outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; de algumas coisas também que antes não gostava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; da magia que sinto do meu gostar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; das cores do meu &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;gosto&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Afinal...é o meu&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; gosto&lt;/span&gt;, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; de ti, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gosto&lt;/span&gt; de mim e dela também, e daqueles também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; dos meus, dos teus e dos outros....(nem todos) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt; de viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gosto&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gostei !  A escrever e a dar ao pé ao som da música!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-5756971630181012645?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/5756971630181012645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=5756971630181012645&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5756971630181012645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5756971630181012645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sen59zHReZI/AAAAAAAABoc/WLyNzWvIN74/s72-c/69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1345430366792772552</id><published>2009-04-14T23:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:29:40.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje não peço muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324677430354131474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SeUN6VvMOhI/AAAAAAAABn0/aFipS0gY7TM/s320/5084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas quero adormecer e encontrar-te nos meus sonhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1345430366792772552?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1345430366792772552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1345430366792772552&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1345430366792772552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1345430366792772552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SeUN6VvMOhI/AAAAAAAABn0/aFipS0gY7TM/s72-c/5084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-4918491795513667849</id><published>2009-04-09T13:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:02:22.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sd3ulDpFmHI/AAAAAAAABnc/Atbv-l30Pns/s1600-h/5042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322672655022004338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sd3ulDpFmHI/AAAAAAAABnc/Atbv-l30Pns/s320/5042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Leva-me contigo para onde fores, e de que forma for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero estar sempre junto a ti, e que me sintas sempre por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Serei brisa que te beijará a face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Serei dia para te guiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Serei noite para te ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Leva-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não me deixes apenas ser uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa-me ser o teu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa-me ser o teu turbilhão de emoções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa-me ser o fruto da tua vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tem-me...peço-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas leva-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4674312416341681974?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4674312416341681974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4674312416341681974&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4674312416341681974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4674312416341681974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/04/cala-me-com-o-teu-beijo-mais-louco-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SdYWE7w7L9I/AAAAAAAABnM/VYwnU7mOQJk/s72-c/4910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-8912293817613381859</id><published>2009-04-01T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:32:09.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SdNITZPU18I/AAAAAAAABm0/0AQXqx6J0Sg/s1600-h/3_Anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319675082884569026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SdNITZPU18I/AAAAAAAABm0/0AQXqx6J0Sg/s320/3_Anos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje é o dia das mentiras, dizem, mas para mim tem um sabor bem diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Faz hoje 3 anos que criei este espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Porque o criei? Sinceramente nem teve uma razão própria. Andava a passear pela net, e vi uma imagem que me chamou atenção. Vi que essa imagem estava "associada" a um blog. Entrei para ver o que era, e achei a ideia interessante. Andei a passear um pouco por vários blogs, achei piada ao conteúdo de alguns, cada um ao seu estilo, e pensei "porque não?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E assim foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Claro que tive dificuldade em escolher o nome para o blog. Cheguei então à conclusão que para mim, o blog era um espaço para eu escrever o que quisesse, histórias que fossem verdadeiras, falsas, tudo. Daí o título que lhe dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Som do Silêncio é um nome que me diz muito. É em silêncio que escrevo o som que a minha mente me oferece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ao longo destes 3 anos, tive o privilégio de conhecer algumas pessoas maravilhosas, algumas delas que passaram do mundo virtual para o real, aprendi bastante (estamos sempre a aprender), e a vontade de escrever, confesso, nunca foi sempre igual. Aliás, muitas vezes eu disse que no dia em que me sentisse "obrigada" a escrever pura e simplesmente eliminava o blog, e é essa a minha postura ainda hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho um carinho muito especial por ele. Quando o leio, é perfeitamente perceptível o meu estado de espírito em determinadas alturas. Acaba por vezes por ser uma terapia sentar-me no computador e escrever o que quero, porque me apetece, ou apenas porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nunca me passou pela cabeça ter o número de visitas que até hoje este espaço teve. No início até pensei "aposto que ninguém aqui virá". Também não era preocupação minha, pois nunca andei à procura de comentários, mas confesso que me dá um prazer imenso ler o que me deixam aqui escrito. Só por isso, desde já, o meu obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Escrevo o que quero sem nunca me preocupar se "a" ou "b" poderá ficar ofendido com determinada linguagem ou contexto do post. Afinal de contas...