<?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-4182062526987516689</id><updated>2011-10-08T14:53:35.601+01:00</updated><category term='Sempre'/><category term='Porquê?'/><category term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>(Dis)sabores</title><subtitle type='html'>...um desabafo sobre o meu mundo de sabores e dissabores...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3805432570064770451</id><published>2011-10-08T14:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:53:35.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo se vai!</title><content type='html'>Para onde foi?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi a necessidade?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi a saudade?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi o carinho?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se vai! Fica apenas a indiferença...&lt;br /&gt;Triste realidade que me magoa!&lt;br /&gt;Já não me reconheço... Já não te reconheço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3805432570064770451?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3805432570064770451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-se-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3805432570064770451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3805432570064770451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-se-vai.html' title='Tudo se vai!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3734078626540954354</id><published>2011-10-04T04:00:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:53:20.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRtYT3PwkyI/TordwwYtMNI/AAAAAAAABOo/QbgR7Txbe8c/s1600/KJL_1_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRtYT3PwkyI/TordwwYtMNI/AAAAAAAABOo/QbgR7Txbe8c/s320/KJL_1_%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte da Imagem: &lt;a href="http://shiuuuu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shiuuu...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é isto todos os dias!&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/4182062526987516689-3734078626540954354?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3734078626540954354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/10/hopelessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3734078626540954354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3734078626540954354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/10/hopelessness.html' title='Hopelessness...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRtYT3PwkyI/TordwwYtMNI/AAAAAAAABOo/QbgR7Txbe8c/s72-c/KJL_1_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5122301257136872802</id><published>2011-04-17T08:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:20:59.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Every morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="BackStreet Boys - We've Got It Going On (Official Video) HQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hoje lembrei-me que era isto que eu ouvia quando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="BackStreet Boys - We've Got It Going On (Official Video) HQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;tinha 10 anos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 1.1363em; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47; color: #741b47; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOLG6JRN4Zw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;We've Got It Going On (Backstreet Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOLG6JRN4Zw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As paredes do meu quarto é que não devem ter saudades nenhumas disto! Eu nem as deixava respirar com tanto Poster!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vá! São crises da infância - adolescência! Desaparecem tão rápido como aparecem!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1723106776542358421?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1723106776542358421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/03/19951996.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1723106776542358421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1723106776542358421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/03/19951996.html' title='1996'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-409101316101763977</id><published>2011-03-20T10:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:41:22.641Z</updated><title type='text'>Lypophrenia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Lypophrenia - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A sense or feeling of sorrow or sadness, without any apparent cause or source."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(cf. J.E. Schmidt, &lt;i&gt;Reversicon: A Medical Word Finder&lt;/i&gt; (Thomas; 1958), p. 440) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I´m Lypophrenic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-409101316101763977?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/409101316101763977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/03/lypophrenia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/409101316101763977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/409101316101763977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/03/lypophrenia.html' title='Lypophrenia...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4362136626782131854</id><published>2011-03-02T22:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:39:25.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Será que fiz tudo o que poderia ter feito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chamávamos-lhe Nina. Apareceu há 8 anos atrás. Andava perdida ou foi abandonada. Apaixonamo-nos por ela no primeiro instante. Lembro-me da sua alegria no olhar e como corria cheia de vida! Ela escolheu-nos para tomarmos conta dela, porque veio ter connosco, e nós aceitámos. Era tão pequeniiiina e engraçadinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Sábado que passou descobri que ela tinha um tumor mamário e que, dada a dimensão do mesmo, não podia ser submetida a uma cirurgia, pois não havia grandes hipóteses de sair dela viva. Soube, também, que havia grandes possibilidades&amp;nbsp;de o tumor se ter espalhado já por outras partes do corpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando acordei hoje de manhã, a Nina já tinha dado o seu último suspiro. Bastaram cinco dias para que a doença acabasse por derrubá-la. Cinco dias de sofrimento para ela e para mim. Cinco dias de medicamentos e de curativos de 12 em 12 horas. Cinco dias de esperança. Cinco dias em que acreditei que o tamanho do tumor diminuiria e&amp;nbsp;que isso permitisse que ela pudesse ser operada&amp;nbsp;(havia uma pequena probabilidade, tal como a veterinária disse)... Não resultou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez foi melhor assim... A minha Nina está em paz agora, já não sofre. Mas sofro eu por ela. Tenho o coração tão apertadinho. Uma tristeza que pesa no meu peito. Quando chego a casa, ela já não está nem nunca mais irá estar à minha espera com a cauda a abanar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :( Tenho saudades dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguns não entenderão certamente o que aqui escrevo, mas para ficarem a perceber um pouco melhor digo apenas que os animais merecem mais o nosso respeito, a nossa dedicação e a nossa atenção do que certas pessoas. E a Nina merecia sem dúvida alguma... Só não merecia o que lhe aconteceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4362136626782131854?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4362136626782131854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/03/sera-que-fiz-tudo-o-que-poderia-ter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4362136626782131854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4362136626782131854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/03/sera-que-fiz-tudo-o-que-poderia-ter.html' title='Será que fiz tudo o que poderia ter feito?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3694354754369394743</id><published>2011-02-23T03:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:03:32.966Z</updated><title type='text'>"Come antes uma peça de fruta que te faz melhor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma mulher britânica diz que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tem 103 anos porque se manteve virgem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.jn.pt/PaginaInicial/Gente/Interior.aspx?content_id=1790425"&gt;Notícia aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu digo: "Tá bem. Tá bem. Come antes uma peça de fruta que te faz melhor." Agora manter-se virgem até aos 103 anos, isso não lhe faz bem nenhum! xD Das duas, uma: Ou a senhora tem uma enorme força de vontade ou então está a mentir com quantos dentes tem naquela boca. Se for verdade, só tenho a dizer que não queria ter esse privilégio!&amp;nbsp; Claramente que não viveu a vida... Limitou-se a sobreviver! E não digo isto só pelo facto&amp;nbsp;dela permanecer virgem até tal idade, pois&amp;nbsp;certamente que se tomou essa decisão, tomou outras semelhantes que passaram por não aproveitar a vida. Enfim, são escolhas... cada um&amp;nbsp;faz a sua... e ela escolheu ficar virgem até aos 103 (e sabe-se lá que mais!!)... está no direito dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-scriptum&lt;/em&gt;: "Nunca experimentou álcool e tabaco ou tomou qualquer tipo de remédio" - Isto é que ela foi uma jóia de moça!&amp;nbsp;Esta claramente que nunca vai ser atropelada por uma mota como o&amp;nbsp;avô do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNtnX9lgkEY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3694354754369394743?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3694354754369394743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-antes-uma-pecinha-de-fruta-que-te.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3694354754369394743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3694354754369394743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-antes-uma-pecinha-de-fruta-que-te.html' title='&quot;Come antes uma peça de fruta que te faz melhor&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5158222286693321119</id><published>2011-02-22T20:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:00:13.320Z</updated><title type='text'>"E se o mundo não fosse adaptado para pessoas sem deficiências físicas?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="300" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N7L_AZ6dq58" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, pois é! E se fosse assim? Se um dia a realidade se invertesse?&lt;br /&gt;Um anúncio que, na minha opinião, poderia perfeitamente ser apelidado de 'Grande Abre Olhos'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5158222286693321119?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5158222286693321119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-se-o-mundo-nao-fosse-adaptado-para.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5158222286693321119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5158222286693321119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-se-o-mundo-nao-fosse-adaptado-para.html' title='&quot;E se o mundo não fosse adaptado para pessoas sem deficiências físicas?&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N7L_AZ6dq58/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1771805837533912395</id><published>2011-02-12T01:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:26:12.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu escrevo porque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="blogdesc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A escrita devolve-me o que por vezes se perde: a vontade de falar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Citação retirada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://umaformadeexpressao.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DAQUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/4182062526987516689-1771805837533912395?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1771805837533912395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1771805837533912395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1771805837533912395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-doubt.html' title='Eu escrevo porque...