<?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-11631621</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:05:50.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>๑۩۞۩๑Incancellabile๑۩۞۩๑</title><subtitle type='html'>"Eu não sou um corpo que tem uma alma, sou uma alma que tem uma parte visível chamada corpo"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-115270275437120065</id><published>2006-07-12T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:12:34.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sem antes .... ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/O%20nosso%20dia%20LAPIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/O%20nosso%20dia%20LAPIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Um Ciao dos dois, claro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-115270275437120065?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/115270275437120065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/115270275437120065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-sem-antes.html' title='Não sem antes .... ;))'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-115263572152368592</id><published>2006-07-11T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:35:21.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fs4.deviantart.com/i/2004/208/3/2/time_of_death__very_soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fs4.deviantart.com/i/2004/208/3/2/time_of_death__very_soon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pois é, matei o &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incancellabile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já não há razão para o manter vivo...a época é de mudança!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por aqui, muito escrevi, senti e até nem senti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por aqui poderam testemunhar alguns dos momentos mais importantes da minha Vida e momentos que nada disseram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixei lágrimas, sorrisos, gargalhadas, pensamentos, imagens,medos, mas no fundo só resto Eu...eu e ...momentos...retalhos da Vida de uma Mulher que queria agarrar o Mundo com as duas mãos, mas que aprendeu que são necessárias quatro para isso acontecer com êxito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixo aqui umas últimas palavras e votos de Felicidade para todos que as lerem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;As emoções básicas do amor, ódio, medo, etc., são comuns a todos nós, seres humanos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;As diferenças entre as nossas reacções emocionais, a variação de sentimentos que mostramos, vêm das nossas experiências, e isso todos nós compreendemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Percebemos que somos iguais na essência e que, por vivermos de modo diferente, reagimos diferentemente. Mas, mesmo sabendo disso, custa entender as atitudes dos outros e transformamo-las em problemas de convivência e custamos ainda mais a perceber os sentimentos dos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;E então fazemos da vida uma grande cobrança, querendo muitas vezes transformar os outros á nossa imagem e semelhança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Uns cobram por amar, outros por admirar ou acreditar na capacidade de alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Outros cobram por despeito, ciúmes, inveja, etc. E assim vamos caminhando, insatisfeitos com os actos,pensamentos e sentimentos dos outros, cobrando, cobrando... e muitas vezes não nos apercebemos disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Só percebemos os malefícios das cobranças quando sentimos na pele. Aí defendemo-nos, tornamo-nos agressivos, choramos, etc., e muitas vezes “emperramos” no caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Aí sim percebemos que só o que queremos é ser aceites e compreendidos e que bom mesmo vai ser o dia em que concordarmos em simplesmente caminhar juntos, cada um sendo como consegue ser e estimulado a mudar pelo apoio e não pelas cobranças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DE TUDO, FICARAM TRÊS COISAS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de que estamos sempre a começar...&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de que é preciso continuar...&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de que seremos interrompidos antes de terminar...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORTANTO DEVEMOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fazer da interrupção um caminho novo...&lt;br /&gt;da queda um passo de dança...&lt;br /&gt;do medo, uma escada...&lt;br /&gt;do sonho, uma ponte...&lt;br /&gt;da procura... um encontro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-115263572152368592?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/115263572152368592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/115263572152368592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/07/matei.html' title='Matei...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-115028783720761289</id><published>2006-06-14T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:23:57.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It would take an eternity to break us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/O%20nosso%20dia%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/O%20nosso%20dia%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A minha alma gémea surpreende-me a cada dia... Conheço essa sua capacidade, contudo a arte de surpreender é-lhe peculiar e nunca foge entre os seus dedos. A minha alma gémea, toca-me pela sua presença na minha alma, conversa comigo com o olhar, luta comigo para atingir-mos as mesmas metas, e conhece-me de maneira cristalina. A minha alma gémea, a outra metade da minha laranja, a lua do meu planeta... És tu! Soube desde que falamos a primeira vez, e estás muito além da mera e vulgar complementaridade...After all you are my soul mate. Estive no teu blog, e queria deixar-te algumas palavras, que pecam pela insuficiência em expressar o que sinto por ti. Amo-te para todo o sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: Esta foi a resposta da minha Alma Gémea ao último post!! :D:D:D:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E a ti meu amor...que mais te posso dizer??Meu amor incondicional, minha Vida..meu tesouro!!Amo-te mais que a minha própria Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-115028783720761289?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alma gémea de minh'alma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flor de luz de minha vida....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sublime estrela caída...das belezas da amplidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu errava no mundo...triste e só, no meu caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegaste, devagarinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E encheste-me o coração....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinhas na bênção das flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da divina claridade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tecer-me a felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em sorrisos de esplendor!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És meu tesouro infinito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juro-te eterna aliança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sou tua esperança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como és todo meu amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma gémea de minh'alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu te perder algum dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serei tua escura agonia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da saudade nos seus véus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia me abandonares,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luz terna dos meus amores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hei de esperar-te, entre as flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da claridade dos céus."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Emmanuel (psicografado por Chico Xavier)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114987850891693675?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114987850891693675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114987850891693675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/06/minha-alma-gmea.html' title='A minha Alma Gémea ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114934136363345157</id><published>2006-06-03T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:29:23.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/torres%20vedras%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/torres%20vedras%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a visão que temos logo ao acordar!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114934136363345157?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114934136363345157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114934136363345157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/06/paraso.html' title='Paraíso...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114840971830643469</id><published>2006-05-23T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:25:33.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só tu me fazes sorrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/O%20nosso%20dia%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/320/O%20nosso%20dia%20042.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando chegas, fico entre o início e o fim da minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apagam-se prantos antigos e a tua presença, sempre outra, sempre nova, acende dias serenos, plenos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim, a vida deixa de ter passado, deixa de ter futuro, para ser, apenas, o momento do teu riso branco e desse olhar onde me perco, esquecida, em mil desvarios de noites consumadas em fogo e suor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É nesse tempo amor, verdade, paixão, tesão, carinho, cumplicidade, é nesse segundo aquém despedida, que o amor acontece e a eternidade é vivida&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114840971830643469?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114840971830643469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114840971830643469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/05/s-tu-me-fazes-sorrir.html' title='Só tu me fazes sorrir...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114677418962753150</id><published>2006-05-04T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:23:09.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/pb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The best things in life are the simple things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114677418962753150?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114677418962753150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114677418962753150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114494951199811490</id><published>2006-04-13T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:31:52.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vi um Anjo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/DSC00416(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/320/DSC00416%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu olhar beijaste-me a alma,&lt;br /&gt;em pequenos gestos te a entreguei.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que tenho de mim de olhos fechados digo&lt;br /&gt;o sentir que me aperta o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Vi um anjo de olhar sereno&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso que enfeitiça o luar&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração eu "morri" de dor&lt;br /&gt;de não te puder desenhar&lt;br /&gt;a chave do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi um anjo que me beijou a alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi um anjo em forma de Homem.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo do amor em ti tem&lt;br /&gt;o teu nome...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi-te de olhos fechados, quando&lt;br /&gt;deixei o meu coração voar a&lt;br /&gt;procura do teu&lt;br /&gt;amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114494951199811490?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114494951199811490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114494951199811490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-vi-um-anjo.html' title='Eu vi um Anjo ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114494230082180824</id><published>2006-04-13T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:31:40.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonhar acordada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/500.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/320/500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Lembro-me de cada olhar…&lt;br /&gt;cada gesto…&lt;br /&gt;cada toque…&lt;br /&gt;cada cheiro…&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de velar o teu sono…&lt;br /&gt;de comunicarmos em pensamento…&lt;br /&gt;de adivinharmos os nossos desejos…&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me do teu acordar…&lt;br /&gt;da tua pele…&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo misturado no meu…&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me do brilho do teu olhar…&lt;br /&gt;do brilho do meu olhar…&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de cor de cada lugar do teu corpo…&lt;br /&gt;de cada beijo teu…&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de ser Tua…&lt;br /&gt;de seres Meu…&lt;br /&gt;de dormir com a intensidade da tua presença, e acordar a cheirar a ti…Completas-me Meu Amor… e lembro-me de Tudo...a cada segundo que passa, mesmo a teu lado!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ps: Feliz Páscoa para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="layout for myspace" src="http://content32.bigoo.ws/content/easter/glitter/e_glitter_13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114494230082180824?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114494230082180824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114494230082180824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/04/um-sonhar-acordada.html' title='Um sonhar acordada...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114408829322809972</id><published>2006-04-03T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:18:13.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tópico: Miminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/DSC00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/DSC00492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Os Miminhos de hoje são os famosos "Brigadeiros", um doce típico do Brasil...(fora os beijinhos e abracinhos matinais, antes da saída apressada e atrasada para o emprego!!!hehe)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoje dou a receita, porque é fácil e apetece-me tornar este Mundo mais Doce e Apaixonado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;100 gr de Chocolate para Culinária Meio Amargo ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;30 gr. de manteiga ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ternura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1 lata de leite Condensado ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Atencão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1 colher de sopa de Natas ( light looooool ) ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Raspinhas ou pauzinhos lol de Chocolate q.b (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Côco Ralado q.b ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saber Perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acúcar q.b ( opcional ) (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Cumplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e esta não é opcional, so o acúcar looool )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Óleo q.b ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sensualidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Derrete-se o &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;, com a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ternura &lt;/span&gt;em lume brando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando estiverem derretidos, adiciona o &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Respeito&lt;/span&gt;, para lhe dar suavidade :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Junta a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Atencão&lt;/span&gt; e mexe....mexe muito bem ate estar tudo envolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vai ao lume...não pares de mexer até a mistura despegar do fundo, NAO DEIXES QUEIMARRRRR, faz sempre em lume brando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Unta um pirex com alguma &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sensualidade&lt;/span&gt;....unta bem....de-va-ga-ri-nho...podes acompanhar com alguns movimentos libidinosos, não fica nada mal ihihihihih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Verte a massa no pirex e deixa arrefecer, fora do frigorífico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando estiver morno, e com as mãos molhadas de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sensualidade&lt;/span&gt; ( hehe ai ai ), faz as bolinhas do tamanho que preferires, e vai passando pela &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt;, nunca deixando o &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saber Perdoar&lt;/span&gt; de lado, e para os mais gulosos pela &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cumplicidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Depois é só meter um forminhas ( eu utilizei quadrados de wax paper porque não me apeteceu ir comprar!!! ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vai ao frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Depois é so degustar a lado de quem amamos...acompanha bem com café simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bom Apetite e uma Boa Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114408829322809972?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114408829322809972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114408829322809972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/04/tpico-miminhos.html' title='Tópico: Miminhos'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114407790681824582</id><published>2006-04-03T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:05:01.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on your side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/blog%20central%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/blog%20central%20park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Central park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then you come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game&lt;br /&gt;But when your name was called, you found a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that I was always on your side&lt;br /&gt;Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent&lt;br /&gt;But your demons and your angels reappeared&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' all the traces of the man you thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' me with no place left to go from here&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' me so many questions all these years&lt;br /&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear&lt;br /&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;br /&gt;This isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;No it isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Well they say that love is in the air, but never is it clear,&lt;br /&gt;How to pull it close and make it stay&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm left to carry on and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Even through it all, I'm always on your side&lt;br /&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear&lt;br /&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Or are we left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;br /&gt;But is this how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;No is it how it's really meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Well if they say that love is in the air, never is it clear&lt;br /&gt;How to pull it close and make it stay&lt;br /&gt;If butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Was it you that kept me wondering through this life&lt;br /&gt;When you know that I was always on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114407790681824582?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114407790681824582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114407790681824582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/04/always-on-your-side.html' title='Always on your side...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114321813405263440</id><published>2006-03-24T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:35:34.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Olho-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/xanapreto%20e%20branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/xanapreto%20e%20branco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dar é Dar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer amor é lindo, é sublime, é encantador, é esplêndido.Mas dar é bom, até demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar é aquela coisa que alguém te puxa os cabelos da nuca...Chama-te nomes que eu nem me atreveria a escrever...Não te vira com delicadeza...Não sente vergonha de ritmos animais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar é bom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor do que dar, só dar por dar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar sem querer casar...Sem querer apresentar-se à nossa mãe...Sem querer dar o primeiro abraço de Ano Novo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar, apenas, porque essa pessoa te excita a coluna vertebral...Te molha o instinto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar porque a vida é stressante e dar relaxa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar porque se não deres a ele hoje, vais dar amanhã, ou depois de amanhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar sem esperar ouvir promessas, sem esperar ouvir carinhos, sem esperar ouvir futuro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar é bom naquela hora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante um mês.Para os mais distraídos, talvez anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas dar é dar demais e ficar vazio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar é não ganhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É não ganhar um "eu amo-te" baixinho perdido no meio do escuro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É não ganhar uma mão no ombro quando o caos da cidade parece querer dominar-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É não ter alguém para querer casar, e para dizer: "O que é que achas, amor?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É não ter companhia garantida para viajar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É não ter para quem ligar quando se recebe uma boa notícia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar é não querer dormir encaixadinho...É não ter alguém para ouvir teus murmúrios...Mas dar é inevitável...Dá mesmo, dá sempre, dá muito...Mas dá mais ainda, muito mais do que qualquer coisa, uma chance ao Amor.Esse sim é o maior tesão...Esse sim relaxa, cura o mau humor, ameniza todas as crises e faz-te flutuar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114321813405263440?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114321813405263440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114321813405263440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/03/olho-te.html' title='Olho-te...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114314205837249786</id><published>2006-03-23T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:04:56.486Z</updated><title type='text'>E mais mimos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/DSC00149.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/DSC00149.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BANANA CAKE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;acabadinho de fazer....receitas não dou, mas se seguirem a receita do Amor, sai perfeitinho!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Acompanha bem com café simples ( do bom!!!LooooooooooL privat joke ) e com uns beijinhos bem repenicados!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bom Apetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114314205837249786?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114314205837249786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114314205837249786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/03/e-mais-mimos.html' title='E mais mimos ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114314152765876055</id><published>2006-03-23T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:04:29.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Como agradar um namorado guloso :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/DSC00089.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Torta de laranja) - Confeccionada por Moi meme a semana passada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E AINDAAAAAAAAAAAAA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Receita de Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Deixe seus olhos se decidirem sobre o objecto amado, reserve.&lt;br /&gt;Separe o intelecto dos demais ingredientes. Junte numa vasilha&lt;br /&gt;os beijos dos lábios quentes, as pernas e braços que se entrelaçam,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de sussurros românticos. Misture bem devagar...&lt;br /&gt;Coloque seu coração por inteiro, separe o medo e as inseguranças,&lt;br /&gt;deixe-as de fora. Misture um pouco de confiança, amizade e compreensão,&lt;br /&gt;mas cuidado para não exagerar, senão vira ciúmes. Aos poucos acrescente a paixão,&lt;br /&gt;aquele frio na espinha que vem só de pensarmos,&lt;br /&gt;por último bata um pouquinho de sexo (ou pode colocar á vontade também ihihihi).&lt;br /&gt;Sirva de mãos dadas, aguardando os olhares sinceros,&lt;br /&gt;e o sabor dos agradecimentos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114314152765876055?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114314152765876055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114314152765876055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/03/como-agradar-um-namorado-guloso.html' title='Como agradar um namorado guloso :'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114226686025487929</id><published>2006-03-13T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:12:02.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/Cama%20de%20Baccus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="360" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/Cama%20de%20Baccus.2.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabes o que é realmente bonito de se ouvir? mesmo muito bonito?