é o meu espaço, e só aqui vem quem gosta, não estou na porta do blog de chicote em punho a dizer "vá, toca a entrar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho consciência que por vezes fico algum tempo sem escrever, e sinto mesmo falta de o fazer, mas a vida louca que temos nem sempre nos permite fazer o que queremos...quando queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas ao fim de 3 anos...o balanço que faço é muito positivo. Quantos mais irei escrever, não sei, nem penso nisso. É enquanto sentir vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, volto a agradecer a vossa presença neste blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Som do Silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Desnudo-me e sigo em frente com os meus impulsos, as minhas vontades. Quero transformar os meus sonhos em momentos reais, para que um dia mais tarde não tenha que dizer "deveria ter dito ou feito". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nunca deixarei de sonhar, pois tenho consciência que muitos nunca deixarão de ser isso mesmo...sonhos, mas garantidamente irei sempre tentar chegar a eles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida é uma mera passagem onde vivemos várias histórias. Da infância à juventude, guardamos lembranças e experiências. Aprendemos e ganhamos a maturidade para encarar a fase seguinte, onde novas histórias estão prontas para serem vividas. Encontro-me nessa fase. Quero vivê-las. Quero senti-las. Algumas já fazem parte da minha história, mas muitas mais aguardam-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sei que lágrimas verterei, sei que sorrisos irei oferecer, sei que terei que tomar decisões, mas garantidamente não baixarei os braços. Entrei num patamar da minha vida onde posso dar-me ao luxo de olhar em frente de uma forma diferente. E é essa fase que me está a agradar, onde posso (in)conscientemente libertar e dar azo a algumas loucuras e fantasias minhas guardadas na gaveta denominada "para um dia...quem sabe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida passa depressa demais...e temos que a aproveitar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Temos que demonstrar os nossos sentimentos pelos que mais gostamos...e saber g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;uardar em nós as demonstrações de carinho, amor, amizade, desejo, respeito que nos são oferecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida é para ser vivida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-8001844645125925162?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/8001844645125925162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=8001844645125925162&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8001844645125925162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8001844645125925162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-te-toquei-mas-conheco-cada-poro.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ScpHBdsHm2I/AAAAAAAABmM/5cCgzTScDPo/s72-c/nunca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-547560974914396346</id><published>2009-03-24T00:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:54:02.692Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existem pessoas que entram na nossa vida das mais variadas formas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Algumas por mero acaso, outras nem por isso, mas que vão ficando e vão fazendo parte dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Desde que me iniciei nos blogs, já tive o privilégio de conhecer algumas pessoas, umas das quais criei elos de amizade muito fortes, outros nem por isso, confesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Felizmente que aprendemos a fazer uma filtragem a quem nos aparece, mas por vezes acontecem situações que nem é necessária fazer essa dita filtragem. Sente-se logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Já tinha tido essa sensação com uma pessoa que hoje felizmente é uma grande amiga minha, e agora, tive essa sensação de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, posso dizer que esta menina entrou na minha vida e que passou a fazer parte dela de uma forma muito especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316546922898023090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ScgrQhMIYrI/AAAAAAAABl8/18cyQDR91vo/s320/especial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Esta relíquia é a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Martinha&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Da forma mais natural e serena, iniciamos uma amizade onde se criou uma empatia de tal forma que só posso sentir-me afortunada por a considerar como amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tem um blog que é uma verdadeira ternura, onde convido todo(a)s a visitarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Martinha, para ti minha querida, uma vez que a a distância infelizmente não me deixa dar o beijo e o abraço que tanto t queria dar, esta foi a forma que consegui para te demonstrar a minha amizade, o meu carinho, e acima de tudo, a minha disponibilidade total para o que mais precisas, numa fase menos feliz da tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Parabéns minha querida, e recebe esta rosa amarela...que é a que mais gostas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316549317497563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Scgtb5xJqRI/AAAAAAAABmE/DclHbTzfSgs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-547560974914396346?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/547560974914396346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=547560974914396346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/547560974914396346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/547560974914396346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/03/existem-pessoas-que-entram-na-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ScgrQhMIYrI/AAAAAAAABl8/18cyQDR91vo/s72-c/especial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1497360272743346156</id><published>2009-03-20T23:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:56:22.993Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existem músicas que parecem que foram escritas especificamente para nós...., tanto para o nosso mundo imaginário...ou não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dedicada a quem? A mim, a ti, a todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Penso que todos nós já tivemos pensamentos assim....secretos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315416028192218514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ScQmtyHQnZI/AAAAAAAABls/HkXfyk36aDg/s320/200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Passo por ti, tu nem me vês&lt;br /&gt;Só mais um dia, amanhã talvez...