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1022517029114974888</id><published>2011-02-11T02:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:43:13.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem saber exactamente porquê...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias que devíamos poder riscar e/ou apagar&amp;nbsp;deste nosso percurso a que chamamos vida! Ou então, não ver, não ouvir, não sentir - simplesmente dormir! Há dias em que qualquer pesadelo durante o sono seria melhor do que estar acordado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem saber exactamente porquê, ontem foi um desses dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1022517029114974888?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1022517029114974888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/sem-saber-exactamente-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1022517029114974888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1022517029114974888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/sem-saber-exactamente-porque.html' title='Sem saber exactamente porquê...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-902849558589528876</id><published>2011-02-05T22:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:16:07.601Z</updated><title type='text'>"Quem me viu e quem me vê"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje dei por mim a pensar e lembrei-me que há dois anos atrás, por esta altura, não andava absolutamente nada bem. Não comia, não sorria, não dormia. Chorava compulsivamente, entrava em pânico e tentava vomitar o ar e o vento que havia dentro do meu estômago. Sim, esta era eu... Ninguém acredita &lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/02/este-medo-esta-fobia.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NISTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, pois não?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tanatofobia não desapareceu - sim, hoje já consigo pronunciar e escrever a palavra, coisa que há dois anos atrás me metia uma enorme confusão - mas aprendi a lidar com ela, aprendi a controlar minimamente os meus pensamentos. No fundo, aprendi a viver com ela no meu dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Recaídas? Sim, existem. Não vou mentir. Acontecem-me durante a noite. Acordo muitas vezes sobressaltada a pensar nessa realidade que me espera, que nos espera a todos nós! Mas no minuto seguinte viro as costas aos pensamentos e faço-lhes caretas :P Troco-lhes as voltas.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi muita coisa, sim, e acima de tudo cresci com isto. Cresci muito. Dizem que "o que não nos mata, torna-nos mais fortes". E, já que não deu pra morrer, dois anos depois aqui estou eu&amp;nbsp;para dizer que me sinto assim: Mais Forte!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É caso para dizer: "Quem me viu e quem me vê"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-902849558589528876?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/902849558589528876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/quem-me-viu-e-quem-me-ve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/902849558589528876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/902849558589528876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/02/quem-me-viu-e-quem-me-ve.html' title='&quot;Quem me viu e quem me vê&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5080940706854923119</id><published>2011-01-31T21:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:38:51.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you also remember it?</title><content type='html'>Hoje lembrei-me desta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="300" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8YkwGZSa2GU" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para a minha Monique,&lt;br /&gt;'Munique', ou lá o que isso é!&amp;nbsp;(como alguém disse um dia) xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5080940706854923119?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5080940706854923119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-also-remember-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5080940706854923119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5080940706854923119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-also-remember-it.html' title='Do you also remember it?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8YkwGZSa2GU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5151652945669631212</id><published>2011-01-30T19:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:41:21.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é só isto :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt; tem umas &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;garras de leão&lt;/span&gt; tão &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;grandes e&amp;nbsp;afiadas&lt;/span&gt; que se&amp;nbsp; espetam no&amp;nbsp;meu &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;coração &lt;/span&gt;com tanta persistência,&amp;nbsp;trespassando-o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'tão trespassadinho'&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;que até as &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; me vêm aos &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;olhos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje é só isto! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5151652945669631212?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5151652945669631212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-e-so-isto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5151652945669631212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5151652945669631212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-e-so-isto.html' title='Hoje é só isto :('/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1905319338240200798</id><published>2011-01-26T01:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:43:30.503Z</updated><title type='text'>* T *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Eis uma grande verdade. Aliás, a maior das verdades que eu já disse em toda a minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um sorriso e um olhar foram o suficiente para abrires a porta danificada do meu coraçãozito! E sem sequer saberes acabaste por repará-la tão depressa que eu nunca pensei ser possível. Mas aconteceu e isso é o que importa! Agora estás&amp;nbsp;trancado neste&amp;nbsp;mesmo coraçãozito. É bom que não tentes rebentar a fechadura, sim? Porque se não danificas outra vez a porta (e não só)&amp;nbsp;e isso seria um grande grande grande&amp;nbsp;problema!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;És-me essencial! Já não consigo ver a minha vida sem as nossas conversas, sem o teu sorriso, sem o teu cheiro, sem o teu beijo. Resumindo: Não consigo ver a minha vida sem ti! Por isso, porta-te bem, sim? Foste, és e sempre serás a melhor coisa que me aconteceu na vida :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.: Desculpem-me se fui um bocadito lamechas, mas o amor dá pra estas coisas LOOOL xD&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/4182062526987516689-1905319338240200798?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1905319338240200798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/t.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1905319338240200798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1905319338240200798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/t.html' title='* T *'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-6550531985995057558</id><published>2011-01-24T02:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:20:16.609Z</updated><title type='text'>Where have you found it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TTzfhCpZuII/AAAAAAAABOA/sv5MHmYdELk/s1600/tumblr_kqsao3sdZG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TTzfhCpZuII/AAAAAAAABOA/sv5MHmYdELk/s320/tumblr_kqsao3sdZG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/140"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can read, by kymie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E eu que o diga ;)&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/4182062526987516689-6550531985995057558?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/6550531985995057558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-have-you-found-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6550531985995057558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6550531985995057558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-have-you-found-it.html' title='Where have you found it?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TTzfhCpZuII/AAAAAAAABOA/sv5MHmYdELk/s72-c/tumblr_kqsao3sdZG1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3519752035982682901</id><published>2011-01-23T01:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:47:05.337Z</updated><title type='text'>......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitivamente ontem não estive&amp;nbsp;e hoje continuo a não estar NADA BEM! Esta vontade de chorar que chegou não sei porquê&amp;nbsp;e veio não sei de onde!! Estas duas mãos invisíveis que me prendem o pescoço e que quase me&amp;nbsp;esganam! Estes maus pressentimentos que fazem do meu cérebro a sua sala de estar e que, por sinal,&amp;nbsp;são bastante espaçosos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh pah!!!! :( :( &lt;br /&gt;STOP, por favor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3519752035982682901?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3519752035982682901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3519752035982682901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3519752035982682901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='......................'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1344845312794269275</id><published>2011-01-19T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:33:26.480Z</updated><title type='text'>É isso aí :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TTdxASSpNNI/AAAAAAAABN8/7LmHMOzDMG8/s1600/tumblr_ku87jx6Y1E1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TTdxASSpNNI/AAAAAAAABN8/7LmHMOzDMG8/s320/tumblr_ku87jx6Y1E1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/92"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i can read, by xparisisforever﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem dúvida alguma :) Ponto Final &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com parágrafo claro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aliás, muitooos, espero eu! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1344845312794269275?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1344845312794269275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-isso-ai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1344845312794269275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1344845312794269275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-isso-ai.html' title='É isso aí :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TTdxASSpNNI/AAAAAAAABN8/7LmHMOzDMG8/s72-c/tumblr_ku87jx6Y1E1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-7555707294699588280</id><published>2011-01-15T01:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:37:59.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia tudo muda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando&amp;nbsp;vemos a nossa vida virada de pernas para o ar e achamos que será para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando já há muito não temos&amp;nbsp;vontade de sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando&amp;nbsp;dia após dia&amp;nbsp;só pensamos que "há dias de manhã em que à tarde não deviamos sair à noite"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando magoamos e saímos magoados... Quando culpamos e saímos culpados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando levamos uma "tareia" atrás da outra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Basta-nos, um dia, estarmos à hora certa no sítio certo para conhecermos a pessoa certa :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nossa vida fica novamente com&amp;nbsp;os pés&amp;nbsp;bem assentes&amp;nbsp;na terra (ou se calhar&amp;nbsp;ganhamos asas e voamos)&amp;nbsp;e percebemos que não há mal que sempre dure... A vontade de sorrir volta aos nossos lábios e começamos a pensar que "ha dias de manhã em que à tarde deviamos sempre sair à noite"... e ficamos só com um bocadinho de medo que tudo se desmorone e voltemos a levar uma "tareia" daquelas que cria feridas profundas, mas que não sangram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é isto minha gente :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-7555707294699588280?