&lt;br /&gt;- Diz&lt;br /&gt;- Prometes que não gozas?&lt;br /&gt;- Prometo, diz.&lt;br /&gt;- A sério?&lt;br /&gt;- Sério. Diz.&lt;br /&gt;- A coisa mais bonita de se ouvir, mais fantástica, que nos faz sentir bem e em paz, sentindo comunhão e paixão, desejo em comum e partilha&lt;br /&gt;- diz&lt;br /&gt;- que nos explica porque viemos a este mundo e nos comprova que pertencemos a ele&lt;br /&gt;- Desembucha&lt;br /&gt;- que ao primeiro sopro nos mostra estar vivos, e que acima de tudo, somos importantes, pelo menos para alguém somo-lo, é...&lt;br /&gt;- Diz, fala, fala de uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;- tão só... em pequenas partículas de existência e ser&lt;br /&gt;- diz diz.&lt;br /&gt;- de forma tão singela&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- a respiração da outra pessoa ao nosso lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114226686025487929?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114226686025487929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114226686025487929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/03/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114200025448924545</id><published>2006-03-10T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:10:58.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando a noite cai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que bons estes nossos passeios nocturnos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro as nossas palhacadas, adoro as tuas gargalhadas, as nossas brincadeiras, enfim....New York "tem outro encanto" contigo a meu lado!!!! ( até aquele café intragável, sabe bem, quando estou contigo ihihihi )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te Amor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noite de Inverno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ausência de bruma nas águas do rio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ondas capazes de me conduzir ao céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixo-me levar por um raio de luar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando a minha barca subir no firmamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comprarei vinho junto às nuvens brancas....e depois...só te amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114200025448924545?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114200025448924545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114200025448924545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/03/quando-noite-cai.html' title='Quando a noite cai...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-114133852510480953</id><published>2006-03-02T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:59:48.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Cai neve em New York...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/CRW_5480_RT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/CRW_5480_RT8.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o nosso dia amanheceu tristonho...no teu olhar vi frases sem sentido, palavras sem nexo, em silencio...depressa saiste e a saudade fez-me esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora a neve silenciosa....linda...branca...imaculada...&lt;br /&gt;Foi ela que me aqueceu da tua ausencia....foi com ela que falei e lhe contei como é bom viver a teu lado, partilhar o meu dia a dia, acordar contigo e ver esse olhar tão doce...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas lágrimas ajudaram a derreter aqueles flocos que caiam sobre mim...lágrimas de medo...medo de um dia acordar, de nunca mais velar esse sono tão merecido, de um dia não ter o cuidado de tratar de ti como se fosses o meu tesouro mais valioso...&lt;br /&gt;Sorri e lembrei-me que o dia passa depressa e que aquela lua que nos apaixonou e foi cumplice deste amor, me trará mais uma noite o Homem mais encantador que um dia conheci...o MEU!!&lt;br /&gt;É ela que te traz meu amor...é ela que te acompanha e te protege, a meu pedido...&lt;br /&gt;Deixei para trás a vida cheia de loucuras, fechei a porta onde mais não quero entrar...e aqui estas tu...a minha recompensa mais querida...o meu PRIMEIRO GRANDE AMOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te minha Vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-114133852510480953?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114133852510480953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/114133852510480953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/03/cai-neve-em-new-york.html' title='Cai neve em New York...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113993028420614060</id><published>2006-02-14T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:07:13.330Z</updated><title type='text'>To my Valentine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you be the wind to blow me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you be a dream on the wings of a poema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd if you were walking through a crowd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know I'd be proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you call my name out loud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you suppose that I would come running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you suppose I'd come at all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppose I would...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te B.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/blog2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/blog2.0.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/blog2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/blog2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/blog2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/blog2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113993028420614060?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113993028420614060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113993028420614060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-my-valentine.html' title='To my Valentine...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113992606571883296</id><published>2006-02-14T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:08:46.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/nos2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/blog2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113992596104135105?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113992596104135105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113992596104135105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113879029546784961</id><published>2006-02-01T10:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:30:20.433Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/cabelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/cabelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar é a eterna inocência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a única inocência é não pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes porque as palavras de amor não são ridículas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem são absurdas as cartas que escrevemos em folhas perfumadas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem são esdrúxulos os sorrisos fora de moda que usamos presos ao dia de hoje?Porque quando usamos palavras feitas de amor, porque quando inventamos cartas aromáticas, porque quando desenhamos sorrisos nas folhas dos nossos dias, descobrimos outros significados para os sinónimos estudados no passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor não é sentimento, é música&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sol não é astro, é a tua voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;palavra não é signo, é carícia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bom dia, não é saudação, é beijo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disse-te um dia. Poderemos ser amantes, amigos ou dizer adeus. Faltou-me uma hipótese. Poderemos ser sonho, música, poema. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou tudo junto…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua... hoje, agora e pra sempre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113879029546784961?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113879029546784961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113879029546784961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113821244535867281</id><published>2006-01-25T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:07:25.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma carta encontrada por aqui....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/nos.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/nos.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aqui, sem ti, sei o que é a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mas não te vou dizer o que é, para não te entristecer. Quero que sorrias, para que continue a haver claridade nos dias que discorrem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quero que continues a olhar para o devir, pois se não o fizeres não valerá a pena olhar à noite as estrelas a brilhar no negro lácteo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E, neste momento, quero que o Inverno não termine nunca.Aqui faz muito frio, mas não importa, o frio é tão leve que se pudesses ler esta carta nem sentirias o desabrigo da noite gelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e esqueço a Lua mentirosa que surge na janela, sussurrando que não existes.Se fechar os olhos, quem existe és tu e não a Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aqui, sem ti, invento o aqui contigo. Escrevo-te.Espero pelo teu regresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Bom, recordar um passado doloroso e dizer "olá" a este presente-futuro risonho!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113821244535867281?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113821244535867281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113821244535867281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/01/uma-carta-encontrada-por-aqui.html' title='Uma carta encontrada por aqui....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113723983064109252</id><published>2006-01-14T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:57:10.686Z</updated><title type='text'>O Presente que a Vida me deu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/econvrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/econvrest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Óbidos (Estalagem do Convento) - 11/01/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz, somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos e ter energia bastante para realizá-los a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos. Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo nem culpa de sentir prazer. Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar e recriar a vida à nossa própria imagem e semelhança e vestir-se com todas as cores e experimentar todos os sabores e entregar-se a todos os amores sem preconceito, nem pudor. Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem em que todo desafio é mais um convite à luta que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição de tentar algo novo, de novo e de novo, e quantas vezes for preciso. Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente chama-se PRESENTE e tem a duração do instante que passa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te com Alma e Corpo...pra sempre e desde sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113723983064109252?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113723983064109252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113723983064109252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-presente-que-vida-me-deu.html' title='O Presente que a Vida me deu...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113470873905732626</id><published>2005-12-16T04:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:55:21.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Presunção e água benta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/zwzw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/zwzw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou o anjo que te acolhe&lt;br /&gt;A mão que te acaricia&lt;br /&gt;O colo que te aconchega...&lt;br /&gt;Sou o abraço que te guarda&lt;br /&gt;O braço que te ampara,&lt;br /&gt;A razão que te aconselha...&lt;br /&gt;Sou a saudade que te aflige&lt;br /&gt;O calor que te aquece&lt;br /&gt;Sou o despertar dos teus sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Sou o amor da tua vida,&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão nunca sentida,&lt;br /&gt;A musa que a sonhar te inspira...&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu único pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Que monopoliza os teus momentos&lt;br /&gt;Quero te ter para sempre do meu lado e só para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu amor, enfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzz, ihihihi nota se neh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113470873905732626?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113470873905732626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113470873905732626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/12/presuno-e-gua-benta.html' title='Presunção e água benta...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113426889763812110</id><published>2005-12-11T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:41:37.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Ensina-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/2001_1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/2001_1554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Sou uma figura de romance por escrever, passando aérea e desfeita sem ter sido, entre os sonhos de quem me não soube completar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa-Bernardo Soares, Livro do Desassossego~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ensina-me, por favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A viver sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem os teus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem o teu rosto na minha janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem a tua presença aqui .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Diz-me como serei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem as tuas palavras doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem o teu incentivo encorajador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem o teu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ensina-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Como serei eu sem ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Como viverei sem harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem paixão, sem alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sem ti, minha melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ensina-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ensina-me a viver na tua ausência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A viver apenas para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A não precisar de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; A não fazer da tua alegria o meu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ensina-me por favor ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113426889763812110?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113426889763812110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113426889763812110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/12/ensina-me.html' title='Ensina-me...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113403124309994642</id><published>2005-12-08T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:40:43.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor vincit omnia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/AMOR%20VINCIT%20OMNIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/AMOR%20VINCIT%20OMNIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i could...I would help you make it through the hungry years but i know that i could never cry your tears but i would...if i could...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vale a pena googlar e descobrir o significado da frase em Latim...XD, não, não vou facilitar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113403124309994642?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113403124309994642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113403124309994642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/12/amor-vincit-omnia.html' title='Amor vincit omnia!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113350629729716232</id><published>2005-12-02T06:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-02T07:01:08.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Querido Pai Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/queridopai%20natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/queridopai%20natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Querido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok ok não rasgues já a minha cartita!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Paliseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....ok, agora que atraí a tua atenção, queria dizer-te que durante muitos anos e a long long ago, acreditei piamente em ti!!!!Sério!!!!Foi uma desilusão enorme quando me disseram que afinal....CAPUT...TU não existias!!!!Porém, tambem me disseram que poderias ser eterno...poderias ser bem real e eterno dentro do meu coração e nas minhas acções ao longo da Vida!!!Disseram-me que todos podemos ser&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Pais e Mães Natais&lt;/span&gt;...e sabes, tentei sê-lo...para os meus pais, para os meus irmãos,amor, amigos e até a quem não me é nada...não tive que dar presentes caros, não tive que andar de chaminé em chaminé, apenas os fiz feliz com a minha presença...fi-los sorrir, passei a mão nas suas faces, enxuguei algumas lágrimas e até dei algumas reprimendas!!!!( Ás vezes é necessário neh???ahah e eu ke o diga!!) :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Disseram-me tambem um dia iria aparecer o MEU &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt;...um que me daria todo o Amor do Mundo, um Amor Puro, desprovido de interesse, muito carinho, atenção, que me iria respeitar muito e que acima de tudo, iria ser bem real e que até ser velhinha, todas as noites, á meia noite ( ou não ), me iria dizer o quanto me ama, me iria dar um carinhoso beijo e que o seu calor me aqueceria até a Alma!!!A sério &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E não é que era verdade???????Já o vi...mas shiuuuuuuuuu, não contes a ninguem!!!!É que destes ...só há UM!!!! ihihihih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bom, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt;, já me estou a esticar , como sempre ( lembras-te daquela que te escrevi a uns 20 anos de 5 folhas?????'!!!!ahahah), queria só dizer-te que este ano, portei-me....er....bom, portei-me bem!!!!!!!Fui boa filha, uma boa amiga ( palavras dos amigos/as ), uma boa irmã e fiz algo por quem mais precisa!!Não quero vanglorizar-me, mas...os valores que me incutiram, foram bem usados e hoje sinto aquela sensação de "Missão Cumprida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto a mim, sabes bem o que quero neste &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Natal&lt;/span&gt;!! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um abraço apertadinho &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt; e gostei de saber que andas no ginásio...essa barriga não era nada Fitness!!!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bastet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ps: Já agora &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt;, quando fores a casa dos meus amigos, familia e até a casa de quem não me conhece, deixa lá muita Paz, muuuuuuuuuuito Amor e votos de Felicidade Eterna!!Ahhhh, e já agora diz pra tirarem a unhaca dos Sonhos que só fazem mal!!!! LoooooooooooooL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113350629729716232?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113350629729716232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113350629729716232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/12/querido-pai-natal.html' title='Querido Pai Natal...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113323267100448732</id><published>2005-11-29T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T02:51:11.046Z</updated><title type='text'>No Words ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje só te quero dizer: és tu quem me faz viver&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te e não o sei explicar!&lt;br /&gt; Desejo-te... é impossivel não desejar!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sou é TEU&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que és é MEU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que há dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho guardado pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;E todas as horas que o tempo tem pra me conceder&lt;br /&gt;São tuas até morrer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria conseguir decifrar, tudo o que sinto e que me faz querer voar&lt;br /&gt;Mas as palavras não conseguem descrever&lt;br /&gt; O quanto o teu toque me faz estremecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adoro-te em tudo, tudo, tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais que tudo, tudo, tudo&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te sem limites, viver uma grande história"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia do teu olhar faz-me delirar&lt;br /&gt;O sabor do teu beijo, o bater do coração... o respirar&lt;br /&gt;Ah quem me dera conseguir explicar!&lt;br /&gt;Este "amor puro"&lt;br /&gt;Que "não sabe a força que tem"&lt;br /&gt;"Meu amor eu juro"&lt;br /&gt;Ser tua "e de mais ninguém"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113323267100448732?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113323267100448732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113323267100448732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-words.html' title='No Words ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113267793909518078</id><published>2005-11-22T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:45:39.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Cool Me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevo com a doçura da minha alma peregrina,&lt;br /&gt;Para satisfazer a minha ânsia de estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;E cada dia que passa, estou a agrupar-me em sentimentos puros, para amanhã te reencontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos são como o voar de pássaros...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Seguirei para o sul, como as aves que me lembraram de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje, dormirei sobre o meu amanhã, na mais pura vontade de te ver!&lt;br /&gt;Na mais pura vontade de te amar... para sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/320/image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vamos de Férias, vamos, vamos, vamos???????Fartinha do friooooo....quero "aquelaaaaaa" prainha...aquela.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113267793909518078?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113267793909518078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113267793909518078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/cool-me.html' title='Cool Me ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113256068325286182</id><published>2005-11-21T07:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:11:23.290Z</updated><title type='text'>All that i want...I have!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/Andrew_V_Pashis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/Andrew_V_Pashis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta noite quero…&lt;br /&gt;Ser o frio que te aquece e o calor que te estremece...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o beijo quente que te gela…&lt;br /&gt;E o toque que te alucina!&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o teu coração bata, com o meu, ao compasso dos nossos corpos loucos de paixão!&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a sentir as tuas mãos, que me percorrem com ternura e quero sentir o teu beijo cheio de loucura…&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir o teu respirar que se acelera quando já não se consegue pensar… e quero deixar de ouvir a tua voz, só para ouvir o teu sussurrar… o teu prazer junto com o meu e ficar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite quero… &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/200/amo%20te%20Sr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Quero te amar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113256068325286182?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113256068325286182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113256068325286182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-that-i-wanti-have.html' title='All that i want...I have!!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113218485834198166</id><published>2005-11-16T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:48:45.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Breve despedida ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Depois daquele jantar, depois dos olhares cúmplices, de nos sentirmos únicos no Mundo, fomos para casa, caminhando de mão dada...&lt;br /&gt;O frio geláva-nos as mãos, mas ele prontamente beijava-me a pontinhas dos dedos, a palma e o calor do seu hálito entrava dentro de mim, aquencendo-me a Alma...&lt;br /&gt;As ruas de NY não eram tão rígidas e frias como quando chegara...tudo aquilo sabia-me a paraíso...sentia que estava em casa...estava com ele!!&lt;br /&gt;Entre brincadeirinhas no meio da rua e promessas de uma noite longa, chegámos a casa...&lt;br /&gt;Um apartamento em Clinton St., acolhedor...o nosso casulo!&lt;br /&gt;Todos os objectos, móveis, livros, discos, eram nossos cúmplices...até as paredes coravam com o amor que reinara naquela casa durante aquela semana.&lt;br /&gt;Esta era a nossa última noite...teria que regressar a Portugal na manhã seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;Não estávamos tristes, sabíamos que em breve o nosso tango de vida voltaria a dar o ar da sua graça!&lt;br /&gt;Entrámos em casa como se fossemos um só...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles beijos eram diferentes, sensuais...cheios de uma saudade de não sarava por muito que juntos estivessemos...&lt;br /&gt;A roupa escorregava pelo meu corpo, sem eu entender bem como...quando dava por mim, estava nua...susceptível a ele...&lt;br /&gt;A força daquelas mãos...a forma como me segurava na nuca e me beijava, deixava-me atónita...&lt;br /&gt;Que força...que cara...que boca...parecia que se transformava...balbuciava coisas que por vezes não entendia...ouvia muitas vezes o meu nome, ouvia gemidos...promessas...cumpridas!!&lt;br /&gt;Com um só gesto virava-me de costas e ali ficava o meu corpo...colado ao dele!&lt;br /&gt;Afastava o cabelo para sentir aquela boca no meu pescoço...um arrepio que me percorria a coluna fazia-me contorcer e pedir-lhe mais...mais...