&lt;br /&gt;E fico à espera de ver em ti&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que trago dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mas eu só posso imaginar, o que podia ser&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pudesse abraçar, se eu te pudesse ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Secretamente, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;à espera de um gesto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;de um sinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Secretamente, tentando saber &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;se dás por mim afinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Secretamente, à procura de um toque...de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente, tentando saber se algum dia os nossos mundos se irão cruzar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o caminho que irá dar&lt;br /&gt;A esse teu mundo onde eu queria entrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tantas vezes eu já sorri&lt;br /&gt;Só por lembrar-me, só por pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E eu só posso imaginar o que podia ser&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pudesse abraçar, se eu te pudesse ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Secretamente, à espera de um gesto...de um sinal&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente, tentando saber se dás por mim afinal&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente, à procura de um toque...de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente, tentando saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se algum dia os nossos mundos se irão cruzar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Secretamente - Rita Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1497360272743346156?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1497360272743346156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1497360272743346156&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1497360272743346156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1497360272743346156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ScQmtyHQnZI/AAAAAAAABls/HkXfyk36aDg/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-8443729241539683004</id><published>2009-03-17T11:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:41:36.402Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sb-JjZBbWdI/AAAAAAAABlU/08LMo1Lf5-g/s1600-h/4488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314117326425774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sb-JjZBbWdI/AAAAAAAABlU/08LMo1Lf5-g/s320/4488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Tenho gravadas nas minhas mãos todas aquelas palavras que te quero dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Resumem-se em vontades, em pensamentos soltos que quero partilhar, em desejos que não sei se um dia os realizarei, em sonhos muitos deles vividos acordada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Palavras que por vezes tento decorar para te dizer, mas que na altura se escondem na timidez que existe em mim e que tento disfarçar. Palavras que são tão minhas, que de tanto serem minhas, por vezes insistem em não serem ditas, e que tantas vezes deixam tanta coisa por dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas elas existem mas minhas mãos. Se segurares as minhas mãos, consegues ler tudo aquilo que por palavras não te consigo dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;São palavras com vida, são palavras com sentir, não são meras palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existe apenas um segredo para as decifrares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Da mesma forma que nem todas as pessoas conseguem ouvir a mesma música, aqui terás que saber ler o mesmo livro que eu, e aí, poderás desfolhar-me, entender-me, marcas as folhas que quiseres para voltares a ler. Basta ter...sensibilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dizem os entendidos que nas linhas das nossas mãos está gravada a nossa vida. Não sei se será assim, nem sou entendida na matéria, mas sei que nas linhas das minhas mãos, existem sim as palavras que resumem o meu verdadeiro eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Olhei, e era tudo a comprar os benditos dos perfumes e a flor da praxe. Ouvi "tenho que ir comprar isto por causa do dia da mulher" ou "ai de mim se não lhe dou uma prenda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bem, Dia da Mulher é um bom dia de negócio, sem dúvida, perfumarias, restaurantes, floristas, etc etc etc, mas só uma perguntinha.... Amanhã não é a mesma coisa? Deixamos de ser especiais amanhã? Não temos que trabalhar, tratar da casa e família, não podemos receber uma flor apenas pelo simples facto de receber? Deixo de ser Mulher? Deixo de ser Mãe? Deixo de ser Amiga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E o Dia do Homem? Onde anda ele? Existe o "Dia do Pai" o "Dia da Mãe"...mas onde anda o Dia do Homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem ele não éramos mães. Sem ele não existia o chamado "lar". Sem ele não partilhávamos uma cama, gerávamos um filho, fazíamos amor. Sem ele não tínhamos as discussões triviais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É bonito ouvir e dizer "uma mulher é que carrega 9 meses um filho"...de facto é verdade, mas é por obra de quem? Do Espírito Santo? Ou será por partilhar um momento com um homem que gerou tal acontecimento? Então...onde está o Dia do Homem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não vi lojas cheias de senhoras a comprarem meias, gravatas e as benditas boxers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Penso assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sou assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho orguho em ser mulher...todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-8157868875025293997?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/8157868875025293997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=8157868875025293997&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8157868875025293997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/8157868875025293997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/faz-de-mim-tua-balada-serei-pauta-serei.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sacneo4pshI/AAAAAAAABkM/4lTKyIW8mX4/s72-c/gg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-9178348806595116071</id><published>2009-02-22T16:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:33:47.078Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SaF9YEa3O7I/AAAAAAAABjs/hHmJkA1Ogo8/s1600-h/266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305659688475900850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SaF9YEa3O7I/AAAAAAAABjs/hHmJkA1Ogo8/s320/266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Visto o meu traje de gala e danço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Alheia do mundo, apenas sinto a música que me envolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me liberta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Neste palco em que actuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas quero a tua presença como plateia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pois de outra forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jamais conseguiria transportar para esta dança de sentires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O que apenas quero que chegue a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não quero aplausos, não quero luzes nem mesmo orquestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero apenas que sintas a melodia que te transmito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No compasso dos meus movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando te olhar nos olhos e pedir para me acompanhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não preciso de palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas quero que me envolvas nos teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E que te deixes levar pelo momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Entrelaças as tuas mãos nas minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ternamente encostamos o rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E silenciosamente segredamos palavras loucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Envoltos numa magia profunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma dança perfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A nossa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-9178348806595116071?