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/7555707294699588280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-tudo-muda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7555707294699588280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7555707294699588280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-tudo-muda.html' title='Um dia tudo muda...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8164387458758337110</id><published>2010-12-31T21:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:31:19.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno Balanço de 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para o (Dis)sabores o ano de 2010 foi tão pequeniiiino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadinho :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falou-se do Regresso e do Não Regresso (o constante dilema deste ano); Falou-se de 'Eclipses', de burros que morrem a pensar, de se ser feliz e não se saber, da falta de coragem, da dor da culpa, de 'Obrigada pelas recordações'. Falou-se do SAW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois, quem vir isto até pensa que o ano terminou com 'the last piece of the puzzle is you'... mas não, enganam-se! Nem cheguei a ser 'the last piece of the puzzle', porque não havia nenhuma pessoa com estômago para ser 'the last piece' comigo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim... Quem vir isto até pensa que não se passaram grandes coisas na minha vida... mas não, mais uma vez enganam-se!&amp;nbsp;PASSARAM-SE MUITAS COISAS. O que NÃO SE PASSOU foi vontade para escrever sobre essas muitas coisas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E foi devido a isso que o meu cantinho&amp;nbsp;ficou a parecer&amp;nbsp;pobrezinho :( Desculpem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E depois disto, tenho a dizer que espero sinceramente que 2011 me traga de volta a vontade para escrever (que me faltou durante 2010 devido a variadíssimas razões)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S: Só para que saibam, foram dois os grandes momentos que marcaram os &lt;strong&gt;finais deste ano (falo apenas dos finais, para que fique bem claro)&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1º Momento: Ter terminado a minha Tese de Mestrado (queeee alíííviooooo)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2º Momento: Não vou revelar, como é evidente!!&amp;nbsp;(pode ser que ainda me traga grandes surpresas em 2011)&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um Feliz 2011 para todos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8164387458758337110?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8164387458758337110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/12/pequeno-balanco-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8164387458758337110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8164387458758337110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/12/pequeno-balanco-de-2010.html' title='Pequeno Balanço de 2010'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-642225834181309013</id><published>2010-10-18T21:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:34:42.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigatório a marida ver (se ainda não viu)!</title><content type='html'>Passei só para mostrar uma coisa, principalmente à Marida. Não sei se ela já tinha visto isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVQZIJr6z2g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVQZIJr6z2g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora quero ver quem é que me vai acompanhar ao cinema para ver este, ai quero ver quero! Isto assim não pode ser! Até pra ir ver o SAW ao cinema me fazes falta pah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um beijinho e um abraço apertadinho pa ti***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-642225834181309013?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/642225834181309013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/obrigatorio-marida-ver-se-ainda-nao-viu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/642225834181309013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/642225834181309013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/obrigatorio-marida-ver-se-ainda-nao-viu.html' title='Obrigatório a marida ver (se ainda não viu)!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4846114364179763834</id><published>2010-10-13T00:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:11:16.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada por alegrarem o meu dia :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E no meio de tudo isto, chegou hoje uma pequena GRANDE coisa para alegrar o meu dia. O livro '&lt;i&gt;Obrigada pelas Recordações&lt;/i&gt;' de Cecelia Ahern, que ganhei através do &lt;a href="http://entrepaginas-entrepaginas.blogspot.com/2010/10/resultado-do-passatempo-obrigada-pelas.html"&gt;Passatempo&lt;/a&gt;, com o mesmo nome, no blogue &lt;a href="http://entrepaginas-entrepaginas.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Entre Páginas'&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TLTpVAN6dRI/AAAAAAAABNs/3QbM8gb37dE/s1600/IMG_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TLTpVAN6dRI/AAAAAAAABNs/3QbM8gb37dE/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu &lt;b&gt;Muito Obrigada&lt;/b&gt; ao 'Entre Páginas' e à Editorial Presença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que vou prá caminha começar a minha leitura &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Durmam bem e até amanhã***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4846114364179763834?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4846114364179763834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/obrigada-por-alegrarem-o-meu-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4846114364179763834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4846114364179763834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/obrigada-por-alegrarem-o-meu-dia.html' title='Obrigada por alegrarem o meu dia :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TLTpVAN6dRI/AAAAAAAABNs/3QbM8gb37dE/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3195075528584000036</id><published>2010-10-12T13:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:53:33.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É esta a dor da culpa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia chegou. Ou melhor, a noite. A noite passada. Eu sentia-o há já alguns tempos. Era inevitável. Tomei a minha decisão e disse-a. Magoei uma das pessoas que mais gosta de mim. Uma das pessoas que menos merecia ser magoada. Magoei-me a mim mesma, porque não suporto saber que sou eu a causa do sofrimento dessa pessoa. Mas, talvez, foi melhor assim. Quanto mais prolongássemos isto, maior seria o sofrimento para ambas as partes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, tenho o peito rasgado ao meio e o coração dilacerado! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3195075528584000036?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3195075528584000036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-esta-dor-da-culpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3195075528584000036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3195075528584000036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-esta-dor-da-culpa.html' title='É esta a dor da culpa?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1538516156391613039</id><published>2010-10-12T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:24:58.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem, precisa-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto &lt;u&gt;mais&lt;/u&gt; penso &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;naquilo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;devo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;não fazer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;menos&lt;/u&gt; sei &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aquilo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;devo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ou não &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fazer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;limite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; aproxima-se! Sinto-o! Preciso de tomar uma &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;decisão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já não sinto o que sentia! Eis uma &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;verdade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só falta mesmo a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;coragem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; para dizê-lo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1538516156391613039?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1538516156391613039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/coragem-precisa-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1538516156391613039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1538516156391613039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/coragem-precisa-se.html' title='Coragem, precisa-se!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4030181852091580437</id><published>2010-10-10T21:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:35:00.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Éramos tão felizes e não sabíamos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há cerca de 3 anos, "mais mês, menos ano", éramos meeeesmooo muito felizes e não sabíamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algumas recordações &lt;a href="http://doiscoracoesumavida.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-anos.html?showComment=1286741629718_AIe9_BG5s6hiqhByGKCgwBcQ9Nwo6ju7zzGi7Yq6deGDxL6KnUut0ZDmqnLeG82uHjxkgB11EmlQUhpziUiEZwa_XSJSoPaqTR6AJI0qA1xofljGEHk8Y6w3Nxz-VSWS1PEl0LLWGzdLCpfhLxTN4NcmhqAmYweM7XoSbwVZ59ZIZ9u98CKQo-AKipqVZK7b-IxlV3xqu_O4zsLXb0wv36q0ih-VxZ2IZLsqE66wWZch3C8jLbWt0UjumDtiCspQHyaboEjpEXDviVDBAuq-mwTAUI0BSFUp0n62dMkP-r9IX_JouPFrXsfIOehlY0VYGD2o55dj371JJVO5ZHZ_2sjctHgy17oCvzjG1wSmo2wMrhfEKbrqaOJp93nBUgug_Izf0e8-v6QYlk2Ayybjg4CF0HpVM4D9nAingtB8cJcwPqG0BeyCh6eW94fw6FEjdriFc0xJadEXD6jWcnI9DuVzfXknvEsrTOZFlyanV1C7A3ELGlwiEWeD1wdu3SADMTReOCG3-ekXECJ9Zndh6pKBmsqXOw0vOlsXMTutE4KqzkxrZbn2cXvgP-Do22suFkJP6s4WrMtk9wzZVRXtcuGuM0uAhasKNT0junbcv3FI11Bp9ciE__taPs72IR8fKq-ZoI1CvdRx3D63ApOGWxJQ8aUfQ7GCdpMkY84Txzf251vjqZH8sow#c2691652690508242487"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Saudades*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, nem tudo o tempo levou, porque TU e cada uma dessas&amp;nbsp;pessoas, "que enchiam os dedos de uma mão", continuam e continuarão aqui guardados na caixinha das&amp;nbsp;memórias e recordações mais felizes da minha vida! E essa caixinha chama-se CORAÇÃO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4030181852091580437?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4030181852091580437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/eramos-tao-felizes-e-nao-sabiamos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4030181852091580437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4030181852091580437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/eramos-tao-felizes-e-nao-sabiamos.html' title='&quot;Éramos tão felizes e não sabíamos&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2780613598322390606</id><published>2010-10-05T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T04:58:35.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto pode não ser um regresso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava agora a passar os olhos pelas últimas publicações que fiz no (Dis)sabores. Faço-o muitas vezes! Entro no blogger, introduzo o e-mail e a palavra passe e fico a ver o que em tempos escrevi!