&lt;br /&gt;-" És a mulher da minha vida....única...quero que me leves em todos os poros da tua pele!!" - Era o meu homem, o único que me fazia sentir daquela forma...tão Mulher!!&lt;br /&gt;Ficámos longos momentos assim...eu a sentir a grandiosidade masculina do Homem que me fazia feliz, e ele a desenhar-me o corpo com as mãos...&lt;br /&gt;A parede já não estava fria, aquecida pelo meu corpo e pela pressão que o dele exercia em mim...o temperatura do ar era alta, a dos nossos corpos...um inferno celestial que nunca íríamos esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;O mar de Cascais traz-me o cheiro salino, mas não consegue apagar aquele que o meu corpo trouxe...estas aqui...em mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113218485834198166?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113218485834198166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113218485834198166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/breve-despedida.html' title='Breve despedida ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113197962021724324</id><published>2005-11-14T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:47:00.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentido de vida...por alguem!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/5445451254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/5445451254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei ...se a vida é curta ou longa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido,se não tocamos o coração das pessoas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colo que acolhe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;braço que envolve,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavra que conforta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silêncio que respeita,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegria que contagia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lágrima que corre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhar que acaricia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor que promove.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo,é o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, nem longa demais,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas que seja intensa, verdadeira,e pura ... enquanto durar ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113197962021724324?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113197962021724324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113197962021724324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/sentido-de-vidapor-alguem.html' title='Sentido de vida...por alguem!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113159799884428950</id><published>2005-11-10T04:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-10T04:55:32.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/hummmmmmmmmmm65656.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/hummmmmmmmmmm65656.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quero tocar-te fundo na alma&lt;br /&gt;Rasgar-te a razão&lt;br /&gt;Levar-te a calma&lt;br /&gt;E conduzir-te no mar da paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Usarei as armas da sedução&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir-te o coração&lt;br /&gt;Adentrar a tua história&lt;br /&gt;Povoar tua memória&lt;br /&gt;Encher-te de imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;Faremos o improvável&lt;br /&gt;Realizaremos o fruto da criação...&lt;br /&gt;Seremos os mais matreiros&lt;br /&gt;Na luta contra os travesseiros&lt;br /&gt;No leito desfeito&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa união...&lt;br /&gt;Quero horas de arrebato&lt;br /&gt;Um movimento insensato&lt;br /&gt;Com risco&lt;br /&gt;Ardor...&lt;br /&gt;Quero os espasmos&lt;br /&gt;Mais loucos de amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Notinha :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Noite inspirada huh?!! ihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113159799884428950?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113159799884428950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113159799884428950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/querer.html' title='Querer...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113089708566499862</id><published>2005-11-02T01:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T06:22:45.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns mamyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/meandmymum.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/meandmymum.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mesmo que a noite esteja escura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ou por isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quero acender a minha estrela.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o mar esteja morto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ou por isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quero enfunar a minha vela.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida esteja nua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ou por isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quero vestir-lhe o meu poema.&lt;br /&gt;Só porque tu existes,Vale a pena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PARABÉNS MÃEZINHA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/mum11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/320/mum11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113089708566499862?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113089708566499862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113089708566499862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/parabns-mamyyyyyyyy.html' title='Parabéns mamyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113082378043460500</id><published>2005-11-01T05:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:57:34.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Americanizemo-nos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/laranja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/laranja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/halloween/gif_texts/halloween_text_28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/halloween/doll/halloween_miscellaneous_29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113082378043460500?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113082378043460500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113082378043460500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/11/americanizemo-nos.html' title='Americanizemo-nos ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113072079125532762</id><published>2005-10-31T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:13:13.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Bastet aconselha ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/monopoly.0.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/320/monopoly.0.com" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;O que fazer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;... a E-mails ("mels") Indesejáveis?????Hummmm?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Vão directamente para a Reciclagem, sem passar pela casa da Partida!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bigoo.ws images for your blog" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/image/animation_miscellaneous/miscellaneous_109.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bigoo.ws images for your blog" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/image/animation_miscellaneous/miscellaneous_107.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113072079125532762?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113072079125532762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113072079125532762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/bastet-aconselha.html' title='Bastet aconselha ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113061926957554339</id><published>2005-10-29T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:59:23.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida, vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/nasondasdomar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/nasondasdomar.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descalço os sapatos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixo-os lá perdidos encostados ao chão de fora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembro-me como é difícil voltar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na minha mente, desfaço as malas da tão longa viagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero tirar devagar, cada pedaço do que senti e quero mostrá-lo a quem passar, como faz um mágico com a sua cartola.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero sim, ver-te outra vez e ouvir-te no teu silencio inigualável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encho-me de sonhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrasto os passos pelas memorias paralisadas pela falta de uma vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para elas não importa a beleza, a experiência, os sentidos que falharam no momento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só precisam de uma vida, que as liberte da agonia da sua morte vivida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como eu querem despertar-se. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E viver mais uns minutos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver... Sem saber bem o quê. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amarro-as a mim e vou mais uma vez pelos caminhos que já passei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda cá estão as pegadas. Já meio apagadas pelos falhanços escondidos ao virar da esquina..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas cheguei, cá estou eu, partida em fatias de sentimentos que vivi numa vida qualquer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Guardo apenas uma...aquela que eu e tu fazemos ...juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113061926957554339?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113061926957554339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113061926957554339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/vida-vida.html' title='Vida, vida...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113044320708907419</id><published>2005-10-27T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:15:44.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A impontualidade do Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/Hummm%20LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/Hummm%20LOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás sozinho... (*reparar no pormenor do beicinho ihihih, nao que seja o meu caso, mas temos que ficar tristinhos com quem está deveras "alone"!!)&lt;br /&gt;Tu e a claque do Sporting, em frente a TV, devorando um pacote de bolachas, uma caixa de bombons, enquanto esperas o telefone tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Bem que podia ser hoje, bem que podia ser agora, um amor novinho em folha.&lt;br /&gt;Trimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/glitter_images/glitter_images_143.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;É a tua mãe, quem mais poderia ser?&lt;br /&gt;Amor nenhum faz chamadas por telepatia.&lt;br /&gt;Amor não atende com hora marcada.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode chegar antes do esperado e encontrar-te numa fase "galinha", sem disposição para relacionamentos sérios.&lt;br /&gt;Ou pode chegar tarde demais e encontrar-te desiludido da vida, com medo de sofrer de novo. Porque é que o amor nunca chega na hora certa?&lt;br /&gt;- O amor aparece quando menos se espera.&lt;br /&gt;Passas uma festa inteira hipnotizado por alguém que nem te vê e não reparas noutro alguém que só tem olhos para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ou buscas refúgio num Clube de vídeo, ou no supermercado, sem prever que ali mesmo, poderás encontrar a pessoa que dará sentido a tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é mesmo como uma tesourinha de unhas, nunca está onde tu pensas!!&lt;br /&gt;O teu Amor pode estar nesse supermercado, pode estar impaciente na fila de um banco, na padaria, pode estar cantarolando sozinho dentro de um carro.&lt;br /&gt;O amor está em todos os lugares, tu é que não tens observado bem.&lt;br /&gt;Não fiques aí á espera dum príncipe, de uma princesa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="269" alt="Glitters" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/glitter_images/glitter_images_54.gif" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esperes ouvir "Eu amo-te"num jantar à luz de velas, no Dia dos Namorados.&lt;br /&gt;O amor odeia clichês.&lt;br /&gt;Podes ouvir "Eu amo-te" quando menos esperarares, assim, "do nada".&lt;br /&gt;E as flores vão chegar num dia qualquer, apenas para informar como TU és especial para alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Espalha que o amor não é banal, é fundamental e que embora distorçam o sentido verdadeiro dele nos tempos modernos, ele existe e é o ingrediente mais importante da poção mágica chamada &lt;strong&gt;FELICIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/glitter_images/glitter_images_140.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113044320708907419?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113044320708907419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113044320708907419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/impontualidade-do-amor.html' title='A impontualidade do Amor...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113029075999598289</id><published>2005-10-26T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:39:20.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é fdd!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/Shoot030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/Shoot030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELOGIO AO AMOR -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso in Expresso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quero fazer o elogio do amor puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixona deverdade. Já ninguém quer viver um amor impossível. Já ninguém aceita amarsem uma razão. Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão de prática.Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão ali mesmo ao lado.Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque émais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas edas calças e das contas da lavandaria.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo deantemão, fazem planos e à mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amorpassou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornaram-se sócios.Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões. O amor transformou-se numavariante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica de camaradagem. A paixão, que devia serdesmedida, é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática. Oresultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade, ficam"praticamente" apaixonadas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero fazer o elogio do amor puro, do amor cego, do amor estúpido, doamor doente, do único amor verdadeiro que há, estou farto de conversas,farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço. Nunca vinamorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e tão comodistas como os de hoje.Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia,são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas de cantina, malta do "tá tudo bem,tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, bananóides,borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas. Já ninguém se apaixona? Jáninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, odesequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro acomer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo?&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Nãoé para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, apausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso"dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas edescanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos. Para onde quer que se olhe, já não sevê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O amor fechou aloja. Foi trespassada ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade. Amor é amor. Éessa beleza. É esse perigo. O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não épara nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode.Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar. O nosso amor não é para nos amar, paranos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho deinferno aberto.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o amor. A"vidinha" é uma convivência assassina. O amor puro não é um meio, não é umfim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O amor puro é uma condição.Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O amor não se percebe. Nãodá para perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente. O amor é a nossaalma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe,não apanha, não larga, não compreende. O amor é uma verdade. É por isso quea ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente eminta e sonhe o que quiser. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A realidadepode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. Nummomento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Pormuito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coraçãoguarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida,quando não esta lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nossoamor, o amor que se lhe tem.&lt;br /&gt;Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não seter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viversozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se podeceder. Não se pode resistir.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra. A vida dura a vida inteira, o amor não.Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113029075999598289?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113029075999598289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113029075999598289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-amor-fdd.html' title='O amor é fdd!!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-113012097397325316</id><published>2005-10-24T03:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T03:46:10.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/ola%20borrachooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/ola%20borrachooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"O errado sempre será errado, e mesmo que ninguém veja, os olhos da nossa consciência estarão SEMPRE alerta!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje apetece-me divagar....&lt;br /&gt;Divangando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da Vida vais conhecendo pessoas, modos de vida, status, manias, locais...enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo, fazes um apanhado de tudo o que te passou pela frente, retiras o que é mau, guardas o que foi bom e ignoras as coisas sem valor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente nao pensas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo uma Mulher nova, sei que ainda me falta tanto para conhecer, aprender...porém, já tive alguns dissabores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos focar por exemplo a Amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitos amigos/as, conhecidos...pessoas que se podessem escrever neste blog com TODA a certeza do mundo só teriam bem a dizer de mim...respeito o proximo, não me preocupo em falar nas costas de ninguem, vivo bem comigo mesma, gosto de mim, tenho orgulho nos valores que os meus pais me incutiram, sempre que posso oiço quem precisa do meu apoio, choro com elas, tento arrancar gargalhadas ( quem me conhece sabe do meu humor cirurgico americano do sul de espanha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Só de pensar que alguem sem valores alguns, educação, caracter, bondade, humildade poderia entrar na minha Maravilhosa Vida até me arrepio!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem-se amigo de alguem, assim só por exemplo, sem escrupulos, invejosa, mentirosa, infiel com quem a ama, traidora, fria, que trata o Vosso Deus como lixo, desorganizada, sem nada nesta Vida nem na outra, a quem muitos odeiam sabe-se lá porque, a quem muitos xingam sabe-se lá porque, imaginem..imaginem essa pessoa entrar pela vossa Vida dentro!!!!!!:S Imaginem essa pessoa não ter nada que fazer e lembrar-se de falar de vcs??????&lt;br /&gt;NÃO É UM PESADELO????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim....sejam felizes convosco proprios, amem-se....nao invejem o/a amigo/a, pensem que vão fazer tudo por tudo para ter igual ou melhor!!!&lt;br /&gt;Viagem, leiam, divirtam-se, tratem de voces, ponham-se todos pipocas nem que seja para ir deitar o lixo, vão ao ginásio, mexam na terra, na areia, namorem, façam amor, brinquem com os putos do parque infantil em frente a vossa casa, abracem os vossos pais, digam á pessoa que amam " jà te disse que te amo hoje??" 50 vezes por dia....Mas POR FAVOR, GET A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A vidinha é tão curta...quem não a tem...é bom que se apresse a arranjar uma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIJINHOSSSSSSSSSSSS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-113012097397325316?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113012097397325316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/113012097397325316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/shame-on-you.html' title='Shame on you!!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112976095042677984</id><published>2005-10-19T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:37:37.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/are%20u%20talking%20to%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/are%20u%20talking%20to%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E se...&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo parar?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais se soltar uma lágrima, um suspiro, um olhar...Nunca mais o meu coração palpitar no peito de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Nem o meu aroma voar...Sentirias tu a minha falta?&lt;br /&gt;A minha ausência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notarias que já cá não estou?Pensa, sente no profundo de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Imagina a tua vida sem mim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nestes dias, senti a minha sem ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112976095042677984?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112976095042677984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112976095042677984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/missed.html' title='Missed....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112960064352963949</id><published>2005-10-18T02:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:40:01.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/ahhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/ahhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah I have my addictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and keep my share of secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and things you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I get selfish and defensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And pay too much attention to my insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh I'm just like everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I try to love Jesus and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know what you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or what you think of what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but this is a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what i do and who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all my impurities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are right here on my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My heart break for the homeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I worry about my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and all my bills are late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm dealing with the changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This complicated Strangeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Of seeing life this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm just like everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I try to love Jesus and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I laugh at silly movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tear up when i see babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm stubborn as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I criticize my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder if I'm ready &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To ever be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh I'm just like everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I cry like everybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O "nosso" tempo está sempre parado. Só anda quando estamos juntos. É isso que o torna especial. Porque não é o tempo que apaga a memória, mas sim a memória que apaga o tempo. E essa nunca cairá!Talvez no tempo dos "outros" andemos afastados, mas no nosso acabamos de estar juntos, não foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img height="36" alt="Glitters" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/text_miscellaneous/text_465.gif" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112960064352963949?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112960064352963949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112960064352963949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-me.html' title='This is me...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112958140206346742</id><published>2005-10-17T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:43:26.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/kero....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/kero....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Não é preciso muito pra estar feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Basta acordar e ter algo bom em que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Buscar no fundo da gaveta,aquela imagem que ficou de ontem...&lt;br /&gt;O último raio de sol, espalhado sobre a praia...&lt;br /&gt;Como num beijo de despedida...um beijo de quem parecia não querer partir..&lt;br /&gt;Buscar no silêncio da noite, as palavras sussurradas...&lt;br /&gt;Os murmúrios da paixão que já não se pôde mais conter...&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos e sentir os cheiros do amor imaginado&lt;br /&gt;Entre paredes, entre lençóis, entre segredos...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o gosto do que não foi compartilhado, e que apesar disso, nos enche a boca de desejos...Desejos grávidos, prestes a explodir em actos...&lt;br /&gt;Não é tão difícil assim estar feliz!