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/9178348806595116071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=9178348806595116071&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/9178348806595116071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/9178348806595116071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SaF9YEa3O7I/AAAAAAAABjs/hHmJkA1Ogo8/s72-c/266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1323190206257642523</id><published>2009-02-21T13:47:00.020Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:10:52.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Perdemos o jogo, não faz mal nenhum!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E para honrar o meu SLB, mantenho as mesmas palavras escritas durante a tarde!:))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(hoje de tarde escrevi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Hoje o meu Silêncio é quebrado!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ADORO futebol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Adoro e pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Seja qual for o resultado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para mim é e será sempre um CAMPEÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;GRITAREI SLB para sempre :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305253787667158322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SaAMNiEyVTI/AAAAAAAABjM/JteDWuDZlQo/s320/slb_Vs_scp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soooomos Benfiiiica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soooomos paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somos a glóóóória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A voz mais alta de uma naçãooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Somos para sempre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A tua memória&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Uma bandeira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A tua história&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Temos tradição, um ideal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E uma águia que te conduz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E a nossa chama é&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alma de Portugal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Para sempre um vencedor, um rei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amado e consagrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;És a festa de um povo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idolatrado no nosso coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Explode em nós o grito que eu vou cantar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soooomos Benfiiiiica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sooomos paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somos a glóóóória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A voz mais alta de uma naçãoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;São como meninos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Génios imortais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cumprem um destino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jogam sempre mais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E no toque de bola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Magia Futebol-arte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E fantasia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;És a festa de um povo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Idolatrado no nosso coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Explode em nós o grito que eu vou cantar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;(e eu a cantar também!!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ã&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SLBBB SLBBB SLBBB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GLORIOOOOSO SLBBB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GLORIOSO SLBBB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos Benfiiiiica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos a glóóóória&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A voz mais alta de uma nação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1323190206257642523?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1323190206257642523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1323190206257642523&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1323190206257642523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1323190206257642523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SaAMNiEyVTI/AAAAAAAABjM/JteDWuDZlQo/s72-c/slb_Vs_scp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-3960608314689984420</id><published>2009-02-16T19:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:36:28.625Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303476419160572098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SZm7tEa6AMI/AAAAAAAABic/-0X1qPksC_c/s320/song_to_the_siren.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Descanso o meu corpo em pleno mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E deixo-me embalar pela tua imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Onde as tuas palavras são como um canto de sereias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me transportam para um mundo só meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Onde a tranquilidade, a paz...e principalmente o sentimento de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Exercem sobre mim um momento de pura magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Magia essa que só é possível devido à minha entrega total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;À minha essência...às minhas fantasias...aos meus sentires!