&amp;nbsp;Às vezes&amp;nbsp;penso para mim mesma: fui eu que escrevi isto??? As palavras soam-me como se fossem de uma outra Era e escritas por uma outra pessoa que não eu! Falando em bom português: Quando visito o meu blogue, fico como um burro a olhar para um palácio! A verdade é que já há muito tempo deixei de saber o que escrever e como escrever aqui! Acho que lhe perdi o jeito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não vou dizer que isto é um regresso, porque já muitas vezes o disse e acabo sempre por não voltar durante longos e longos tempos, ou então quando volto é para falar de Filmes (no sentido literal da palavra). Enfim... Vou apenas dizer que as saudades falaram mais alto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até qualquer dia**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2780613598322390606?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2780613598322390606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/isto-pode-nao-ser-um-regresso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2780613598322390606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2780613598322390606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/10/isto-pode-nao-ser-um-regresso.html' title='Isto pode não ser um regresso!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8241765525288322505</id><published>2010-06-30T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:28:17.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É hoje o GRANDE DIA - Estreia de ECLIPSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Logo à noite, pelas 21h40, lá estarei eu na Sala 1 dos Cinemas Lusomundo do Dolce Vita Douro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a assistir à estreia de Eclipse :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TCtS8K2egPI/AAAAAAAABNM/eMrz62qTQzk/s1600/Imagem0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TCtS8K2egPI/AAAAAAAABNM/eMrz62qTQzk/s320/Imagem0087.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TCtURUt2RxI/AAAAAAAABNc/rulxsJ186F0/s1600/CA62D416E3F3C3A371FD20B460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TCtURUt2RxI/AAAAAAAABNc/rulxsJ186F0/s200/CA62D416E3F3C3A371FD20B460.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já estou a ficar impacienteeeee! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8241765525288322505?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8241765525288322505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-hoje-o-grande-dia-estreia-de-eclipse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8241765525288322505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8241765525288322505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-hoje-o-grande-dia-estreia-de-eclipse.html' title='É hoje o GRANDE DIA - Estreia de ECLIPSE!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/TCtS8K2egPI/AAAAAAAABNM/eMrz62qTQzk/s72-c/Imagem0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2451170037098605303</id><published>2010-05-23T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:56:10.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A pensar morreu um burro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pensava que coisas como&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-dias-de-manha-que-uma-pessoa-tarde.html"&gt;ESTA&lt;/a&gt; não iam acontecer nunca mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afinal enganei-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acontecem quando menos esperamos e mais vezes do que aquilo que suportamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensei, a sério que pensei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas lá diz o ditado: "A pensar morreu um burro"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2451170037098605303?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2451170037098605303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensar-morreu-um-burro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2451170037098605303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2451170037098605303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensar-morreu-um-burro.html' title='A pensar morreu um burro...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2943576986928362574</id><published>2010-03-11T18:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:59:28.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Teaser trailer de Eclipse :)</title><content type='html'>Sem palavras... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=pt-PT&amp;vid=596d0045-d80f-4fd7-a04c-e2bbe495376f" target="_new" title="&amp;#39;A Saga Twilight Eclipse&amp;#39; (teaser trailer)"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.catalog.video.msn.com/Image.aspx?uuid=596d0045-d80f-4fd7-a04c-e2bbe495376f&amp;w=112&amp;h=84" border=0 alt="&amp;#39;A Saga Twilight Eclipse&amp;#39; (teaser trailer)" width=112 height=84&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;A Saga Twilight Eclipse&amp;#39; (teaser trailer)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2943576986928362574?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2943576986928362574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaser-trailer-de-eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2943576986928362574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2943576986928362574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaser-trailer-de-eclipse.html' title='Teaser trailer de Eclipse :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-599645833689624992</id><published>2010-03-10T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:39:21.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse... entre outros :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se calhar está na hora de falar de Eclipse, o próximo filme da Saga Twilight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, na verdade, não estou aqui propriamente para falar, mas para mostrar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui fica o teaser trailer de 10 segundos. É só um cheirinho, mas li por aí que amanhã já temos o trailer completo. E claro está, já nem&amp;nbsp;aguento esperar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wI72fF_aJnY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wI72fF_aJnY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não esquecer que Eclipse estreia nos cinemas portugueses no dia 30 de Junho, e Lua Nova está para sair em &lt;a href="http://www.fnac.pt/pt/Catalog/Channel.aspx?catalogName=filmesluanova&amp;amp;gclid=CJmc6r_9rqACFSJl4wodx1VSrw"&gt;DVD no dia 26 de Março&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E já que estamos numa de cinema, este fim de semana vai haver&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.zonlusomundo.pt/Filme.aspx?id=10648"&gt;'Alice no País das Maravilhas'&lt;/a&gt; para mim :) Finalmente que tenho um tempinho para ir ver. Outro a não perder vai ser 'Remember Me' ou &lt;a href="http://www.zonlusomundo.pt/Filme.aspx?id=11169"&gt;'Lembra-te de mim'&lt;/a&gt; com estreia marcada para o dia 18 deste mês :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-599645833689624992?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/599645833689624992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/03/eclipse-entre-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/599645833689624992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/599645833689624992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/03/eclipse-entre-outros.html' title='Eclipse... entre outros :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1685338489136262301</id><published>2010-02-11T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:00:08.639Z</updated><title type='text'>O momento do regresso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei que hoje era um bom dia para regressar. Depois de tanto tempo ausente, senti-me finalmente preparada para voltar a escrever. Porquê? Porque&amp;nbsp;ontem foi&amp;nbsp;o dia em que também regressei&amp;nbsp;a uma parte do meu passado. Um passado não muito longínquo, mas que não deixa de ser passado, ainda que eu quisesse que fosse presente e futuro! Mas já que me armei de coragem para enfrentar&amp;nbsp;novamente o&amp;nbsp;passado numa tentativa de verificar os seus efeitos no presente, porque não voltar também ao meu blog que há tanto tempo abandonei?&amp;nbsp;Desde que criei o meu cantinho, ele sempre serviu para assinalar os momentos marcantes da minha existência e como tal, achei que também este momento deveria aqui ficar registado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, o momento do meu regresso ao passado para verificar os seus efeitos no presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quis testar-me a &lt;strong&gt;mim mesma&lt;/strong&gt;! Quis pôr-me a &lt;strong&gt;mim própria&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;à prova! Quis &lt;strong&gt;verificar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E este &lt;strong&gt;teste&lt;/strong&gt; serviu para &lt;strong&gt;provar &lt;/strong&gt;que continua tudo na mesma. Os sentimentos não mudam quando e como queremos, nem tão pouco esquecemos quando e como queremos. Pode até parecer que já não dói, mas no fundo a dor&amp;nbsp;era&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;vulcão adormecido que entrou em erupção quando os meus olhos se cruzaram com os teus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora sei que ainda dói e que provavelmente nunca vai parar de doer, ainda que com o tempo essa dor&amp;nbsp;venha a assumir&amp;nbsp;contornos diferentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora sei que ainda não esqueci e que provavelmente não está ao meu alcance esquecer. Talvez ultrapassar minimamente sim, esquecer não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indiferença. Desprezo, talvez. Também continua na mesma. Arriscar-me-ia a dizer que está até pior. Será?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1685338489136262301?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1685338489136262301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-momento-do-regresso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1685338489136262301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1685338489136262301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-momento-do-regresso.html' title='O momento do regresso!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4762126481973964462</id><published>2009-12-20T06:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:41:11.843Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel any better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimamente, tenho estado bastante "offline" aqui no meu cantinho! Na verdade ando cansada de escrever sempre sobre o mesmo assunto! Parece que todo o meu corpo e toda a minha mente estão canalizados para "aquilo" e apenas "aquilo". Tento fugir! Apagar as memórias! Mas o simples facto de querer tentar fazer isso só por si me faz relembrar tudo!&amp;nbsp;E ao dizer que estou&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;tentar evitar escrever sobre o assunto, que outra coisa estou a fazer senão escrever sobre o mesmo?! Cheguei à conclusão que não vale a pena evitar... se escrever é o meu refúgio, então vou continuar a escrever, mesmo que vocês já estejam cansados de ouvir o que tenho para vos dizer! Na noite passada - quer dizer - no dia passado - dado que estou acordada de noite e a dormir de dia - tive um sonho (ou um pesadelo?)! Não é importante, é apenas pra dizer que foi apenas mais um de entre tantos sobre "aquilo"! Será que algum dia vão parar?!&amp;nbsp;Será que não basta o meu consciente insistir em&amp;nbsp;filtrar todos os meus pensamentos para&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;assunto? Ainda tenho que levar com o meu subconsciente a maltratar-me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A drunken salesman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hearing damage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mind is restless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say you’re getting better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don’t feel any better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your speakers are blowing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your ears are wrecking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hearing damage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wish you felt better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wish you felt better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom Yorke,&lt;em&gt; Hearing Damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7nz6-UVrmU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7nz6-UVrmU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4762126481973964462?