&lt;br /&gt;E se me foges, se tu me escapas por algum tempo, que me importa essa ausência,se estás em mim constantemente???&lt;br /&gt;A areia tambem retém a água do mar, a acaricia e logo parte...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe seja mesmo este o segredo do amor pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;O não se saber pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;O não se esperar pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas um momento que nos pareça eterno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112958140206346742?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112958140206346742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112958140206346742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser feliz...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112943819061361882</id><published>2005-10-16T05:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T05:49:50.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For prosperity ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/Polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/Polaroid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Everybody is looking for that something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;One thing that make's it all complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;You find it at the strangest places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Places you never knew it could be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112943819061361882?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112943819061361882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112943819061361882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-prosperity.html' title='For prosperity ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112878592803697859</id><published>2005-10-08T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:03:25.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything means nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/zangada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/zangada1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/castelobranco2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tens noção de que eu não sou nada sem ti??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tens noção de que não me importa nada que não sejas tu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tens noção de que tudo deixou de existir??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tens??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tens???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tens noção do quanto me preocupo contigo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De que se pudesse te protegeria de tudo e todos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De que essa protecção seria cheia de garra e com todo o carinho do Mundo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sabes o que fizeste da minha Vida??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E como o fizeste??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sabes que preciso de ti para viver??Que isto não são palavras...que se um dia desapareceres da minha Vida, não vale a pena acordar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sim, sim, as pessoas dizem: "Para curar um Grande amor, só outro Grande Amor!!" ..mas...mas.. e para curar o UNICO GRANDE AMOR...como é??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Há quem se contente com "outro grande amor"...mas eu não sou assim amor!!Eu exijo o melhor...eu Tenho o melhor!!E quando se tem o Melhor, que graça tem o "outro grande Amor"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não terá o teu jeitinho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não terá a tua voz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A tua maneira dócil e meiga de me controlares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O teu becinho quando fazes asneira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O olhar sedutor quando me queres amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A palavra certa no momento certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A palavra errada, no momento inoportuno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A gargalhada a seguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não compreenderá as minhas piadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não me fará sentir saudade no minuto a seguir a desligarmos a chamada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não me conhecerá como tu me conheces...ao avesso!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não terá os teus olhos...a tua boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sim, o tempo ensina-nos como lidar com as pessoas...mas....e o resto???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E aquela sensação que temos de que já vivemos outra vida juntos ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ora...o meu lugar é a teu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O teu a meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vamos fugir???? E avisamos que não queremos ser encontrados??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Some people want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Some just want everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;If I ain't got you &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/castelobranco2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/castelobranco2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Perhaps there?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112878592803697859?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112878592803697859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112878592803697859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/everything-means-nothing.html' title='Everything means nothing...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112827543866680296</id><published>2005-10-02T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T04:17:44.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,Step...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/hip%20hop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/hip%20hop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fica aqui a sugestão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para quem não gosta de estar num ginásio, agarrado a máquinas, para quem gosta de dança ( que é o meu caso), o Hip Hop está aí em força!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É um estilo de Street Dance...Como forma de dança, as suas coreografias são construídas sobre músicas de estilo Hip Hop e R&amp;B. Na vertente New School, alia a técnica e rigor de movimento à sonoridade e ao sentimento transmitido pela música.O Hip Hop não se resume à dança, mas esta expressa uma forma de estar e viver, uma Cultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esta "Ciara" dança bem todos os dias...um dia tenho que dançar assim.....ai tenho, tenho!!!!!Estou lá quase...ihihih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Go Boys and Girl's....let's HIP...and HOP!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"This beat is...Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Work my body, so melodic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This beat flows right through my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ma and Papi came to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Grab somebody, work your body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;work your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me see you 1, 2 step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rock it, don't stop it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody get on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wake the party up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We about to get it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me see ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1, 2 step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love it when ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1, 2 step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1, 2 step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We about to get it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This beat is...Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Jazze made it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So retarded, top-charted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ever since the day I started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Goodies make the boys jump on it No, I can't control myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now let me do my 1, 2 step (come on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="214" alt="Bigoo.ws images for your blog" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/image/animation_miscellaneous/miscellaneous_11.gif" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bigoo.ws images for your blog" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/image/divider/dividers_114.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112827543866680296?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112827543866680296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112827543866680296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/10/12step.html' title='1,2,Step...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112788447870800991</id><published>2005-09-28T06:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:14:38.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar sobre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/Shoot117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/Shoot117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quem não compreende um olhar, tampouco compreenderá uma longa explicação!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;          Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non passa giorno che non senta la tua mancanza, ora senza il bisogno di averti accanto, minuto senza aver voglia di stringerti, secondo senza desiderare i tuoi baci ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112788447870800991?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112788447870800991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112788447870800991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/um-olhar-sobre.html' title='Um olhar sobre...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112769283864427584</id><published>2005-09-26T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:36:19.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/peb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/peb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Palavras são&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;branco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sentimentos são&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"O Guerreiro da Luz olha a vida com doçura e firmeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Está diante de um mistério, cuja resposta encontrará um dia.Volta e meia, diz para si mesmo: "mas esta vida parece uma Loucura!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele tem razão.Entregue ao milagre do quotidiano, nota que nem sempre é capaz de prever as consequências dos seus actos.Às vezes, age sem saber que está agindo, salva sem saber que está salvando, sofre sem saber porque está triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sim, esta vida é uma loucura.Mas a grande sabedoria do guerreiro da luz consiste em escolher bem a sua Loucura!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*In Manual do Guerreiro da Luz - Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Already choose mine ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bigoo.ws images for your blog" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/image/animation_miscellaneous/miscellaneous_102.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112769283864427584?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112769283864427584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112769283864427584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/pb.html' title='P&amp;B'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112735656089843554</id><published>2005-09-22T03:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T06:48:39.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farol para Mar-alto, escuto…. Câmbio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/farolll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/farolll1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje apetecia-me...&lt;br /&gt;Trazer-te para perto de mim…tirar-te e arrancar-te desse suplicio…que se transformou o teu mundo nalguns momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Conceder-te paz, ou tempo, ou espaço…tudo que quiseres, para fazeres o que bem entenderes, só tu, para ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Para perto de mim, porque neste momento estou longe…e perto.&lt;br /&gt;Andas comigo, remember???&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, para ti, tenho a sensação que tudo parece longe.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dava-te e terias o tempo e espaço para voltares a reerguer-te, respirar, dormitar, para o que fosse… mas era algo que te concedias.&lt;br /&gt;Estás mal…consigo vislumbrar e sentir daqui…começa a faltar-te força, para encarares.&lt;br /&gt;Percebe a quem podes acostar, recostar-te… dizer as mais variadas baboseiradas ou asneiras e não perder a força, mas re-ganhá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em ganhar, em vez de esperar ou pensar em perder.&lt;br /&gt;Ganha-te a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Pesco-te…tento, mas o mar está turvo…levantas areia para ver se passas despercebido…&lt;br /&gt;O mar-alto que é o teu habitat, parece distante e definhas na praia…mas repara como basta olhar com atenção e ele está logo ali.&lt;br /&gt;Não te afastes do bom, recarrega baterias nele, não te penalizes, pois és arbitro da tua vida, marinheiro do teu mar…o bom, conquistaste-o.&lt;br /&gt;Foste merecedor, preciso assegurar-te isto, porque até isto deves colocar em dúvida...aliás, elas devem ser mais presentes, que as lembranças em tempo de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Só uma coisa…Não duvides que é mérito teu as pessoas boas que conquistaste, elas estão para ti e por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Presentes e disponíveis…são o farol que pisca por vezes…&lt;br /&gt;Penso em colocar esta mensagem numa garrafa…pode ser que no caminho ou numa viagem ao mar-alto, a apanhes, recebas…e percebas…Eu?.. Bom, eu sou um farol… (pequeno, mas que pisca, mesmo assim ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- bebi uma garrafa de Frize para te enviar isto… ele há coisas que um farol tem de fazer…ihihihihih. Acrescentando…I missed U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112735656089843554?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112735656089843554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112735656089843554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/farol-para-mar-alto-escuto-cmbio.html' title='Farol para Mar-alto, escuto…. Câmbio.'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112667306212332648</id><published>2005-09-14T05:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T06:23:08.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/mimir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/mimir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dorme, meu amor, que o mundo já viu morrer mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;este dia e eu estou aqui, de guarda aos pesadelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fecha os olhos agora e sossega o pior já passou há muito tempo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;e o vento amaciou; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;e a minha mão desvia os passos do medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dorme, meu amor...a morte está deitada sob o lençol da terra onde nasceste e pode levantar-se como um pássaro assim que adormeceres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mas nada temas: as suas asas de sombra não hão-de derrubar-me eu já morri muitas vezes e é ainda da vida que tenho mais medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fecha os olhos agora e sossega a porta está trancada; e os fantasmas da casa que o jardim devorou andam perdidos nas brumas que lancei ao caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Por isso, dorme,meu amor, larga a tristeza à porta do meu corpo e nada temas: eu já ouvi o silêncio, já vi a escuridão, já olhei a morte debruçada nos espelhos e estou aqui,de guarda aos pesadelos a noite é um poema que conheço de cor e vou cantar-to até adormeceres...Dorme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Meu Amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Notinha:&lt;/span&gt; Para quem se quiser arriscar a cantar esta linda música em Koreano para o seu amor, é so fazer uma pesquisa ali ao lado: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;K.i.s.s - Because i'm a Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Himduro juggenunde Ajigdo nor nomu saranghanunde"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/1600/babyy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/829/952/400/babyy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112667306212332648?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112667306212332648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112667306212332648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/dorme.html' title='Dorme...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112615117239886935</id><published>2005-09-08T04:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:44:34.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/Imagem42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Imagem42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Meu Amor, eu vim dos teus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que desconhecias o meu nome...Nos teus sonhos, fui princesa de conto de fadas, amazona de circo, vocalista de banda de rock e ecologista utópica. Fui, também, todas as mulheres que tu amaste.De mãos dadas, flutuámos sobre oceanos, rios, lagos, estradas e veredas ao som dos acordes da tua guitarra.Bebemos raios de luar e, sorrindo, respirámos perfumes de chuva colhidos em ilhas encantadas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus sonhos, Amor, os meus olhos escutaram os teus desejos, o meu sorriso afagou os teus medos, os meus pés nus rodearam os teus passos.Bradavas palavras de angústia e eu oferecia-te vocábulos líquidos que serenaram a tua alma.E, quando a tua pele se incendiava, eu acolhia-te, nas ondulações do meu corpo, e éramos relâmpago e grito em rubras alvoradas.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que desconhecias o meu nome...&lt;br /&gt;Meu Amor, eu sabia de verdades reveladas em espelhos em noites de lua cheia, sabia da pulsação da terra, sabia de danças circulares no resplendor das fogueiras, sabia de ervas mágicas e de esconjuros. Sabia de ti e das tuas vontades....&lt;br /&gt;Mas, só soube de mim, no momento em que me aninhei ao teu lado e te disse o meu nome, Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content2.bigoo.ws/content/doll/glitters_dolls/doll_64.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112615117239886935?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112615117239886935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112615117239886935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/confession.html' title='Confession...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112606124578393905</id><published>2005-09-07T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:53:54.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Al...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/baby111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 377px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 277px" height="259" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/baby111.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez o que se silencia, seja o que por vezes, se sinta mais fundo. Foi assim com o Teu nome. Entraste devagarinho, nem o teu nome era teu. Tinhas dois, mas nenhum era o teu, para mim. Talvez teu nome seja nenhum, nem antes, nem Depois. Existes somente. Existes em qualidades. em sentires. Nem eu sou nome para ti, em mim. Tanto que às vezes o procuro antes de o pronunciar. Alguns dizem que sem nome, as coisas não existem. Não existem porque não podem ser designadas. E se não o podem, não são. não existem.Quando te penso, em ausência, por vezes não me lembro do teu nome. Lembro apenas. Lembro de Ti. Todo. do calor. do sorriso. do som da voz. do gesto terno. sem nome. porque não há nome tão grande assim. porque não há nome para este sentir. Como não há nome para a cor do oceano. Podemos chamá-lo de azul... mas esse nome diz tão pouco do mar, do infinito mar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112606124578393905?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112606124578393905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112606124578393905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/al.html' title='Al...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112587037286725106</id><published>2005-09-04T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:55:57.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuses ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/tlim%20LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 297px" height="269" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/tlim%20LOL.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando os meus dedos percorrem os teus lábios...docemente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando os teus lábios comprimem os meus... selváticamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando mergulho os meus olhos no abismo do teu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando me afrontas com malícia, a me arrebatar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando abro a tua camisa com sofreguidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando ergues o meu vestido, em erupção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando as marcas rubras de hoje, amanhã são roxas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando mortos de desejo, entrelaçamos as nossas coxas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando somos um, rolando pela cama atracados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando os nossos corpos estremecem de prazer... convulsionados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando a tua seiva, com a minha se mistura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somos nesta hora macho e fêmea , selvagens criaturas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou deuses, no cumprimento da lei mais pura !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112587037286725106?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112587037286725106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112587037286725106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/deuses.html' title='Deuses ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112568300735735160</id><published>2005-09-02T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:08:22.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall seven times...Get up eight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/baby2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/baby2221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" DIA A DIA JUNTA-SE Á NOITE BOCADOS DE ALEGRIA CORTADOS DE MÁGOA GRITAM-SE SILÊNCIOS IMPERFEITOS, GELADOS, UIVOS DE HORAS PERDIDAS ... E QUANDO CANSADA ADORMEÇO JÁ O SOL ME AQUECEU E ME PERDOOU ! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112568300735735160?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112568300735735160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112568300735735160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/09/fall-seven-timesget-up-eight.html' title='Fall seven times...Get up eight!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112537834162712932</id><published>2005-08-30T06:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T06:10:23.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/Inerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Inerte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença,a subtil diferença,entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma,e aprendemos que amar não significa apoiar-se,e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.Começamos a aprender que beijos não são contratos,e presentes não são promessas,e que não importa o quão boa seja uma pessoa,ela vai-te ferir de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso,aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.Descobre-se que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la,e que podes fazer coisas num instante,das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida,aprendemos que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias e que o que importa não é o que tu tens na vida,mas sim quem tens na vida.Descobrimos que as pessoas com quem mais nos importamos na vida,nos são tiradas muito depressa,por isso sempre devemos dar ás pessoas que amamos palavras carinhosas,pois pode ser a ultima vez que as vemos.Aprendemos que paciência requer muita prática.Aprendemos que quando estamos com raiva temos o direito de estar com raiva,mas isso não nos dá o direito de sermos crueís e que nem sempre é suficiente sermos perdoados por alguém,pois temos que aprender a perdoarmo-nos a nós mesmos.Aprendemos que não importa em quantos pedaços o nosso coração foi partido,o mundo não pará para que o consertemos,e que o tempo não é algo que se possa voltar atrás.Por isso,planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma,ao invés de esperares que alguém te traga flores,e acabarás por perceber que realmente poderás superar tudo,que somos realmente fortes de verdade,e que podemos ir longe,muito mais longe do que possamos imaginar.A vida tem realmente bastante valor,e nós temos valor diante dela,e só nos faz pensar que estamos a perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar e que podemos perder pelo medo de tentar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112537834162712932?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112537834162712932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112537834162712932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/tenta.html' title='Tenta...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112529458673301205</id><published>2005-08-29T06:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T06:54:48.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterniza-me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 394px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 277px" height="258" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/mirror.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A eternidade não se mede em tempo, mas em 'presença'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é uma dimensão temporal, mas um estado de espírito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim pode-se ficar uma eternidade a olhar pela janela, consumindo apenas 2 minutos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver toda uma vida com alguém e achar que foi tudo um instante. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112529458673301205?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112529458673301205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112529458673301205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/eterniza-me.html' title='Eterniza-me....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112494099752217267</id><published>2005-08-25T04:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T04:42:15.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incancellabile ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/incanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/incanc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou amar-te nos meus silêncios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na calmaria do teu coração que me acolhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E de onde nascem os meus sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou amar-te na minha solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ainda que os meus labirintos te confundam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; E que os teus fios generosos de compreensão se emaranhem no tapete dos meus enigmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou amar-te sem qualquer explicação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na ternura das tuas mãos que me sorriem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou amar-te nos meus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Para que desvendes o que também desconheço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A alma dos meus abismos, onde anoiteço ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E meus olhos adormecem embalados pelo mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Vou amar-te nas tuas demoras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;longas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Em que o meu corpo se veste de céu à tua espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Enquanto os meus dedos acendem estrelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para te iluminar...ainda que ausente estejas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112494099752217267?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112494099752217267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112494099752217267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/incancellabile.html' title='Incancellabile ....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112481082104778180</id><published>2005-08-23T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:32:30.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 414px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 310px" height="262" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/saudade.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Podem parecer sinónimos,&lt;br /&gt;ideia igual, mas são diferentes no sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança é da memória, saudade é da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas lembranças, poucas saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças surgem com um cheiro,uma música, uma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade surge sozinha,emerge do fundo do peito onde é guardada com carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança pode ser boa, mas quando não é,pode-se afastá-la convocando outra lembrança ou convocando outro pensamento para o lugar, ligando a TV ou lendo o jornal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é sempre boa, mesmo quando dói&lt;br /&gt; e não se apaga mesmo que outra pessoa tente ocupar o lugar vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Ela pode coexistir com um novo amor, sem machucá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança é de algo real, de um lugar, uma época, uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade pode ser do que não houve, de uma possibilidade,de lábios jamais tocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança pode ser contada, medida, localizada, e com algum esforço,pode até ser calculada com uma estúpida fórmula de matemática.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é dos poetas, é pautada em rimas e melodias;&lt;br /&gt;vontade de ver outra pessoa, segundo os poetas,teria outro nome, seria uma saudade com tempero, acho eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança pode ser sem som, pode não doer.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade jamais é sem som.Se ela não vier com música de fundo, nós colocamos,só para ficar mais bonita, mais linda de se sentir,para preencher mais a alma vazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança vence a morte,mas conforma-se com a ausência, respeita convenções.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade ignora a morte, vence distâncias, barreiras e preconceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança aceita o nosso comando, vai e volta quando queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é irreverente, independente e auto suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112481082104778180?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 391px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 325px" height="289" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Shoot093.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se algum dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A curva do tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não auferir aos teus sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ferir o teu corpo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua alma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarei á tua espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me importa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terei sempre um gesto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um sorriso para dar-te.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terei sempre o teu cheiro cativante no ar que respiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pedaço do meu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te saciar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se algum dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ousado pelos mistérios,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiseres conhecer-me os caminhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarei á tua espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serei a mesma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez até me torne profeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por acreditar no braço do amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sabendo que sequer um décimo represento na lágrima que deixas cair sobre a almofada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choro contigo à distância..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas choro contigo cada momento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois choro sozinha entre nós...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma vez que choro comigo mesma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se algum dia vieres?...Estarei á tua espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em qualquer lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes onde me encontrar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarei sempre poesando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua ...Toda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noite em noite a vaguear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um verso novo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um canto livre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem sabe uma guitarra a acompanhar-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladeado a mais um amigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outro Gin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro bar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro jardim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro país....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro quarto de Hotel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como a vida me anestesia por tua causa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se esse "algum dia"abraçar o "se algum dia"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vieres, por favor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tragas palavras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traz somente aquele olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naquele sorriso fantástico...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem chores o passado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois o passado estará á tua espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E larga tudo pela tua chegada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizendo-te: Nunca te esqueci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar-te-ei Eternamente!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem...vem...vem....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112441186818812484?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112441186818812484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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solid; HEIGHT: 279px" height="277" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/me8858.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sentiste??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Senti!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112424475826429350?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 332px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 397px" height="375" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/gun5.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/gun5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;"Too Much Love will kill You"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...é bem verdade!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Traz-me encantamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Todos os sons que emanam de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Já não me importa outra palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só quero ter a tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O teu som,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O teu sublime encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que encontro além-mar.&lt;br /&gt;Tu calas em mim as desventuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O sofrer que há na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deixa-me caminhar nas tuas canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que são meus sonhos de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Espera-me nesse teu recanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que das trevas hei de sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para ter de ti a presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E a voz da terra.&lt;br /&gt;O teu timbre celeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Antes domínio apenas dos anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anuncia a eternidade da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A certeza do belo que há em cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E em todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Canta-me acerca do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E quando te silenciares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A tua presença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou a esperança de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...Falarão ainda mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112386365352347105?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112386365352347105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112386365352347105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/tirem-me-deste-filme.html' title='Tirem-me deste filme!!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112371805280150833</id><published>2005-08-11T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:03:00.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Banhar-me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/thouthfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/thouthfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inundar-me com a tua presença&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter as minhas lacunas preenchidas pela tua fluidez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar plena da tua existência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter superfície e profundezas impregnadas com a tua companhia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir o peso do som do teu estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molhar-me com as tuas idéias inesperadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despoluir-me pela força das tuas palavras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformar-me pela conjugação das nossas mentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber que depois do que é vindo, virá ainda mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, depois deste banho pleno e profundo, ainda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero banhar-me de ti....só em ti!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Listening: Dixie Chicks - Landslide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112371805280150833?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112371805280150833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112371805280150833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/banhar-me.html' title='Banhar-me....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112362663110625729</id><published>2005-08-09T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:03:37.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto mais te tenho...mais quero!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/meeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 413px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 345px" height="306" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/meeeeee.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Dois amantes felizes não têm fim nem morte,nascem e morrem tanta vez enquanto vivem que são eternos como é a natureza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Tu sei nei miei sogni, tu sei nei miei pensieri. I tuoi capelli sono il profumo della notte, la tua bocca è la dolcezza delle illusioni, i tuoi occhi sono la profondità del buio, La tua pelle è l'immensità del cielo, le tue parole sono tagli nello spirito. Tu sei nei miei giorni, tu sei nella mia vita..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bastet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112362663110625729?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112362663110625729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112362663110625729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/quanto-mais-te-tenhomais-quero.html' title='Quanto mais te tenho...mais quero!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112335387798280141</id><published>2005-08-06T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:58:49.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até já....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/meeeegrande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 392px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 314px" height="279" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/meeeegrande.jpg" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está escrito nas estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;que meu serás e a ti estou destinada...para sempre...(E)ternamente...&lt;br /&gt;como o sol e a lua que em eclipse se amam, somos um só...&lt;br /&gt;Dependo de ti para viver, meu senhor, minha alma...Senhor da minh'Alma...&lt;br /&gt;Transparente e amado Senhor ke Tua me fizeste desde o primeiro momento...&lt;br /&gt;Momento sublime e de afecto....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momento que quero eternizar nestas linhas....&lt;br /&gt;Nestas linhas da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Neste nosso fado....de viver lado a lado...&lt;br /&gt;Estória contada a duas mãos...a dois gritos calados!&lt;br /&gt;amo te e vou querer-te até o Sol ser Lua e a Lua ser pó....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112335387798280141?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112335387798280141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112335387798280141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-j.html' title='Até já....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112317901366079108</id><published>2005-08-04T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:34:28.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo pienso en ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/face555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 403px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 283px" height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/face555.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu corpo é assim como uma escultura esculpida no meu desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu protejo-te da minha insensatez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre beijos passeio por ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a calma dos répteis serpenteando a presa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finjo-me indefesa enquanto vislumbro o prazer de te lamber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roço-me na carne paralisada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrastando-me em atritos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquece os teus mitos que minha boca te abafará os gritos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arranho as tuas costas (no fundo gostas...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e cravo-te os dentes (no fundo sentes...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e confundo-te (se toco no fundo...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aliso os teus fios, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dou-te a provar o meu cio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afago os teus pelos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emaranho-me nos teus cabelos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E faço-te macho...meu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amando de cima abaixo, louco, livre, réu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua meta é o meu papel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tua actriz, tua atroz, tua...........Atrás......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112317901366079108?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112317901366079108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112317901366079108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/solo-pienso-en-ti.html' title='Solo pienso en ti...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112302993548253201</id><published>2005-08-03T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:05:25.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laços...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/edwards07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/edwards07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto cada dia mais teu cheiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dentro e fora de mim ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo cada abraço, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enredo imortalizado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem fim... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bocas coladas, ávidas, por entre ventres &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percorremos em vícios cada sombra das vertentes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retornamos e caminhamos em nós... assim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movimentos sempre e sempre pertinentes...&lt;br /&gt;Esbarro meu cada trecho entre palavras e sons &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada verso e reverso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; agora em vários tons...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viro e desviro, mexo e remexo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;olhos, lábios, tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frente, lado, trás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;revirada e volta...sempre mudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós ... Laços ... Tu ... Eu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ali e aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;remechendo mãos ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delirando, gritando, calando, gemendo...Mãos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem vinho e sem lareira...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espelho. Pernas. Dentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escorrega de gente, decente, indecente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ida...Vinda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo feito sem repente, nada e tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ausentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pressentimos cada um de nós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vês? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paraíso eterno de prazer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doce e repleta vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espectacular efeito este que causas em amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feita tua sempre sou e me faço...tua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112302993548253201?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112302993548253201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112302993548253201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/laos.html' title='Laços...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112294361021850671</id><published>2005-08-02T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:55:13.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mordo-me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/hummmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/hummmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fazes-me condenar a minha alma...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Irritas-me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Excitas-me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dás-me a volta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vens com cara de menino que pede colo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não resisto...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nao TE resisto...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando te ausentas sinto saudades...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Desespero...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando me amas...entrego-me...toda!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando me queres não posso dizer que não...nunca!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;És sem dúvida tudo aquilo que sempre quis...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Demoves-me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Conquistas-me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Controlas-me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Páras-me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fazes-me ir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e vir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amas-me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amo-te!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112294361021850671?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112294361021850671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112294361021850671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/08/mordo-me.html' title='Mordo-me....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112268264014628411</id><published>2005-07-30T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:23:46.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D(i)vagar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje vou dar-me a ti....de...va...ga...ri...nho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vou-te dar...sem dar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tirar e esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vou seduzir-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lambuzar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;rir para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... tirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vou fazer-te desesperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zangar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Até que faças o que quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não dou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dou??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nãoo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enfim....dominas-me...e eu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu deixo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112268264014628411?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112268264014628411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112268264014628411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/divagar.html' title='D(i)vagar...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112256740955706929</id><published>2005-07-28T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:17:29.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O beijo *</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/beijooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/beijooooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom...hoje acordei com uma enorme vontade de beijar...de ser beijada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijo Húmido, quente, sensual, louco, criativo daqueles de deixar o outro sem fôlego!!!!Já repararam como é bom beijar...com intensidade, com fogo....com a alma. Hummmmm........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me lembro de ter alguma vez sentido tanta vontade...;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou muiiiito beijoqueira e desenganem-se, não sou só fervorosa adepta dos beijos libidinosos....gosto tambem de andar alapada aos meus pais, irmaos a dar bjinhos :o) principalmente no pescoço...ihihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porem...hoje falemos do beijo em geral...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/beijii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/beijii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Além dos benefícios evidentes que emanam do simples acto de beijar, um beijo é também considerado um óptimo exercício para perder calorias e ajudar a ficar em forma ah pois é....meus amigos, perdem-se de 12 a 15 calorias por beijo e depende da intensidade desta ternurosa demonstraçao de afecto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabem que um beijo movimenta 29 músculos, 12 dos lábios e 17 da língua????As pulsações cardíacas durante o beijo saltam de 70 para 140 por minuto!!!!!!! Bom...já parece que estou a ver chegarem a casa e gritarem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"QUERIDAAAAAAAA VAMOS FAZER MUSCULAÇAO LABIAL???