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E é nesse teu canto de sereias que a minha mente se liberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que o meu corpo se envolve no teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que sinto os meus lábios tocarem nos teus sem se tocarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que sinto o teu abraço forte sem a tua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me delicio com o teu sorriso...esse tão teu...mas que não o vejo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Entra neste meu mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa-te levar apenas para sentires o momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um momento mágico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O nosso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Torna-o real...assim como real é este som que acompanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Este meu devaneio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tão sentido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tão real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(esta música exerce algo sobre a minha pessoa que nunca consegui entender...e nem sei se algum dia o irei entender....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-5008259203376889246?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/5008259203376889246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=5008259203376889246&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5008259203376889246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/5008259203376889246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SZSMrkcsAgI/AAAAAAAABhY/nDqb-KgSpJQ/s72-c/69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-4332086138355709917</id><published>2009-02-09T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:47:32.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SZCTOofGC1I/AAAAAAAABg4/zNphl1OtVu8/s1600-h/4748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300898641010363218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SZCTOofGC1I/AAAAAAAABg4/zNphl1OtVu8/s320/4748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Neste mar de cores, deixa que os nossos corpos se fundam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que encontrem a tonalidade certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E que na tela dos nossos desejos fique desenhada a nossa vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa que os nossos braços se misturem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As nossas línguas se debatam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que a ansiedade do momento resulte numa simbiose perfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Onde o que importa verdadeiramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É o usufruir deste nosso tango de quereres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Embala-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Envolve-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Conduz-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-4332086138355709917?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/4332086138355709917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=4332086138355709917&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4332086138355709917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/4332086138355709917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SZCTOofGC1I/AAAAAAAABg4/zNphl1OtVu8/s72-c/4748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-3849975139861412537</id><published>2009-02-06T23:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:23:08.051Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299824258767622034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SYzCFWvXj5I/AAAAAAAABgo/nhwSWOOocts/s320/4707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Neste turbilhão de sentires e quereres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Onde a razão perde pontos e dá lugar ao desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quebro as barreiras do preconceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dou vida às loucas imagens que me assolam o pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem máscaras, sem teatros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Simplesmente devoção e querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Entrego-me (in)conscientemente aos meus devaneios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas para satisfazer este fogo que me atormenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Os meus braços contornam a tua imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Os meus lábios saciam esta minha sede de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu peito recebe-te entre suspiros e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gemidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu corpo pura e simplesmente reclama o teu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se este meu querer é sinónimo de loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;Louca Sou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-3849975139861412537?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/3849975139861412537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=3849975139861412537&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/3849975139861412537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/3849975139861412537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SYzCFWvXj5I/AAAAAAAABgo/nhwSWOOocts/s72-c/4707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-7015066874611077088</id><published>2009-02-02T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:33:16.195Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dia após dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ano após ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Essas pedras da calçada já são tuas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fazes parte da sua história, assim como elas da tua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Segues a tua rota...sempre a mesma rota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quantas conversas não tiveste com elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quantas confissões não lhes fizeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quantas alegrias não partilhaste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quantas mais irás partilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298283897029996978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SYdJIgGlMbI/AAAAAAAABgg/0_vd4tpOIV4/s320/1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dia após dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ano após ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quantos amores....quantas desilusões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quantas tristezas....quantos desabafos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sempre....nas mesmas pedras de calçada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O mesmo ritmo...a mesma passada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A mesma canção que te acompanha na caminhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que te abstrai do que te rodeia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mais um dia e mais outro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A tua vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um exemplo de vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;És tu, as pedras da calçada....e o teu caminho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As pedras da calçada....tuas confidentes e amigas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas isso...nada mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-7015066874611077088?