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4762126481973964462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-feel-any-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4762126481973964462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4762126481973964462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-feel-any-better.html' title='I don&apos;t feel any better'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4010619214371763102</id><published>2009-12-11T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:12:45.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Consegues ouvir-me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Vem cá! Estás aí? Consegues ouvir-me? Sentes a minha dor? Vês as minhas lágrimas? Vem cá! Ainda estás aqui? Ainda estás comigo? Mostra-me que sim! Consegues ouvir quando grito no silêncio da noite o teu nome? Consegues sentir o bater do meu coração? Consegues ler o amo-te que tenho no olhar? Ainda estás comigo? Vem cá! Mostra-me que estás aí. Mostra-me que continuas cá para mim. Dá me a tua a mão! Consegues ouvir-me? Salvas-me? estou a pedir-te! Por favor vem cá! Mostra-me que ainda estás comigo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://escritorasteens.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/desespero21.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://a-felicidade-nao-tem-limites.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-see-pain-youre-causing.html&amp;amp;usg=__zYiCCLjk7RJ8G32q8_zPlS9nARM=&amp;amp;h=355&amp;amp;w=504&amp;amp;sz=14&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;tbnid=W7ZGrpyf3x1fmM:&amp;amp;tbnh=92&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DCan%2Byou%2Bsee%2Bthe%2Bpain%2Byou%2527re%2Bcausing%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DN"&gt;Adriana Pinto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4010619214371763102?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4010619214371763102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/12/consegues-ouvir-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4010619214371763102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4010619214371763102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/12/consegues-ouvir-me.html' title='Consegues ouvir-me?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-6896301751184368400</id><published>2009-12-07T23:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:03:24.579Z</updated><title type='text'>Panda do queeeeeee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se em vez de &lt;strong&gt;'Panda do Kung Fu'&lt;/strong&gt; fosse &lt;strong&gt;'Panda do Fuck You'&lt;/strong&gt;? looool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sx2VG088HbI/AAAAAAAABNA/iF-xo77m7PI/s1600-h/2008_kung_fu_panda_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sx2VG088HbI/AAAAAAAABNA/iF-xo77m7PI/s200/2008_kung_fu_panda_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu priminho pequenino acabou de me dizer há pouco: "Oh prima, põe lá na net o jogo do 'Panda do Fuck You' pra eu jogar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há muito tempo que não me ria tanto :D O pequenito estava mesmo convencido que era assim que se dizia :D Tadinho! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-6896301751184368400?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/6896301751184368400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/12/panda-do-queeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6896301751184368400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6896301751184368400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/12/panda-do-queeeeeee.html' title='Panda do queeeeeee?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sx2VG088HbI/AAAAAAAABNA/iF-xo77m7PI/s72-c/2008_kung_fu_panda_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-955230379780769314</id><published>2009-11-27T15:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:00:03.685Z</updated><title type='text'>Dois meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz hoje dois meses e é triste que tudo o que eu tenha a dizer seja isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you find out, you’ll probably think that i’m some pathetic and vulnerable loser. But i dont understand, just that one move you make could cause such change in my life. We have drifted so far apart in a week. From someone i could pour my troubles out to a complete stranger. Do you know how much your cold attitude towards me is hurting me so badly? I don’t know if it’s me or you. We just suddenly stopped talking. I don’t feel right at all. I want everything to return to the past. But how is that possible…… I still miss YOU."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/253278136/12789-you-probably-dont-even-get-the-hint-that-the"&gt;Blogsecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-955230379780769314?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/955230379780769314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/dois-meses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/955230379780769314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/955230379780769314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/dois-meses.html' title='Dois meses...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1668527351145081984</id><published>2009-11-26T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:56:16.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Finalmenteeeeeeeeeeeee! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hoje às 21h40&amp;nbsp;na Sala 1 dos cinemas Lusomundo&amp;nbsp;do Dolce Vita Douro&amp;nbsp;eu vou estar a assistir... adivinhem lá a que filme??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LUUUAAAAA NOVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pois claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sw7N1OYTCsI/AAAAAAAABM4/Pf-7a9ZxkWs/s1600/lua-nova2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sw7N1OYTCsI/AAAAAAAABM4/Pf-7a9ZxkWs/s400/lua-nova2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nem acreditoooooooooooooo! Finalmenteeeeeeeeeeeee! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1668527351145081984?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1668527351145081984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/finalmenteeeeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1668527351145081984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1668527351145081984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/finalmenteeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Finalmenteeeeeeeeeeeee! :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sw7N1OYTCsI/AAAAAAAABM4/Pf-7a9ZxkWs/s72-c/lua-nova2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4224224137752127562</id><published>2009-11-21T07:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:44:33.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Já não sei esquecer...</title><content type='html'>Eu digo que desisto...&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que acabou...&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que já não tenho paciência...&lt;br /&gt;Eu própria coloco um ponto final em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então porque é que nas profundezas do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;continuo à espera de um sinal?&lt;br /&gt;continuo a ter a esperança que um dia tudo voltará a ser como era?&lt;br /&gt;continuo a implorar mais uma oportunidade?&lt;br /&gt;continuo a querer perceber o que se está a passar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando decidimos esquecer e não esperar, não deveriamos pôr de lado todas estas coisas?? Se a resposta é sim, então por favor alguém me ajude, porque acho que já não sei esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que raiva me dá de mim mesma! Que raiva me dá de não conseguir trazer até mim aquilo que mais quero neste momento! Que raiva me dá da vida que me traz aquilo que não peço e quando me habituo a tê-lo, vem e rouba-mo! Que raiva me dá esta sensação de vazio em mim! Que raiva me dá de ti por me estares a fazer passar por isto! &lt;br /&gt;Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Que raivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4224224137752127562?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4224224137752127562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ja-nao-sei-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4224224137752127562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4224224137752127562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ja-nao-sei-esquecer.html' title='Já não sei esquecer...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-450865626572879363</id><published>2009-11-19T18:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:37:18.337Z</updated><title type='text'>I believe in Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-G6IxcmgblA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ACABOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JÁ NÃO HÁ PACIÊNCIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ESTOU FARTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IT'S OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PONTO FINAL SEM PARÁGRAFO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwTaF-z2YUI/AAAAAAAABMw/NWZcOneRp48/s1600/190191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwTaF-z2YUI/AAAAAAAABMw/NWZcOneRp48/s400/190191.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiuuuu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shiuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-9019760336007361775?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/9019760336007361775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponto-final-sem-paragrafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9019760336007361775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9019760336007361775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponto-final-sem-paragrafo.html' title='Ponto final sem parágrafo!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwTaF-z2YUI/AAAAAAAABMw/NWZcOneRp48/s72-c/190191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4329014942449498823</id><published>2009-11-16T11:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:26:26.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós somos aquilo que pensamos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwE1E_ce0DI/AAAAAAAABMo/bl5zmv0sOeA/s1600/278991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwE1E_ce0DI/AAAAAAAABMo/bl5zmv0sOeA/s400/278991.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E VOU VOLTAR A SENTI-LAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ENSINARAM -ME&amp;nbsp;QUE DEVEMOS OLHAR PARA AQUILO QUE QUEREMOS COMO SE JÁ O TIVESSEMOS, SÓ ASSIM CONSEGUIMOS ATRAIR ESSA COISA ATÉ NÓS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiuuuu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shiuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4329014942449498823?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4329014942449498823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/nos-somos-aquilo-que-pensamos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4329014942449498823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4329014942449498823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/nos-somos-aquilo-que-pensamos.html' title='Nós somos aquilo que pensamos!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwE1E_ce0DI/AAAAAAAABMo/bl5zmv0sOeA/s72-c/278991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-6508136537129465841</id><published>2009-11-15T15:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:36:28.899Z</updated><title type='text'>É preciso é "botar fé"!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwAeP6EZ5BI/AAAAAAAABMg/PhWkXCWX74Y/s1600-h/tumblr_ksp8l5RNi31qzr04eo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwAeP6EZ5BI/AAAAAAAABMg/PhWkXCWX74Y/s400/tumblr_ksp8l5RNi31qzr04eo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;EU SEI QUE TUDO VAI VOLTAR A SER COMO ERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E ESSA VAI SER A MINHA PRENDA DE NATAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É PRECISO É "BOTAR FÉ"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E ACREDITAR COM TODAS AS NOSSAS FORÇAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E EU SOU FORTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E TU ES MEU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can read, by sacredcow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-6508136537129465841?