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabiam que na Argentina e Itália é vulgar a saudação entre homens com troca de beijinhos no rosto??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E que na Escócia antigamente,após a celebração de uma cerimónia de casamento, em vez do tradicional beijo do noivo na noiva, era o padre quem selava o compromisso e beijava a nubente nos lábios. Embora pareça anedota, acreditava-se, plenamente, que a felicidade do futuro casal, dependia dessa benção. Mas o ritual não ficava por aqui. Como forma de garantir a felicidade eterna do laço matrimonial, ainda durante a boda, a noiva tinha de beijar a boca de todos os convidados homens, que em forma de agradecimento lhe davam dinheiro. Os noivos da época tinham o espírito muito aberto ihihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Tnho a certeza que se fosse com alguem que conheço havia chapada na certa!!!!Aiiii que herege...;) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E mais...na Itália: no século XV, se um homem beijasse uma mulher em público não havia recuo: tinha que casar com ela aaaaaaahahahhah ainda é assim...ahahhah quem é que me beijou hoje quem foi???ihihiihih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enfim...temos beijos para todos gostos, é pra menina e pró menino, temos o beijo de respeito, o beijo de amor, o beijo de uma tórrida paixão, o beijo de narizinho, o biquinho, o linguado ou o beijo frances, o beijo de respeito que é dado na testa, o beija-mão ( que eu adoooooro!!!), o beijo de Judas, o beijo molhado, o beijo com dentadinha, etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No final das contas, ninguem dispensa uma beijoca...eu pelo menos...adoro beijar...agora que sei que se perde calorias....ui....sabem que tenho que perder 1215412151 calorias até o mês que vem???ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E para mostrar que até entendo de ....línguas...aqui vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Italiano:&lt;/span&gt; Baccio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Inglês:&lt;/span&gt; Kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Espanhol: &lt;/span&gt;Beso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Japonês:&lt;/span&gt; Kissu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Alemão:&lt;/span&gt; Küchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Francês:&lt;/span&gt; Bisou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Maia:&lt;/span&gt; Tzub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sumeriano:&lt;/span&gt; Su-Ub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tupi Guarani:&lt;/span&gt; Pitér&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Grego: &lt;/span&gt;"felia" &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;( sera que foi daqui que surgiu a palavra "Fellatio"???ihihi )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sueco:&lt;/span&gt; Xkyss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hebraico:&lt;/span&gt; Neshiká &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chinês:&lt;/span&gt; Quin Wen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Russo:&lt;/span&gt; Potselui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;muamuamuamuamuamuamuamua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;para todos e não deixem para depois, beijem muito...acelera o ritmo cardíaco!!!E como dizem os Brasileiros:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beijo é que nem ferro elétrico: Liga em cima, esquenta em baixo.":P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112256740955706929?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112256740955706929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112256740955706929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-beijo.html' title='O beijo *'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112242383376733570</id><published>2005-07-27T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:33:53.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorda-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/kim01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/kim01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se depois de fazer amor eu dormir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acorda-me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois não foi sono o que me fez dormir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi para me reter no aconchego dos teus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;essa sensação de entrega e de paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que só o teu corpo me sabe dar .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto te deixei repousar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;refiz o caminho percorrido pelas tuas mãos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o rasto quente e húmido dos teus beijos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixando em brasas cada pedacinho de mim onde a tua boca pousou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meus ouvidos gravaram os teus suspiros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;os teus gemidos e até aquele grito que não deixastes sair mas eu sei que estava lá... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;explodindo junto ao meu grito que consegui conter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então adormeci. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acorda-me para recomeçar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acorda-me com beijos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixa que os meus beijos refaçam no teu corpo o caminho que a tua boca no meu corpo fizer .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nossas mãos sejam livres para encontrar novos prazeres ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e os nossos corpos se encontrem outra vez, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e então...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixaremos explodir aquele grito ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só não me acordes para dizer que já é hora de ir embora. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112242383376733570?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112242383376733570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112242383376733570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/acorda-me.html' title='Acorda-me...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112233736937262625</id><published>2005-07-26T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:36:22.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/Shoot070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Shoot070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde estás tu meu homem, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu menino, meu lamento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha canção de amor? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade das nossas noites/dias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; De fazer amor contigo até  amanhecer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade das tuas mãos no meu corpo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da tua boca aquecendo-me.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade dos passeios da tua língua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A explorar cada canto do meu corpo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se fosses o primeiro a descobrir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se fosse a primeira vez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade de sentir o teu gosto na minha boca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade de sentir-te dentro de mim,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enlouquecendo-me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alucinando-me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentindo-te por inteiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade de ouvir os teus gemidos de prazer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade do teu cheiro de homem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero-te mais uma vez... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero sentir o teu corpo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero sentir o teu calor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero sentir o teu prazer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixas-me amar-te mais uma vez? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa a minha boca enlouquecer-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Deixa minha língua passear pelo teu corpo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa o meu corpo delirar de prazer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer-te meu homem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser a tua fêmea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E delirar de prazer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentindo-te uma vez mais...e outra... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas mais uma vez...ou para sempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu decides...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Saudade de ti... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( e de súbdito sinto-te aqui....a tua mão nos meus ombros...o teu beijo no meu pescoço...Chegaste!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112233736937262625?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112233736937262625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112233736937262625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/where.html' title='Where?!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112199645992758796</id><published>2005-07-22T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:43:48.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrer em ti ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/blow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/blow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOPRA EM MIM O AR QUE TE LEVITA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOPRA ASSIM DEVAGAR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMO SE ME FOSSES SALVAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE UMA MORTE EM VIDA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112199645992758796?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112199645992758796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112199645992758796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/morrer-em-ti.html' title='Morrer em ti ...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112187407189909259</id><published>2005-07-20T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:03:19.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Party For Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/ventre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/ventre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O cheiro do incenso de sândalo fazia-te deixar de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A música tocava-te os sentidos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Olhavas para mim com olhar sequioso... Querias tocar-me...toda...mas eu nao te permitia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dançava para ti e isso deixava-te nervoso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ora sentias-me distante...ora sentias o ar e o cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ke me envolvia, pela velocidade ke passava por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Contorcia-me a tua frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sorria bem perto da tua boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vergava-me aos teus pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;De costas para ti...vias bem as curvas da minha anca e quase que a tocavas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fugi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gostas do meu ondular..eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Quero-te fazer perder o control...ja fiz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O champanhe que deitei sobre mim...faz-me arrepiar...deixo-te provar...devagar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Unto o meu corpo com uma mistura dourada de canela, acúcar e baunilha e dou-te a provar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Beijo-te...beijo-te....sinto-te o sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que a dança dos ventres....comece!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112187407189909259?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112187407189909259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112187407189909259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/party-for-two.html' title='Party For Two'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112182926973837858</id><published>2005-07-20T04:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T04:25:55.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodopio, rodopio e olho-te....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/MezclaSpring_04%20217_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 348px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 401px" height="352" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/MezclaSpring_04%20217_jpg.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esverdeado olhar de caos infinito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satisfaço-me até com o canto de teus lábios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embebedado de teu êxtase, &lt;strong&gt;rodopio, rodopio&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na rodovia do infeliz demônio maldito! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero lhe dar louvor ou pensar em ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho-te apenas em meu paraíso do sonhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Criação de minha ilusão de te amar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que se alimenta de meu orgulho, de quem esqueci...&lt;br /&gt;Poderei viver sem tua presença amorosa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não da tua torturante amizade sombria! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero esquecer que és formosa e deliciosa...&lt;br /&gt;Encerro o meu coração totalmente; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destruindo tudo de ti que em mim havia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas reabro, assim que me aceitar unicamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Andryt &amp;amp; Chamouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112182926973837858?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112182926973837858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112182926973837858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/rodopio-rodopio-e-olho-te.html' title='Rodopio, rodopio e olho-te....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112135984561449875</id><published>2005-07-14T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:54:32.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VOU FAZER AMOR CONTIGO COMO SE FOSSE UMA DEUSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou fazer amor contigo esta noite como se fosse uma deusa q nasceu para te amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou dançar no teu corpo num bailar de véus e de sentidos até já não haver céu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou levar-te a passear por entre as estrelas num trilho de abraços e de luar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E prolongar os meus braços ao sal da tua pele quando os meus lábios tocarem os teus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E as tuas mãos não souberem mais como ocultar os teus anseios... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E os meus seios vão chamar pela lua e pelos ventos e até pelas ondas do mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No ondular da tua lí&amp;shy;ngua no epicentro do universo da minha vontade e dos teus desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou dançar este amor contigo numa ilha sem nome ao som dos sussurros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que os teus lábios não conseguem guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; E vou ouvi-los em forma de gemidos entrelaçados no som do mar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E ao arquejar do meu corpo, a cada compasso dessa melodia que vamos cantar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saberás que te amo mais que à  vida e que dançarei até ao fim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E de ti soltarás a nascente de fogo e de vida q desaguará em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E, de seguida, estenderás os braços num abraço para que adormeça em ti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E eu sentirei o beijo com que fechas as cortinas da noite em que fiz amor contigo assim...&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112135984561449875?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112135984561449875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112135984561449875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/vou-fazer-amor-contigo-como-se-fosse.html' title='VOU FAZER AMOR CONTIGO COMO SE FOSSE UMA DEUSA'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112118425393325509</id><published>2005-07-12T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:15:26.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/f664023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/f664023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tua voz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecoa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desorienta-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absorve a minha atenção...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cai sobre mim, como a chuva cai do céu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só os anjos e santos sabem o que me custa respirar quando te vejo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao resisto...não resisto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me esqueço das palavras feridas, sentidas...amadas...ditas por ti!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As verdadeiras...as sinceras...as mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me esqueço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que não sou de ferro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentro da tua verdade, eu sou o auge...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentro da minha és TUDO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não temos passado visível, mas sinto-te aqui desde sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhava contigo antes de te encontrar...chamava por ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tua voz...o teu sussurar...já sinto saudades!!E foi à tão pouco tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vives neste sonho a que chamo vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vejo as tuas asas presas em mim...o mundo a ferver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não te esqueças de viver...em mim!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deixes morrer aquilo a que chamamos de Único...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guarda essa tua vontade dentro de ti, junto a mim...sempre!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero por ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...outra noite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112118425393325509?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112118425393325509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112118425393325509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/voice.html' title='Voice...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112084356036754867</id><published>2005-07-08T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:29:52.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por acaso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/f021147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/f021147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas pessoas entram por acaso na minha &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vida&lt;/span&gt;...Mas não é por acaso que permanecem!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo pode ser fácil!!ihihiihh, o difícil tem outro sabor, hu?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112084356036754867?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112084356036754867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112084356036754867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/por-acaso.html' title='Por acaso....'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112074837970964520</id><published>2005-07-07T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:07:22.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnICK6XJyD0N1X4D2Cy6MS6aZA8xZmr4u7YSnX_xXRqdlOINofCsXYRnsDVpRRQPD_kAIPpFgLmX629K-usHNhteAivHPNetNVnarXNKGIJ3W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnICK6XJyD0N1X4D2Cy6MS6aZA8xZmr4u7YSnX_xXRqdlOINofCsXYRnsDVpRRQPD_kAIPpFgLmX629K-usHNhteAivHPNetNVnarXNKGIJ3W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is always some madness in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. But there is also always some reason in madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112074837970964520?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112074837970964520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112074837970964520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/reasons.html' title='Reasons...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112065526371920727</id><published>2005-07-06T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:17:15.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera por mim, Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnICK6XJyD0N1et5mmPr6CkWSL9RlNfUCcEZLvDOYSM4kcEE6tPIZ2Q-h5sNMoDnWR_5HtltdZ-13IzEjP4qmRgUufztUIeUC1Gh0AE2BjWgG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnICK6XJyD0N1et5mmPr6CkWSL9RlNfUCcEZLvDOYSM4kcEE6tPIZ2Q-h5sNMoDnWR_5HtltdZ-13IzEjP4qmRgUufztUIeUC1Gh0AE2BjWgG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fizeram trinta anos de casados, em Março. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O João ofereceu à Alice uma rosa vermelha que comprou numa sex shop, daquelas que as pétalas são umas cuecas fio dental. Juntou-lhe um cartão e escreveu: “Para a mulher da minha vida! Que as nossas almas se mantenham juntas e o nosso casamento continue uma maravilhosa noite de núpcias por mais trinta anos!”. A Alice abriu a prenda em frente aos amigos e corou. Enfim, aos cinquenta anos ainda corava quando se falava de sexo em frente aos filhos. Estava feliz. Foram sete anos de namoro e trinta de casamento com um homem maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O último dos três filhos casara em Janeiro e, realmente, o João tinha razão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As suas noites pareciam núpcias. Corriam todos os cantos da casa, inventavam posições, amavam-se depressa, devagar, assim-assim… como se tivessem vinte anos de novo. E não tinham? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Voltou a corar, ao recordar-se que aquela mesa, onde todos jantavam, tinha sido usada nessa manhã para outros fins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eram pobres, mas eram muito felizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O João e a Alice pertenciam ao restrito grupo das pessoas brindadas com o Amor. Os três filhos eram a prova disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O Amor vivia naquela casa e aquecia os corações que lá entrassem. No entanto, a vida é madrasta e prega-nos partidas que não esperamos, talvez porque a felicidade seja um sentimento temporário ou talvez porque a vida seja mesmo assim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aproveitar ao máximo os bons momentos e recordá-los nos maus é a única coisa que podemos esperar da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Duas semanas depois da comemoração do aniversário, o João foi ao médico. Queixava-se há uns dias duma comichão na garganta, doía-lhe quando engolia e a voz saía rouca. Foi ao médico e fez análises e exames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tinha um cancro na garganta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Combinaram lutar juntos contra a doença. Haviam de ultrapassar mais aquele obstáculo! O João insistia em viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Passaram seis meses e, finalmente, o João foi operado. A doença alastrara, os medicamentos não travaram o cancro e na operação tiraram-lhe as cordas vocais. Deixou de falar e escrevia o que tinha para dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Entretanto a Alice pediu baixa no trabalho para assistir o marido. Os dias transformaram-se em pesadelos. O João gemia vinte e quatro horas seguidas e só parava para vomitar. Não conseguia engolir nada, pois vomitava logo de seguida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A Alice emagreceu dez quilos nestes dois meses de agonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lavava três máquinas de roupa por dia, cheias de lençóis e toalhas que empapavam a bílis que o João vomitava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O João foi novamente operado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Desta vez ao estômago! O médico deu-lhe seis meses de vida. Até lá, deveria permanecer em casa, pois não existem vagas nos hospitais para doentes terminais. Quanto a lares… em Portugal não se criam lares para este tipo de doentes, saem caros e o governo tem de poupar para comprar BMW para os gestores públicos.Felizmente, conta a Alice aliviada, morreu passados três meses. Rebentou-lhe o fígado e morreu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A Alice conta-me esta história com um ar misto de dor e alivio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Diz que hoje, passados quatro meses da morte do João, as paredes e o tecto ainda cheiram a bílis. Ainda ouve o marido gemer no silêncio da casa e recorda com mágoa os gemidos que ele dava, o olhar de dor com que ele a fixava, como se lhe pedisse para o ajudar. Como se lhe dissesse: “Alice mata-me agora!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em Portugal não existem doentes terminais. Os números não correspondem à realidade. Morre-se em casa com a assistência básica e vive-se com a ajuda da família e dos amigos. A eutanásia é proibida tal como o aborto. Uma vida é uma vida e … os números não reflectem a dor de quem aguarda que a morte chegue depressa e misericordiosa.Em Portugal, somos todos, cínica e hipocritamente, bons cristãos e escondemos debaixo do tapete a porcaria que não queremos que se veja. O João morreu como morrem muitos portugueses, a agonizar na cama. Explodiu-lhe o fígado ao fim de três meses da última operação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Felizmente!" Diz a Alice lavada em lágrimas. E acrescenta numa voz baixa de quem tenta esquecer o último ano de dor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- “Espera por mim, Amor!