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/7015066874611077088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=7015066874611077088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7015066874611077088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/7015066874611077088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SYdJIgGlMbI/AAAAAAAABgg/0_vd4tpOIV4/s72-c/1384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1891037614330579022</id><published>2009-01-29T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:30:04.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Os teus defeitos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto de todos eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Defeitos que denominas como terríveis, mas que me cativam a cada segundo que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto quando sorris e ficas sem palavras quando fixo os meus olhos nos teus. Dizes que não gostas que te olhem no fundo, mas eu sei que é porque sabes que leio o que eles me dizem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto quando te enervas quando coras por palavras atrevidas que te digo. Gosto do teu sorriso de adolescente quando ficas admirado com uma atitude minha que não estás à espera. Gosto do teu entrelaçar de dedos quando me queres dizer algo e as palavras não te saiem, e dizes tudo menos aquilo que queres dizer. Gosto quando mostras ser um homem maduro, seguro, e ao mesmo tempo toda a tua aura demonstra a ingenuidade e timidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto quando entras nos jogos de palavras, e me dizes nas entrelinhas que me desejas mas que não vais ceder à tentação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296800765561798146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SYIEO41T_gI/AAAAAAAABgQ/TZ-yjXXWpFI/s320/2521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosto quando me olhas e me tomas com o olhar, embora fiques com ar sério...! Leio cada piscar de olhos como um chamamento ao teu desejo. Como gosto quando me beijas com sofreguidão e sinto um vulcão em ti, que tentas disfarçar com jogos sedentos de língua. Gosto quando observo o teu corpo dependente do meu, do que lhe dou, do que lhe faço, sem ter resistência. E porque digo que são os teus defeitos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Porque os denominas assim. Porque simplesmente me dizes que os quebro apenas com um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1891037614330579022?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1891037614330579022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1891037614330579022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1891037614330579022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1891037614330579022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SYIEO41T_gI/AAAAAAAABgQ/TZ-yjXXWpFI/s72-c/2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-6701261609967882400</id><published>2009-01-27T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:36:49.315Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SX9hiVsHbUI/AAAAAAAABfk/NhFKNCrQqkI/s1600-h/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296058929376619842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SX9hiVsHbUI/AAAAAAAABfk/NhFKNCrQqkI/s320/75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SX9dHR76qhI/AAAAAAAABfc/u5f616Xng_0/s1600-h/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Neste momento nada mais quero, nada mais importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O teu abraço é o suficiente, para preencher esta lacuna existente em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É nele que me quero envolver, deixar ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sentir o teu respirar sobre a minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Absorver o calor que o teu corpo emana sobre o meu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Neste momento nada mais quero, nada mais importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quero estar em ti, como uma segunda pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Abarcar todos os minutos em que me tomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorver todas as palavras que me segredas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E que me fazem levar a loucura....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ouve, neste momento nada mais quero...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas...o teu abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O teu afago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas...tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-6701261609967882400?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/6701261609967882400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=6701261609967882400&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/6701261609967882400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/6701261609967882400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SX9hiVsHbUI/AAAAAAAABfk/NhFKNCrQqkI/s72-c/75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-6379484578022977015</id><published>2009-01-25T18:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:59:35.251Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As tuas palavras não são meras palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nem as consigo interpretar como tal.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Interpreto-as como chamamentos teus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ao crescente desejo que se cria a cada dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295292186440960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SXyoMBq3CVI/AAAAAAAABd0/tAtqMADu2x0/s320/1897.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É sentir a carícia sem ser dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É saborear o beijo sem o dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É unir o calor do abraço que não foi dado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295293391513391122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SXypSK6hEBI/AAAAAAAABd8/Qy9nzdCz6-g/s320/2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não, não são meras palavras que me dizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;São impulsos que deixas gravados no meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mesmo que não sejam as tuas mãos não o toquem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas são as tuas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que na incerteza da certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sinto consolo em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1349529995364510757?