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/6508136537129465841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-preciso-e-botar-fe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6508136537129465841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6508136537129465841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-preciso-e-botar-fe.html' title='É preciso é &quot;botar fé&quot;!!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SwAeP6EZ5BI/AAAAAAAABMg/PhWkXCWX74Y/s72-c/tumblr_ksp8l5RNi31qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-863607612966222633</id><published>2009-11-14T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:20:48.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma boa forma de evitar fazer figuras:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vânia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Prá próxima bebes &lt;strike&gt;merda&lt;/strike&gt; Água!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-863607612966222633?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/863607612966222633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-boa-forma-de-evitar-fazer-figuras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/863607612966222633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/863607612966222633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-boa-forma-de-evitar-fazer-figuras.html' title='Uma boa forma de evitar fazer figuras:'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1361158667120541740</id><published>2009-11-08T21:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:11:54.484Z</updated><title type='text'>A propósito do post anterior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Svcz4kt40SI/AAAAAAAABMY/AiwWAu2czXU/s1600-h/imagem4_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Svcz4kt40SI/AAAAAAAABMY/AiwWAu2czXU/s400/imagem4_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiuuuumessage.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-09-16T09%3A10%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Message For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1361158667120541740?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1361158667120541740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/proposito-do-post-anterior.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5593696178621792810</id><published>2009-11-08T18:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:19:30.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu nunca mais for capaz de te encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando sinto que me estou&amp;nbsp;a perder de ti e te vejo a desaparecer cada dia um pouco mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recordo aquele abraço que me deste. As lágrimas prestes a extravasar dos nossos olhos. Foi um momento tão intenso, que é impossível dizer que não somos importantes um para o outro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para continuar esta minha caminhada, eu preciso apenas entender que tens uma forma muito diferente de me dar importância.&amp;nbsp;Para ter paz, eu preciso encarar que essa tua forma excessiva de me dar importância é que te leva para longe de mim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se eu nunca mais for capaz de te encontrar, guardarei para sempre a memória daquele abraço - um abraço que eu senti com todas as minhas forças e que eu sei que tu sentiste com todas as tuas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tal como hoje&amp;nbsp;não sei explicar porque escolhi esta música, há coisas que não sabemos explicar mas que se sentem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aerosmith - Fly away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gf107A_JOc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gf107A_JOc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5593696178621792810?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5593696178621792810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-eu-nunca-mais-for-capaz-de-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5593696178621792810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5593696178621792810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-eu-nunca-mais-for-capaz-de-te.html' title='Se eu nunca mais for capaz de te encontrar...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8770857350683300598</id><published>2009-11-07T23:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:11:33.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Acho que NÃO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SvYG09ufGyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/9wCefVWCliE/s1600-h/tumblr_ksl9fwdZbU1qzr04eo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SvYG09ufGyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/9wCefVWCliE/s320/tumblr_ksl9fwdZbU1qzr04eo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não tenho a certeza, mas acho que NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nada voltará a ser o que era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo está tão diferente :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can read, by sunsetshootout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8770857350683300598?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8770857350683300598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/acho-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8770857350683300598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8770857350683300598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/acho-que-nao.html' title='Acho que NÃO!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SvYG09ufGyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/9wCefVWCliE/s72-c/tumblr_ksl9fwdZbU1qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8264460398743100989</id><published>2009-11-03T05:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:37:51.640Z</updated><title type='text'>TIC TAC TIC TAC TIC TAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TIC TAC TIC TAC TIC TAC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, mas nada acontece! Nada muda!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olho para o telemóvel vezes sem conta, mas ele continua com a luz apagada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, mas nada acontece! Nada muda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou a ficar impaciente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, mas nada acontece! Nada muda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E de repente: FEEEEEEZ-SEEEEEEE LUUUUUUUUUZ! (agora mesmo, enquanto escrevia este post, às 03h55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, algo aconteceu! Tudo muda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho de segurar o coração para que não me salte pela boca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, algo aconteceu! Tudo muda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só agora (às 05h40)&amp;nbsp;tive oportunidade de terminar de escrever o que tinha começado, porque valores mais altos se 'alevantaram'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, algo aconteceu! Tudo muda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sorriso, o alívio e a paz voltaram a fazer parte de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O tempo passa, algo aconteceu! Tudo se resolveu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui e&amp;nbsp;Agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;:)&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Lembrem-se sempre que enquanto se escreve um post muita coisa pode mudar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8264460398743100989?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8264460398743100989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8264460398743100989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8264460398743100989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac.html' title='TIC TAC TIC TAC TIC TAC'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8233989940817029915</id><published>2009-11-02T07:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:06:08.675Z</updated><title type='text'>No Happy Ending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algures por aí &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(no Facebook) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;disseram que esta ia ser a minha música do dia e como eu não poderia estar mais de acordo decidi publicá-la aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mika - Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJeHk1gDT68&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJeHk1gDT68&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I'm wastin' every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I'm wastin' every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Little bit of love, little bit of love[repeat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But not together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A par disto só sei que hoje vou pisar cócó (LOL - afinal já me ri bem com o Facebook), que tenho olhos de corvo (Será?) e que pode surgir algo positivo desse confronto que temo ter (e quem me dera que sim, que eu ganhasse coragem e que no fim algo de bom acontecesse) - por isso, hoje, por favor, torçam por mim, porque eu vou precisar, não só para ganhar coragem mas também para que tudo se resolva. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei a saber também mais umas coisinhas, mas quem&amp;nbsp;estiver curioso&amp;nbsp;que vá espreitar lá no facebook, porque eu não estou pra despejar aqui tudo. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8233989940817029915?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8233989940817029915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8233989940817029915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8233989940817029915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-happy-ending.html' title='No Happy Ending...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-9030459699754059459</id><published>2009-10-28T21:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:12:28.696Z</updated><title type='text'>The worst kind of suffering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuiYmppdFdI/AAAAAAAABMI/A9FZp_gV6DI/s1600-h/tumblr_ks45e9Ujy41qzr04eo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuiYmppdFdI/AAAAAAAABMI/A9FZp_gV6DI/s400/tumblr_ks45e9Ujy41qzr04eo1_400.png" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E para quem não se dá muito bem com o inglês aqui fica a tradução:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ESPERAR É DOLOROSO. ESQUECER É DOLOROSO. MAS NÃO SABER QUAL DAS DUAS FAZER É A PIOR FORMA DE SOFRIMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tendo em conta o autor destas palavras,&amp;nbsp;neste momento&amp;nbsp;eu estou a passar pela pior forma de sofrimento. Eu não diria que é a pior forma de sofrimento, mas que é má o suficiente lá isso é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can read, by missmode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-9030459699754059459?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/9030459699754059459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-kind-of-suffering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9030459699754059459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9030459699754059459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/worst-kind-of-suffering.html' title='The worst kind of suffering...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuiYmppdFdI/AAAAAAAABMI/A9FZp_gV6DI/s72-c/tumblr_ks45e9Ujy41qzr04eo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-7835499600009891314</id><published>2009-10-27T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:28:40.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu peço à noite um sinal de ti...</title><content type='html'>Uma boa música para terminar o dia de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/klMDiW48RE4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/klMDiW48RE4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-7835499600009891314?