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, eu até poderia falar da Eutanásia, dos doentes terminais, até me tocou perto....mas ao ler este texto num Blog ali ao lado,fiquei a pensar...Existem sentimentos que até depois da Morte prevalecem!!O Amor VERDADEIRO é um deles...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andamos nesta vida a fazer de conta, a pensar que sentimos e quando finalmente aparece o Amor verdadeiro, nem sabemos o que fazer com ele...é tão forte, tão verdadeiro, que nem parece real...frase confusa....é....é uma fase confusa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112065526371920727?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112065526371920727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112065526371920727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/espera-por-mim-amor.html' title='Espera por mim, Amor!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112058196539422931</id><published>2005-07-05T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:51:39.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/Nova20imagem207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Nova20imagem207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sei que mesmo as coisas que fazem falta estão presentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que estás aqui comigo porque o nosso amor é uma música que coreografa a minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu visto a casa para morar com essa tua presença, estendo a cama à tua maneira e cozinho o que gostaria que comesses comigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando rio, sei que tu gostarias de me ouvir gargalhar e, assim, tu és responsável pela minha risada um pouquinho mais alta do que costumava ser, um pouquinho mais solta do que costumava ser, um bocadinho mais colorida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas as músicas passaram a ser nossas de alguma forma, por alguma frase, e não há poema no mundo que não nos pertença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus gestos, todos, passaram a ser reféns do teu olhar e, mesmo de longe, eu sei que os teus olhos estão em mim e então faço mímica de ombros e caretas, de tom de voz e frases queridas porque isso é poder te abraçar em aconchego, com braços muito mais longos que o oceano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os meus passos são acompanhados pelos teus, numa sombra transparente de caminhos que se fazem os mesmos, ainda que em terras distantes e eu sinto as nossas mãos dadas e sinto que nunca mais estarei sozinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vês? Estás aqui bem perto e minha saudade faz companhia à tua.&lt;br /&gt;Estas quase aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112058196539422931?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112058196539422931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112058196539422931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/almost-here.html' title='Almost Here'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112032781019206578</id><published>2005-07-02T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:22:40.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu volto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes late at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the thought crosses my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About her in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That she's my only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she must face this world without me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That she's my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she must face this world without me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So tell that someone that you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just what you're thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112032781019206578?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112032781019206578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112032781019206578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/07/eu-volto.html' title='Eu volto...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112014899604564199</id><published>2005-06-30T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:32:42.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/3677_1119233803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/3677_1119233803.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nao quero ser um anjo...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu inferno...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que te desorienta....&lt;br /&gt;A tua pausa.... a tua acção...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que andes descansado...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua insónia...o teu desacato...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que fiques a minha espera...quero que venhas...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que te ausentes do teu Mundo....quero que vivas...&lt;br /&gt;No teu corpo levas o meu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Na tua boca o gosto a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Na cabeça o desejo de me ter...&lt;br /&gt;E no pensamento o querer voltar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tu voltas....eu sei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112014899604564199?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112014899604564199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112014899604564199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-112005106763908970</id><published>2005-06-29T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:28:14.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem a NY ( Cont.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/EXTASE002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/EXTASE002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O apartamento era típicamente masculino, poucos objectos, um pouco desarrumado, mas para ela era um bocadinho de céu..não se poderia sentir tão confortável em mais lado algum....estava como queria e com quem queria!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Falaram, falaram muito...entre afectos e silêncios olharam diversas vezes um para o outro...ele acariciava a sua face, parecia querer ver se era real...ela tocava os lábios dele, bem juntinho...beijava-o e mordia-o timidamente....aqueles olhares diziam tudo...palavra alguma diria melhor o que lhes ia na alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Num impulso, ele pega-a no colo e leva-a para aquela cama onde tantas vezes ele a imaginou...nua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As sirenes agressivas das ambulancias,os gritos pueris dos jovens, o som ruidoso dos motores lá fora eram abafados pelos gemidos destes dois seres que se fundiam num só...naquele momento eram o espelho um do outro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O calor era insuportável, os dois corpos escorregavam um pelo outro...aqueles beijos era cada vez mais o cubo de gelo que tanto precisavam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gemiam, sorriam..."senti a tua falta"..."&lt;em&gt;fazes-me tão bem"..."sonhei tanto com este momento"..."desejo-te"..."Sou tua, faz-me tua"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De súdito ele levanta-se e deixa-a sózinha, deitada na única testemunha daquele acto, que os iria marcar para sempre....ficou de pé a olhá-la...sério....ela tentava cobrir-se, perguntava o que se passava, sorrindo, e aquele silêncio dele ainda a excitava mais...sabia que ele só queria admirá-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Corada levanta-se e abraça-o forte...sentiu nesse momento o quão grande era o seu desejo....agarrando-se ao pescoço dele, as suas pernas abraçam-no e ali se deu a materialização do acto de amor mais desejado das suas vidas..nunca tinha desejado uma mulher como desejava aquela...esta era diferente...única...para ela, ele era o sonho tornado realidade, era o amor arrebatador que tanto esperava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fizeram amor durante horas...ora quase parados, sentindo cada pedaço um do outro...ora selváticamente, animais em tempo de cio, sedentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os gostos misturavam-se, ela sabia de cor cada canto dele, a que sabia...ele parecia querer sugá-la para dentro dele mesmo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O ultimo orgasmo chegou já de manhã...estava exaustos e no stéreo tocava "Sade" e foi ao som de "By your Side" e em uníssono,que disseram aquele "Amo-te" que há tanto sentiam...&lt;br /&gt;Adormeceram nos braços um do outro...&lt;strong&gt;felizes!&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Continua..ou não!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-112005106763908970?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112005106763908970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/112005106763908970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/viagem-ny-cont.html' title='Viagem a NY ( Cont.)'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111997510266485354</id><published>2005-06-28T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:13:33.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem a NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A viagem a NY era um projecto que tinha já algum tempo....Nessa manhã ela acordou sublime...apesar daquele frio no estomago, sorria e pensava no primeiro momento...o momento em que iria estar nos braços dele...protegida de tudo, num país estranho, onde somente conhecia aquele que povoava os seus sonhos nos ultimos tempos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Na mala levava o essencial, poucos objectos, pouca roupa...iria ser breve a visita, mas concerteza muito intensa...Inesquecível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Uns jeans justos e de cintura descaída, um top branco a evidenciar o seu generoso peito e umas sandálias altas, fora a indumentária que escolhera e estava...divina!!Um look soft que a fazia estar confortável e fresca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A viagem correra bem e no momento que o avião se preparava para aterrar o seu coração começou a bombar num ritmo frenético...ela conseguia ouvir aquele &lt;em&gt;tum tum....tum tum&lt;/em&gt;...na garganta um nó já habitual dos últimos dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sabia que ninguem a esperava e isso ainda a ansiava mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Já dentro do taxi, balbuciou a morada ao condutor...e em silêncio, o seu pensamento voou até junto daquele que desejava...estava apaixonada, encantada e desejosa por chegar junto dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A zona até era agradável, muitos jovens na rua,a sirene dos bombeiros gritava bastante, mas nem isso ela parecia ouvir, estava assustada e nem entendia bem o que eles em tom de piropo lhe gritavam...subiu as escadas do prédio e dentro de si, rezava para que tudo corresse bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ainda ficou alguns instante em frente ao Apt 7 a pensar...a interiozar que chegara o momento por que tanto ansiava, sabia que atrás daquela porta estava o homem que iria sem duvida alguma, fazer dela a mulher mais feliz do Mundo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tentou ouvir qualquer coisa do lado de lá...ouvia a música num volume bastante alto...ele ouvia "Mr Lonely", reflexo talvez daquilo que estava a sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tocou....voltou a tocar....novamente....enfim a porta abre-se....lá estavam eles...frente a frente...em silêncio, mas aos gritos por dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ela sorriu e deixou a muito custo escorregar da sua boca um "olá"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ele sem saber o que fazer ou dizer...pegou na mão dela e puxou-a contra si mesmo...conseguiam sentir as batidas do coração um do outro...abraçou-a como se de um tesouro se tratasse...fecharam os olhos e deixaram-se estar durante largos momentos..os cheiros que emanavam misturou-se, ele nem queria acreditar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Parecia que não queriam acordar...queriam eternizar aquele momento, parecia mesmo um sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Olharam nos olhos um do outro...sorriram e um "finally" ecoou da boca dele...as bocas estavam bem próximas...ela sentia o calor húmido...ele quase sentia o gosto....&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo surgiu...um beijo terno...sedento....molhado...muito quente e sentido...Foi um momento longo alternado entre abraços e beijos....muito silêncio, alguns sorrisos e gargalhadas...lágrimas de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ps: Maninha como vês, visualizei :D...boa sorte para logo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111997510266485354?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111997510266485354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111997510266485354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/viagem-ny.html' title='Viagem a NY'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111987001577942251</id><published>2005-06-27T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:07:08.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilustre Desconhecido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnBHmit30C_vMtDS4eSdQLrp_OipmGA7klABAOV1liHszSZ1nm5hlS2U0ykAO6N83tUzkywxzgN8M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnBHmit30C_vMtDS4eSdQLrp_OipmGA7klABAOV1liHszSZ1nm5hlS2U0ykAO6N83tUzkywxzgN8M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Agarra-me os cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Morde-me os lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beija-me os dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E não me diz nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não me toca sequer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas para eu me sentir amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E me sentir mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bastam-me os seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Até que eu solte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O cio da fera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que ando a mascarar de branca asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o arraste por fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem pudor sem roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para a minha cama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111987001577942251?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111987001577942251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111987001577942251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/ilustre-desconhecido.html' title='Ilustre Desconhecido...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111974566590257737</id><published>2005-06-26T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:48:12.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un piccolo pensiero a te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0ebbcurDILcsnwQPcA54X8eVDbw_0FEUq65XgZtlmazIeT_qXwm2JHcimpqMdlBLfFWEAoju2Av1TVld2Uvi-YRx6Qn5tDFU9VHitQPhaNBIv_nyCVhz2ZLPAtA1zmFAGkO4WParW-RQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0ebbcurDILcsnwQPcA54X8eVDbw_0FEUq65XgZtlmazIeT_qXwm2JHcimpqMdlBLfFWEAoju2Av1TVld2Uvi-YRx6Qn5tDFU9VHitQPhaNBIv_nyCVhz2ZLPAtA1zmFAGkO4WParW-RQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Num único querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Num só calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A misturarmo-nos timidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Com a chama dos nossos corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Perdidamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em desejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Começamo-nos a despir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um para ao outro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Num só sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E pronto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As peças de roupa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;deslizam pelos nossos corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Desnudando a carne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sequiosa pelo toque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A maciez e alvura da minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Excitam-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Na medida em que os meus lábios e mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Descobrem a encantadora beleza da tua forma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nesta paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os raios da estrela maior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Iluminam mais intensamente os nossos corpos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A degusta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A sente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os braços soltam-se no jardim do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;e livres, apertam,mexem e remexem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Excitados a cada aproximar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;O sentir do mel do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Na pele desnudada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pronta para amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A chama que se mistura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aos raios da estrela maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Iluminando mais intensamente os nossos corpos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Perfuma as gotas de suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que se principiam a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os nossos olhares cruzam-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os nossos corpos desejam-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Os nossos braços abraçam-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As nossas mãos unem-se numa prévia indicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Num máximo envolvimento dos nossos corpos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As noções de tempo e espaço são perdidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;No mundo apenas nós existimos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A dança do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mais gostosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E na iminência da explosão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As minhas unhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;mostram-te a minha paixão ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A minha face alterada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Traz á tona o meu lado de MULHER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;no tempo...no espaço...na madrugada.... na tua companhia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ps: Contagem decrescente para a grande viagem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111974566590257737?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111974566590257737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111974566590257737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/un-piccolo-pensiero-te.html' title='Un piccolo pensiero a te...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111946506954964264</id><published>2005-06-22T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T19:34:14.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutxi cutxi bebés...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/Shoot027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Shoot027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Após receber muito mails dos "bebés" achei por bem abrir os comentários....ihihihih, tadinhos...mas também não precisavam falar tanto na Democracia, Estado de Direito blá blá blá....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ora então comentem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111946506954964264?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111946506954964264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111946506954964264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/cutxi-cutxi-bebs.html' title='Cutxi cutxi bebés...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111945561564939449</id><published>2005-06-22T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:06:19.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai os Homens!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/rir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/rir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="649646"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ai Ai ...os homens!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é ... o que seria de nós sem eles? Dizemos mal, reclamamos, dependendo da gravidade da situação, até dizemos que não queremos ver mais nenhum membro da espécie nem pintado de ouro.Mas basta encontrar-mos com um "exemplar" que preencha todos os nossos pré-requisitos, que lá vão as nossas reclamações por água abaixo! Rendemo-nos às evidências, pois é gajas...confessemos, é mais forte que nós!Afinal, não é todos os dias que a tampa para a nossa panela cruza o nosso caminho, e quando nos conhecemos melhor e gostamos, então temos logo a certeza....É ELE!!! É melhor agarrar o "animal" e não o deixar fugir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Traçar perfis da dita espécie é uma tarefa praticamente científica. Isto porque, apesar de parecer que eles são todos iguais - já que pertencem ao mesmo reino, classe, ordem, género (literalmente) e espécie...acabam por ser todos diferentes, bora classificá-los...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Atenção, qualquer semelhança com nomes, factos e acontecimentos não é uma mera coincidência. Ai não é, não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS CLÁSSICOS: Populares, capazes de despertar as maiores paixões e os maiores ódios . Sedutores, mentirosos, fingidos e, sem dúvida, perigosos. "No início, estão cheios de amor para dar. Fazem de tudo pra agradar e conquistar e quando por fim nos dão a volta... os "animais" ficam seguros e vão perdendo o interesse. Quando a "febra" mordeu o isco e está apaixonada, já ele está em outra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS BURROS: Normalmente bonitos e bons de cama, mas abrem a boca e só sai m####!Todas as virtudes vão por água abaixo logo na primeira conversa, servem para dar uma voltinha e fazer inveja às amigas mas com a condição de permanecerem de boca fechada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS DO TIPO PUBLICIDADE ENGANOSA: Lindos, corpo fenomenal, conversa envolvente, fazem-nos a papinha, metem-nos na caminha, lêm-nos a historinha e acabou... na hora do vamos ver... não se vê nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS MENINOS DA MÃMA: Cabelinho bem cortado, roupinha bem passada, sapatinho limpinho, bem falante, gosta de impressionar... mas não faz nada sem a aprovação e muito menos sem pedir o conselho da mãezinha, e quando a mãezinha não aprova não há nada pra ninguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS DO TIPO NEANDHERTAL: Aqueles que parecem ter saído do tempo da pedra lascada, qualquer tipo de cavalheirismo não consta do dicionário deles . Brutos como o caraças e com a mania de que eles é que mandam em tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS SENSÍVEIS: Aqueles que além, de românticos, entendem todas as nossas necessidades, melhores amigos, gentlemans, homens modernos, enfim o homem ideial, (grande parte deles são gays, que porra).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS DO TIPO INTELECTUAL: Que são do tipo raro, atraem pela inteligência, a cultura e principalmente pela maneira de falar , impressionam mesmo, passam uma noite inteira a surpreender-nos, a não ser que esteja a passar um documentário fantástico acerca dos rituais de acasalamento das formigas vermelhas no 2º canal ou que haja um blog novo para visitar, e nesse caso dançámos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;OS BRONCOS: Por muito que se esforcem não chegam lá, têm aquele arzinho de "dasss" que lhes é caracteristico, e nem com um grande porcshe conseguem impressionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora homes..."enxonfrem-se", fiquem danados, chamem nomes...mas é mesmo assim, não consegui encontrar mais nenhum tipo. E quem conseguir que avise...Mai nada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ps: Comentários fechados só para não se darem ao trabalho de encontrar desculpas...ihihihi, porém, qq coisa mail me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:soscandalous@iol.pt"&gt;soscandalous@iol.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111945561564939449?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111945561564939449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111945561564939449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/ai-os-homens.html' title='Ai os Homens!!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111918333392447637</id><published>2005-06-19T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:38:43.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não queiras gostar de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/sin-palabras-750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/sin-palabras-750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não queiras gostar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem que eu te peça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nem me dês nada que ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu não mereça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vê se me deitas depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Culpas no rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu sou sincera porque não quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dar-te um desgosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De quem eu gosto nem ás paredes confesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E até aposto que nem gosto de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Podes sorrir, podes mentir, podes chorar também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De quem eu gosto nem ás paredes confesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem sabe se te esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ou se te quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem sabe até se é de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Porque quem espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se gosto ou não, afinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Isso é comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mesmo que penses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me convences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nada te digo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Versão dos "Alcoolémia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111918333392447637?