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1349529995364510757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1349529995364510757&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1349529995364510757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1349529995364510757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SXWvIN4P6iI/AAAAAAAABc0/doqJCPPSr5Y/s72-c/84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-5501032231429736564</id><published>2009-01-11T17:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:23:08.594Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SWoqx7N8pbI/AAAAAAAABbk/Ow9kLoE5rdg/s1600-h/4647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290087749498217906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SWoqx7N8pbI/AAAAAAAABbk/Ow9kLoE5rdg/s320/4647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A palavra saudade....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dou por mim a ter saudades de tantas coisas, que chego a questionar-me se alguma vez mais viverei certos momentos, ou foram apenas isso...apenas momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sou uma pessoa agarrada ao passado, mas sou agarrada a situações. Algumas boas, outras menos boas, mas que de uma forma ou de outra, marcaram-me e fizeram de mim a pessoa que hoje sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"É a vida, ensina", ouço muitas vezes. Sim, de facto ensina, mas então, porque fico com saudades? Se ensina, aprendi. Se aprendi, já sei como é. Então...se já sei como é, porque quero novamente? É para ficar com saudades? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que desta vida nada mais levo senão momentos....recordações. Questiono-me então...levo saudades? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se é para levar recordações, então quero voltar a viver algumas situações. Não que não me recorde das que vivi, quero é voltar a senti-las...algumas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero voltar a ver o sorriso do meu pai, quero voltar a ouvir o choro da minha obra de arte, quero voltar a sentir quando dei por mim a andar de bicicleta sozinha ao fim de um número imenso de quedas, quero voltar a sentir os mimos da minha avó...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas mais poderia enumerar...são tantas...as saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outros momentos dispensava. A viagem sem retorno do meu pai, quando mudei de cidade e deixei alguns dos meus sonhos para trás, o adeus que tive que dizer em várias situações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas a vida ensina não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que tenho muito pela frente ainda para aprender, costumo dizer que até o meu último suspiro irei aprender como é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que ainda irei ter muitas saudades dos momentos vividos...e dos que ainda me esperam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que ainda irei sorrir imenso, chorar imenso, sei disso tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho actualmente pessoas fantásticas que me rodeiam. Algumas irei conhecer. Quero aproveitá-las ao máximo. Se a vida dá-me momentos, quero levar os melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas sei...que alguns momentos nunca mais os posso viver...e tenho saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedico este post ao meu pai e a quem faz parte da minha vida. Não preciso de dizer nomes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1563604023697655846?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1563604023697655846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1563604023697655846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1563604023697655846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1563604023697655846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SVpWteNAyGI/AAAAAAAABak/vc7u7rm5YeU/s72-c/golfinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-1205402325967063910</id><published>2008-12-27T19:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:55:16.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SVaF8mOJ7gI/AAAAAAAABaU/IhpwdkLQ-Pg/s1600-h/4537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284558488864419330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SVaF8mOJ7gI/AAAAAAAABaU/IhpwdkLQ-Pg/s320/4537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Desnudo-me apenas para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Algures no meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ignorando o meu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apenas centrada na tua chegada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aguardo as tuas carícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que vão certamente saciar esta sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me guiam os sentidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me sugam este meu querer de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu peito reclama-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A minha boca chama-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu ventre estremece ao chamamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu corpo...espera-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-1205402325967063910?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/1205402325967063910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=1205402325967063910&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1205402325967063910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/1205402325967063910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SVaF8mOJ7gI/AAAAAAAABaU/IhpwdkLQ-Pg/s72-c/4537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-683708220085486389</id><published>2008-12-20T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:24:05.248Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SUqs1AVsk5I/AAAAAAAABZ0/OIGp_4fzLAQ/s1600-h/101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281223539669373842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SUqs1AVsk5I/AAAAAAAABZ0/OIGp_4fzLAQ/s320/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim, um dia cobrirás o meu corpo de pétalas...pétalas essas feitas com o sabor dos teus lábios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pousarás no meu peito que reclama momentos mágicos a dois, e sentirás a doce ternura que os meus braços anseiam por te envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A minha pele ficará tatuada por carícias tuas, e poderás nessa altura sentir o meu verdadeiro eu, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sedento&lt;/span&gt; de ti, aguarda apenas....o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Da minha boca ouvirás as palavras mais loucas que unidas ao desejo, vão despertar a nossa vontade de voar sobre o oceano...sobre planícies...pelas estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim, um dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Counters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25191682-683708220085486389?l=historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/feeds/683708220085486389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25191682&amp;postID=683708220085486389&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/683708220085486389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25191682/posts/default/683708220085486389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiamentiraverdade.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Som do Silêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924910579350772880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/Sww6L2Ff3uI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SIb4yT79bk8/S220/3916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/SUqs1AVsk5I/AAAAAAAABZ0/OIGp_4fzLAQ/s72-c/101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25191682.post-3310703796249239595</id><published>2008-12-08T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:48:28.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ST0-bKYDxXI/AAAAAAAABZU/DtdxV4p6RGw/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442974710744434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fn1g3Sx5wss/ST0-bKYDxXI/AAAAAAAABZU/DtdxV4p6RGw/s320/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Durante tanto tempo andei perdida nos meus pensamentos, à procura da resposta. Resposta essa que eu já sabia, mas que não queria aceitar, pois não era essa a que me fazia feliz. Queria a resposta que me fizesse sorrir...! Sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Queria uma resposta que me completasse. Que me fizesse sentir viva. Que me fizesse acreditar vivamente que afinal me querias tanto como eu a ti. Queria acreditar que os meus receios, os meus medos não passavam disso mesmo. Receios. Queria que me envolvesses nos teus braços e conseguisses sentir o que eu trago guardado no peito. Queria. Queria. Queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando me encontrei finalmente comigo, no meio de um turbilhão de emoções e sentimentos, percebi que nunca percebeste o quanto eu te desejava. Nunca me conseguiste ver além de mais uma pessoa, e não como uma pessoa diferente. E eu sou diferente. Perguntas-me porque sou diferente? Sou, porque se fosse apenas uma pessoa, via-te mas não te sentia. Convivia mas não te olhava por dentro. Poderia até gostar de ti, mas seria um mero gostar, não como o gostar que me magoa, que me faz sofrer. Como eu gostava que me deixasses mostrar o quanto eu gosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Conjunto de quereres tão meus, que queria que fossem teus também. Mas acabo por perceber que a vida é assim mesmo, e que só tenho uma opção saudável para mim. Dura...mas saudável. Jamais te direi que te adoro. Quando tiver vontade de o fazer, irei apenas sorrir. Jamais te direi que te imaginei vezes sem conta a fazer amor comigo, e quando o meu pensamento fluir para esse lado, apenas irei sorrir. Jamais ousarei em demonstrar o meu desejo, e se me sentir alguma vez tentada a tal, apenas tentarei sorrir. O sonho de andar de mão dada contigo, não passará disso mesmo...um sonho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acredito que um dia este meu querer terá resposta. A resposta que tanto preciso. Até lá, irei acordar todos os dias optimista, pois sei que um dia...terei a resposta que tanto quero, sei que a mereço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;consigo ouvir esta música bem alto...e é inevitável o que acontece....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ofereço a letra da música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"There's so much life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've left to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And this fire is burning still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When I watch you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think I could find the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To stand for every dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And forsake this solid ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And give up this fear within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of what would happen if they ever knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Cause I'd surrender everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To feel the chance to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I reach to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know you can feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We'd make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A thousand dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd make you give them all to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd hold you in my arms and never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another night away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're the reason I go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now I need to live the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Right now, there's no better time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From this fear I will break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I'll live again with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And no they can't take that away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And they will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I´d surrender everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To feel the chance to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I reach to you I know you can feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We'd make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A thousand dreams I still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd make you give them all to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd hold you in my arms and never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Every night's getting longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And this fire is getting stronger, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll swallow my pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and I'll be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can't you hear my call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I´d surrender all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd surrender everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To feel the chance to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I reach to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know you can feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A thousand dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll make you give them all to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll hold you in my arms and never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Right here, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I give my life to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll break free, take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I surrender all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I give my life to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll break free, take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My everything, I surrender all to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Som do Silêncio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=oceanus" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Web Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oceanus&amp;s=bluesky" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=oceanus&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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