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/7835499600009891314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-peco-noite-um-sinal-de-ti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7835499600009891314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7835499600009891314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-peco-noite-um-sinal-de-ti.html' title='Eu peço à noite um sinal de ti...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-136575386182717324</id><published>2009-10-27T14:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:02:28.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembras-te daqueles dias de chuva, em que o teu maior desejo era dar-me a mão levar-me para debaixo da chuva, abraçar-me e simplesmente deixar que a chuva caísse sobre nós e nos molhasse por completo?? Lembras-te desses dias em que dizias que a chuva não te incomodava desde que a pudesses saborear junto a mim?? Lembras-te desse sonho que tinhas e que&amp;nbsp;nunca chegamos a tornar realidade??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sub_9CQUyRI/AAAAAAAABLw/1whLOswTTqQ/s1600-h/49224_res1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sub_9CQUyRI/AAAAAAAABLw/1whLOswTTqQ/s320/49224_res1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que te esqueceste assim tão facilmente de um dia para o outro??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Hoje faz um mês! Como é que as coisas podem mudar tanto em apenas um mês??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Imagem: Allie &amp;amp; Noah em &lt;em&gt;O Diário da Nossa Paixão&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/4182062526987516689-136575386182717324?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/136575386182717324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-dia-foi-assim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/136575386182717324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/136575386182717324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-dia-foi-assim.html' title='Um dia foi assim...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/Sub_9CQUyRI/AAAAAAAABLw/1whLOswTTqQ/s72-c/49224_res1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-20257304093266608</id><published>2009-10-26T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:49:38.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuY1OBNaAwI/AAAAAAAABLo/cGJiRbdZToo/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcq60jdit4WmS5IKOo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuY1OBNaAwI/AAAAAAAABLo/cGJiRbdZToo/s400/UU8sftjMcq60jdit4WmS5IKOo1_400.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/page/84"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can read, by huelicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-20257304093266608?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/20257304093266608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/20257304093266608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/20257304093266608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuY1OBNaAwI/AAAAAAAABLo/cGJiRbdZToo/s72-c/UU8sftjMcq60jdit4WmS5IKOo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1522310520700118224</id><published>2009-10-26T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:06:46.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Devolve-me o meu sorriso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continua tudo na mesma... Nem&amp;nbsp;dados novos nem motivos para me arrancar um sorriso...&amp;nbsp;A semana passada contribuiu para as estatísticas&amp;nbsp;das piores&amp;nbsp;semanas&amp;nbsp;da mha vida... mas eu tinha esperanças que no começo desta semana tudo se iria resolver... Mas afinal não... Afinal está tudo igual... Eu? Bem, eu já não sei que fazer mais para alterar esta triste situação... Na realidade, nem há muito que eu possa fazer... O problema é que&amp;nbsp;quando as coisas não dependem de nós, isso só piora ainda mais as situações... Quando queremos fazer algo, mas sabemos que esse algo não está ao nosso alcance... E depois? Depois&amp;nbsp;ficamos assim inertes com a sensação de que somos&amp;nbsp;inúteis...&amp;nbsp;Uns inúteis&amp;nbsp;daqueles que nem pelo seu próprio bem conseguem fazer algo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que tenho de continuar a lutar... mas essa espada já me atingiu tantas vezes... estou ferida... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lentamente, o cansaço&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;apodera-se&amp;nbsp;de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As mhas forças estão-se a finar... Sinto as pernas a ceder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuYMQXdbBGI/AAAAAAAABLY/qHte1UbzPzk/s1600-h/dor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuYMQXdbBGI/AAAAAAAABLY/qHte1UbzPzk/s320/dor.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MAGOAS-ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Aerosmith in &lt;em&gt;'Hole in My Soul'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1522310520700118224?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1522310520700118224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/devolve-me-o-meu-sorriso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1522310520700118224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1522310520700118224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/devolve-me-o-meu-sorriso.html' title='Devolve-me o meu sorriso...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SuYMQXdbBGI/AAAAAAAABLY/qHte1UbzPzk/s72-c/dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-354309442912654858</id><published>2009-10-24T01:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:15:15.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero desistir... Não agora!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eis que quando estamos prestes a&amp;nbsp;DESISTIR DA NOSSA LUTA&amp;nbsp;surgem novas respostas, novos gestos, que nos indicam que o caminho é CONTINUAR A LUTAR... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já estava rendida, prostrada&amp;nbsp;com os joelhos no solo... Quando de repente alguém veio por trás, me deu a mão e me obrigou a levantar do chão... As suas palavras foram outras, mas soaram-me a: VÂNIA, LEVANTA-TE, NADA ESTÁ PERDIDO, EU ESTOU AQUI E QUERO QUE LUTES. SEMPRE ESTIVE AQUI, APENAS DE UMA FORMA DIFERENTE. NÃO QUERO QUE DESISTAS DE MIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu não quero desitir de ti, mas quantas vezes me obrigas a pensar em fazê-lo?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje percebi que este ainda não é o fim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-354309442912654858?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/354309442912654858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-quero-desistir-n.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/354309442912654858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/354309442912654858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-quero-desistir-n.html' title='Não quero desistir... Não agora!!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-6619931926323424922</id><published>2009-10-23T18:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:29:07.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give up the fight"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Quando já não sabemos se vale a pena lutar pelo que queremos... *Quando&amp;nbsp;nos roubaram o&amp;nbsp;ar&amp;nbsp;e sentimos que&amp;nbsp;estamos prestes a&amp;nbsp;sufocar... *Quando a dor ultrapassa o orgulho e só queriamos desaparecer... *Quando alguém nos partiu o coração e nos deixou em ruínas... *Quando chegamos ao fim e já não conseguimos controlar a situação... *Quando a nossa mente quebra o espírito da nossa alma... *Quando a nossa fé anda sobre vidros partidos... *Quando algo dentro do nosso coração está a morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se calhar nessa altura devemos desistir de lutar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - 21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLL23yzfGjk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6619931926323424922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-up-fight.html' title='&quot;Give up the fight&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8252431757049633293</id><published>2009-10-22T07:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:58:00.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>06h32m</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje às 06h32m "fez-se luz" e o buraco que se estava a apoderar&amp;nbsp;da mha alma&amp;nbsp;tornou-se um pouco mais pequeno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8252431757049633293?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8252431757049633293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/06h32m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8252431757049633293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8252431757049633293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/06h32m.html' title='06h32m'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3820349312860950114</id><published>2009-10-22T04:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:52:57.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's a Hole In My Soul"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim... tenho um enorme buraco na minha alma... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se algo não muda o mais rápido possível, esse buraco vai continuar a crescer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mais e mais e mais e mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7ilwczFsR8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7ilwczFsR8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Cause I'm blowin' out the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Take a walk outside your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tell me how it feels to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The one who turns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The knife inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There's a Hole In My Soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That's been killing me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's a place where a garden never grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There's a Hole In My Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah, I should have known better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm as dry as a seven year drought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got dust for tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah I'm all tapped out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Cause if it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And it's driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/4182062526987516689-3820349312860950114?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3820349312860950114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-hole-in-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3820349312860950114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3820349312860950114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-hole-in-my-soul.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s a Hole In My Soul&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5642782715656761934</id><published>2009-10-22T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:21:50.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é que eu tenho de me meter sempre com as pessoas erradas? Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é que&amp;nbsp;me meto&amp;nbsp;numa atrás da outra e nunca aprendo? Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é que eu sou demasiado tolerante e compreensiva com essas pessoas e elas só me sabem apunhalar pelas costas? Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é que essas pessoas&amp;nbsp;me deixam nesta espera interminável em vez de tomarem uma atitude decente e&amp;nbsp;me dizerem de uma vez por todas o que se está a passar? Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é que me envolvo demasiado nas coisas e depois quando quero sair e esquecer já não consigo? Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(.............................................................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque é que eu hoje quando olhei para trás e vi a tua cara não consegui abrir a boca para falar? Porquê??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque é que me magoas tanto em vez de acabar de uma vez por todas com este sofrimento?? Porquê??