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111918333392447637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111918333392447637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-queiras-gostar-de-mim.html' title='Não queiras gostar de mim...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111910323820700117</id><published>2005-06-18T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T15:09:35.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Álvaro de Campos...porque sim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnOMY7U04exL3RZT79ZoNWxmzoBg0s2CkYSnqj4TZVGGFo05wBKE-Qz5EdQYlvRNJ9L9HPH9HvzS9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnOMY7U04exL3RZT79ZoNWxmzoBg0s2CkYSnqj4TZVGGFo05wBKE-Qz5EdQYlvRNJ9L9HPH9HvzS9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Esta velha angústia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Esta angústia que trago há séculos em mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Transbordou da vasilha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Em lágrimas, em grandes imaginações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Em sonhos em estilo de pesadelo sem terror, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Em grandes emoções súbitas sem sentido nenhum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Transbordou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mal sei como conduzir-me na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Com este mal-estar a fazer-me pregas na alma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Se ao menos endoidecesse deveras! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mas não: é este estar entre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Este quase, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Este pode ser que..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Isto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Um internado num manicômio é, ao menos, alguém, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu sou um internado num manicômio sem manicômio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estou doido a frio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estou lúcido e louco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estou alheio a tudo e igual a todos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estou dormindo desperto com sonhos que são loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Porque não são sonhos. Estou assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Pobre velha casa da minha infância perdida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Quem te diria que eu me desacolhesse tanto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Que é do teu menino? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Está maluco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Que é de quem dormia sossegado sob o teu teto provinciano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Está maluco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Quem de quem fui? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Está maluco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hoje é quem eu sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Se ao menos eu tivesse uma religião qualquer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Por exemplo, por aquele manipanso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Que havia em casa, lá nessa, trazido de África. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Era feíssimo, era grotesco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mas havia nele a divindade de tudo em que se crê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Se eu pudesse crer num manipanso qualquer –Júpiter, Jeová, a humanidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;–Qualquer serviria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Pois o que é tudo senão o que pensamos de tudo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estala, coração de vidro pintado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111910323820700117?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111910323820700117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111910323820700117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/lvaro-de-camposporque-sim.html' title='Álvaro de Campos...porque sim!'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111896445726600818</id><published>2005-06-17T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:41:31.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para quebrar o silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnICK6XJyD0N1xRXAf4amFHpORCC2jLsBZuJSSdPJZQVU-KK5hycalqIOr9A65PCJeEb73FPYjVJNG-I9lV4MtBTnCuyQNF4nUq8k2CD8Avf_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xpqfoN45QqnICK6XJyD0N1xRXAf4amFHpORCC2jLsBZuJSSdPJZQVU-KK5hycalqIOr9A65PCJeEb73FPYjVJNG-I9lV4MtBTnCuyQNF4nUq8k2CD8Avf_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Saí a rua&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite vazia&lt;br /&gt;A vaguear nua&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo o perfume&lt;br /&gt;Que em noites de lua&lt;br /&gt;Aquele corpo adorado&lt;br /&gt;Deixava nos meus lençóis&lt;br /&gt;Saí nua&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do amante&lt;br /&gt;Que nas noites de lua&lt;br /&gt;Habitava o meu leito&lt;br /&gt;E que em suave harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Me abandonava nua&lt;br /&gt;Por isso caminho nua&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de lua&lt;br /&gt;O perfume anda nas tuas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, nas noites de lua&lt;br /&gt;O desejo me alucina&lt;br /&gt;E nua peregrino nas ruas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ps: Desculpem...não tenho assim muito por dizer, a dôr parece que ainda nao diminuiu...pelo contrário, cada dia é pior, mas estou a ser forte, tenho que ajudar quem precisa de mim....só para nao deixar morrer este espaço aqui fica alguma coisa....sem jeito..mas são palavras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Obrigada a todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111896445726600818?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111896445726600818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111896445726600818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-para-quebrar-o-silncio.html' title='Só para quebrar o silêncio'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111861471006490985</id><published>2005-06-12T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:18:30.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Helder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada a todos os que me ajudaram, por actos, palavras ou um simples abraço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descansa em paz meu querido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou a tua luta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontro-te um dia destes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111861471006490985?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111861471006490985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111861471006490985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/adeus-helder.html' title='Adeus Helder'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111853412062324386</id><published>2005-06-12T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:51:08.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficarei sempre a teu lado, até ao fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/eu1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/eu1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tenho o meu sobrinho de 32 anos, muito mal no hospital...em estado terminal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Este post é para ti meu querido...HELDER....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nunca pensei que este dia chegaria meu doce...já te vi bem, já te vi bem mal, mas como agora nunca....tão frágil...tão doente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lembraste deste sorriso meu quando bricavas comigo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lembraste de te dizer que era tua tia e que tinhas que me respeitar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lembraste do que me respondias..."pirralha, sou mais velho que tu!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lembraste de me kereres proteger dos "galifões"???E eu dizer-te para estares quieto???Ficava furiosa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E das noites que passámos na cozinha da minha mãe a quem sempre carinhosa e respeitosamente também chamavas de tua mãe a falar noite dentro??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Dos conselhos que te dava...dos conselhos que me davas....aiiiiiiiiiii que dôr....não vás....prefiro que fiques connosco...mesmo a dar tantas dores de cabeça...prefiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Foste tu quem me tiraste esta foto meu sobrinho, meu irmão...vê como ficava feliz....nao vês????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tento recordar-me dos nossos momentos felizes e só consigo retroceder a nossa infância....a tua foi curta meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Á algumas noites atrás fui-te ver...como era possível o "meu Deus" como lhe chamavas deixar que chegasses a esse estado???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Disseste logo o meu nome....balbuciando...pediste-me beijinhos...tocaste-me no cabelo e disseste que era linda...esses olhos tão ternurentos a olhar para mim...não te estavas a despedir de mim pois não???????????Não me podes fazer isto.............as tias vão primeiro não é???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Não vás.....nãoo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hoje já não respiravas...já não comias, nem bebias...o teu gemer....não me sai da cabeça..nunca te queixaste....nunca.....o teu corpo magro...essa côr que nem sei descrever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Helder ouve-me só mais esta vez....não vás!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Conseguiste juntar-nos a todos a tua volta....ainda balbuciaste que não fizeste mal a ninguém...é verdade meu amor, só fizeste mal a ti...só a ti....e achas que foi pouco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Se fores levas um pedaço grande do meu coração...nunca te vou esquecer...sempre fui a tua tia preferida não foi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Estou a ser tão egoísta....se estás a sofrer tenho que te deixar ir....mas ficarás presente para sempre....aqui no meu coração....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ainda me piscaste o olho....gosto tanto de ti....custa-me tanto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Desculpa se não te ajudei mais...desculpa se não estava lá quando precisaste....é tarde não é??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Perdoa algumas más palavras....só vivia revoltada por não acordares para a realidade...essa puta dessa heroína...roubou-te de nós estes anos todos e vai dar o seu golpe final...nas nossas caras...ela venceu!!PUTA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Só espero um milagre...ou outro....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Estarás sempre presente..sempre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E TU DEUS....SE EXISTES..PROVAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: Lembraste-te desta música??Ensinaste-me a falar criolo...a dançar kisomba...a vida ensinou te tantas coisas...esse mundo até que nos trouxe alguns momentos que ficarão pra sempre meu doce!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111853412062324386?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111853412062324386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111853412062324386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/ficarei-sempre-teu-lado-at-ao-fim.html' title='Ficarei sempre a teu lado, até ao fim...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111824691351657961</id><published>2005-06-08T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:25:27.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, hoje o meu dia começou de uma forma diferente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vim aqui aos blogs, e através de um blog de um amigo, fui dar ao Blog do Pedro Malheiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pedromalheiros.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://pedromalheiros.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não quero com isto que pensem que é alguma corrente, ou que estou aqui a fazer-me de "Madre Teresa"...apenas queria que o visitassem e que depois pensassem um pouco sobre a Vida, que comentassem ou não...isso é convosco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não o conheço, nem sei se algum dia irei falar com ele, apenas tive que desabafar aqui neste meu Diário ( que ultimamente é mais semanário)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Comecei o dia a chorar, a pensar nas coisas que já disse da boca pra fora aos meus pais, nos momentos sem fazer nada que poderia estar ao lados deles...Chorei muito e até confesso que ainda me caem lágrimas bem gordas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aqueles olhos ternos, a doçura da sua expressão...os caminhos imortalizados nas rugas daquela face tão linda...para si Pai do Pedro, a minha força...e hoje concerteza estará presente nas minhas conversas com Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Um dia também o meu Pai esteve doente e escrevi o seguinte texto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este homem que eu admiro tanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com todas as suas virtudes e também com os seus limites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este homem com olhar de menino, sempre pronto e atento,mostrando-me o caminho da vida, que está pela frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este mestre contador de histórias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k traz no seu coração tantas memórias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espalha no meu caminhar muitas esperanças,certezas e confiança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este homem alegre e brincalhão,mas também, às vezes, silencioso e pensativo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homem de fé e grande luta,sensível e generoso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O abraço aconchegante a me acolher, este homem,meu pai, com quem aprendo a viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pai, paizinho... Tenho saudades...saudades k me trates eternamente como a tua bebé...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu velho, meu grande amigo, conselheiro e leal amigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;infinito é teu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado, pai, por orientares o meu caminho,feito de lutas e incertezas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas também de muitas esperanças e sonhos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te...hoje e para sempre....este sim, é aquele amor infinito...k não acaba por ciúmes, k não acaba por enganos nem banalidades!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorei por ti, como k se quisesse k as minhas lagrimas caíssem sobre o teu peito e te acordassem...VOLTASTE PRA MIM!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;Força Senhor do olhar terno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111824691351657961?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111824691351657961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111824691351657961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/para-ti-pedro.html' title='Para ti Pedro'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111785783277625348</id><published>2005-06-04T05:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:25:32.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantem e sintam comigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/Pro_amna_haq_B-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/Pro_amna_haq_B-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another summer day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A million people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Still feel all alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another sunny place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmmm, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve got to go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna come home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I feel just like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m living someone else’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When everything was going right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come along with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this was not your dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you always believe in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another winter day has come &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And gone away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even Paris and Rome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I’m surrounded by A million people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Still feel alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, let go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m done &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will all right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tou cansada!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111785783277625348?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111785783277625348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111785783277625348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/cantem-e-sintam-comigo.html' title='Cantem e sintam comigo...'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111779693375542952</id><published>2005-06-03T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:24:51.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amantes de ocasião ( take 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/sexo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/sexo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de uma longa conversa com uma amiga sobre isto mesmo, &lt;strong&gt;Amantes de Ocasião&lt;/strong&gt;, não cheguei a conclusão nenhuma LOL, mas acho que até posso falar sobre o assunto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou parecer uma velha, mas...tem que ser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hoje em dia", o "&lt;strong&gt;ficar&lt;/strong&gt;", o "&lt;strong&gt;curtir&lt;/strong&gt;" estão na moda...é bom ter alguem por uma noite, algumas horas, e é bom porquê??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não cheguei a nenhuma conclusão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é ke se tira da tal "&lt;strong&gt;One night Stand&lt;/strong&gt;"??&lt;br /&gt;Experiência, mas em que aspecto??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em algumas profissões, como por exemplo a minha, existe muito este culto, "um amor em cada porto", mas depois de se conhecer alguem que faz disto um modo de vida, apercebemo-nos que são pessoas cansadas, carentes e nada felizes...mal amadas!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta minha amiga até tentou explicar-me que é muito bom não ter compromissos, ela goza, ele goza e ficam felizes, cada um vai para o seu lado!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, não fiquei atónita, mas parece que quanto mais estou dentro do assunto e mais velha fico, mais me chocam estas coisas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é que alguém consegue ser feliz a entregar-se a alguém, com a plena consciência, que esse alguem dali a algumas horas já não estará presente???? ( xiii tantos "alguens" ...qs parece ....enfim)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que me faz alguma confusão, não vou dizer se já o fiz ou não, porque isso era desvendar muito de mim, nem quero que pensem que sou uma púdicazinha, não, não é isso, mas á medida que os anos passam, dou muito valor a pequenos nadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Como é que eu posso feliz ( emocionalmente ) se não tiver a pessoa que amo, sempre que possível, presente???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Como é que se consegue estar plena, se o coração não dispara quando ele nos vai buscar ao aeroporto depois daquela viagem??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Como é que alguém pode dizer a boca cheia que é "muuuuuito feliz" se não cora quando a "tal" pessoa diz que a ama tao simplesmente que até dói??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal como diz na música, "eu quero partilhar as tuas alegrias, mas também a tua dor"....será que isto cada vez menos faz sentido????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou sou eu que já estou ultrapassada??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, é um tema interessante, mas também sei que divide opiniões...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se kiserem opinar, ou ajudar-me a entender, e para não dizerem que vos cortei o pio, sempre podem mandar o "pio" ihihihihi para o mail abaixo mencionado :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:soscandalous@iol.pt"&gt;soscandalous@iol.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111779693375542952?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111779693375542952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111779693375542952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/amantes-de-ocasio-take-2.html' title='Amantes de ocasião ( take 2)'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111762990004470565</id><published>2005-06-01T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:23:50.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/criana.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/criana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje é o dia das Crianças, acho engraçado ver alguns pais, correrem para comprarem a consola que os putos tanto querem, a boneca mais vendida do mercado.....até me dá vontade de rir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem me conhece bem , sabe da minha vontade de adoptar um criança e as razões pelas quais tenho essa grande vontade....sendo assim deixo aqui uma sugestão para este dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;- Porque não pegar nos "Baixinhos" e levá-los a instituições, lares....porque não levar as criancinhas e os brinquedos, nos quais nunca tocaram e oferecerem aos meninos que nada teem, só porque a vida foi "fdp" e tiveram o azar de nascer de alguém que nem respirar merece.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Enfim..deixo aqui a ideia...num futuro próximo, eles concerteza lembrar-se-ão deste dia....agora da "barbie" e do "action man" não sei se....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E penso ke vão agradecer, eu agradeci ao meu pai....e aproveito para deixar aqui um enorme beijo Pai, foste o melhor pai que eu poderia ter escolhido, parabéns pelos teus...ahahahah nao digoooooooooo....parabens!!!!!!Hoje é bébe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para quem me enviou mails, o blog não acaba, o que acabou foi aquela minha fase lamechas...vamos falar de coisas sérias, ou nem tanto....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ps:A música é do Willy Denzey - L'orphelin e fala precisamente destas crianças, que ninguem fala, das quais ninguem se lembra... a certa altura altura na música ele diz qq coisa assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- " Se ninguem fizer nada, culpados seremos por estes orfãos!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Durmam bem papás babados!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111762990004470565?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111762990004470565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111762990004470565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-mundial-da-criana.html' title='Dia Mundial da Criança'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111745962362590662</id><published>2005-05-30T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:32:59.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/the%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/the%20end.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há nada como o sonho para criar o futuro. Utopia hoje, carne e osso amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: Obrigada a quem veio por bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111745962362590662?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111745962362590662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111745962362590662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/05/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11631621.post-111722958657949223</id><published>2005-05-27T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:51:18.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeirinhaaaa :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/640/toma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/4283/320/toma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;COMUNICAÇÃO MARIDO / MULHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Marido e a Mulher não se falavam há uns três dias... Entretanto, o homem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembra-se que no dia seguinte terá uma reunião muito cedo no escritório, e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como precisava de se levantar cedo resolveu pedir a mulher para acorda-lo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas para não dar o braço a torcer, em vez de falar, escreve num papel: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Acorde-me às 06 horas da manhã&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No outro dia, levanta-se e quando olha no relógio são 09:30 h. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O homem tem um ataque e pensa&lt;em&gt;: Filha da p... !!! estúpida!!! não me acordou&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nisto olha para a mesa de cabeceira e repara num papel no qual está escrito: "... &lt;em&gt;São seis horas, levanta-te&lt;/em&gt;!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NÃO FIQUE SEM FALAR COM AS MULHERES, elas ganham sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;hiiiiiihihihihihihih, há pois é....e o mais engraçado disto tudo é que foi um homem a mandar-me a piadola aaaaaaahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, mas como vocês não passam sem nós...se quiserem trocar, sempre podem ir á Candy Shop uhuuuuuuuu so seductive ....eheheh&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11631621-111722958657949223?l=magariincancellabile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111722958657949223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11631621/posts/default/111722958657949223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magariincancellabile.blogspot.com/2005/05/brincadeirinhaaaa-d.html' title='Brincadeirinhaaaa :D'/><author><name>Bastet28</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00751247989918517370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/224/4283/640/meeeepikena.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