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Talvez hoje encerre aqui este assunto para sempre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Um assunto que já me trouxe tantos Sabores como Dissabores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5642782715656761934?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5642782715656761934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/porque.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5642782715656761934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5642782715656761934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/porque.html' title='Porquê?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4607227360638213837</id><published>2009-10-20T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:46:04.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez seja isso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será assim tão difícil as pessoas darem notícias para que não fiquemos preocupados e a fazer filmes (dignos de cinema) nas nossas cabecinhas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que custa assim tanto pegar no telemóvel e mandar uma msg??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mim não me custa nada, mas para certas pessoas o telemóvel deve ser uma batata quente nas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou então simplesmente não somos assim tão importantes para merecer a sua atenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois, talvez seja isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia deixo de ficar preocupada... Um dia não quero mais ser realizadora de filmes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4607227360638213837?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4607227360638213837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/talvez-seja-isso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4607227360638213837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4607227360638213837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/talvez-seja-isso.html' title='Talvez seja isso...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3670018724640650282</id><published>2009-10-19T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:51:54.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soma e Segue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho-me fartado de levar tiros. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto é Soma e Segue! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E enquanto der para&amp;nbsp; levantar e seguir em frente já não é mau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O pior vai ser quando já não for possível retirar as balas que ficarem cravadas no meu corpo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O pior vai ser quando eu começar a perder demasiado sangue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia... um dia não vai haver cirurgia que me salve!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou tão cansada/magoada de levar tiros das pessoas que mais gosto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3670018724640650282?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3670018724640650282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/soma-e-segue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3670018724640650282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3670018724640650282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/soma-e-segue.html' title='Soma e Segue!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1723422910824526703</id><published>2009-10-13T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:32:48.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias em que já&amp;nbsp;é tarde demais...&amp;nbsp;Há dias em que&amp;nbsp;já não faz sentido termos certas conversas...&amp;nbsp;Há dias em que vale mais continuar a adiar e a fugir...&amp;nbsp;Um dia, no presente,&amp;nbsp;isto acontece porque já não tinha de ser como nós tanto quisemos...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Um dia, no passado,&amp;nbsp;o que um sentia não&amp;nbsp;era suficiente para corresponder ao que o outro sentia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias, como hoje, que&amp;nbsp;mais valia ficarmos calados para não dizermos aquilo que não deviamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se calhar a música não é a mais adequada, mas ao menos dá a entender que às vezes é tarde demais, não para pedir desculpa, mas para outras coisas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologize - One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1723422910824526703?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1723422910824526703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1723422910824526703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1723422910824526703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s too late...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8585768124155827350</id><published>2009-10-10T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:12:50.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é só isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5h-gTYPGtdo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5h-gTYPGtdo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E VOU BOTAR FÉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUANDO A MINHA VONTADE É DESAPARECER DO MAPA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOU A FICAR PREOCUPADA... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUITO PREOCUPADA ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8585768124155827350?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8585768124155827350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-e-so-isto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8585768124155827350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8585768124155827350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-e-so-isto.html' title='Hoje é só isto...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2172943012947381396</id><published>2009-10-09T21:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:25:06.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dois anos que fazes parte de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há dois anos atrás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz hoje dois anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caramba, faltam-me as palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou será que não existem palavras suficientes para explicar o turbilhão que vai dentro de mim??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então faça-se silêncio e vamos simplesmente recordar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/05/parece-que-ainda-foi-ontem.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/05/tu-e-eu-e-eu-e-tu-sempre.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/05/cansada.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/07/ltima-vez-que-me-deito-nesta-cama-ltima.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/07/genrico-saw-after-effects.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/09/falta-apenas-um-dia.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2008/10/coiso.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudades.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-right-one-in.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/algumas-actualizacoes.html"&gt;Isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que fique bem claro que isto foi apenas uma amostra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMO-TE MONIQUE PARA SEMPRE &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(E que não se lembre de vir pra aí nenhum tipo comentar que acha muito bonito o nosso amor, mas que&amp;nbsp;estamos a viver em pecado e, como tal,&amp;nbsp;a ir contra as leis de Deus!! Loool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2172943012947381396?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2172943012947381396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-dois-anos-que-passaste-fazer-parte.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2172943012947381396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2172943012947381396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-dois-anos-que-passaste-fazer-parte.html' title='Há dois anos que fazes parte de mim...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-9152293856824316504</id><published>2009-10-08T21:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:11:02.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't wanna miss one smile"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não vou dizer nada, porque hoje&amp;nbsp;esta música vale mais do que mil palavras minhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aerosmith - &lt;em&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far away and dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, every moment spent with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying close to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just wanna stay with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I just wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stay here in this moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/4182062526987516689-9152293856824316504?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/9152293856824316504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-wanna-miss-one-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9152293856824316504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9152293856824316504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-wanna-miss-one-smile.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t wanna miss one smile&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1199300615256300439</id><published>2009-10-08T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:29:03.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que quem não vai ao BES não sabe mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já passaram 4 dias desde a última vez em que olhei nos teus olhos... Amanhã será o quinto... e depois o sexto... e se continuar assim, sinceramente não sei onde isto vai parar... E não me venham dizer que quatro dias não são nada, porque para mim já me soa a anos... Só quem está dentro das situações é que sabe... E quem vai ao BES é que sabe! (LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por acaso até nem vou ao BES, mas não é isso que me impede de saber e de avaliar as situações, certo??... "Cheira-me a esturro!!" Não?? Pronto, então se calhar são apenas devaneios da mha cabeça... E se calhar quem não vai ao BES não sabe mesmo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas dói carambas!! Dói porque&amp;nbsp;"a gente tem o costume de querer tirar da cabeça aquilo que está no coração"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1199300615256300439?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1199300615256300439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/sera-que-quem-nao-vai-ao-bes-nao-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1199300615256300439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1199300615256300439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/sera-que-quem-nao-vai-ao-bes-nao-sabe.html' title='Será que quem não vai ao BES não sabe mesmo?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-7307143604001443537</id><published>2009-10-07T05:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:48:49.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desespero de dor ou dor de desespero??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SswbUFH96wI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8J7cqQ41ntM/s1600-h/desespero3-full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SswbUFH96wI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8J7cqQ41ntM/s200/desespero3-full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que raivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... mas porque é que eu já tomei a porcaria do antibiótico há oito horas e não está a fazer efeito....... Estou é cada vez a ficar pior!!! E como se esta maldita dor de garganta já não bastasse, ainda tenho de aguentar com este silêncio. Não é o silêncio do que se passa em meu redor, porque está uma bruta de uma trovoada lá fora (:s). É o teu silêncio!! Uma mensagem será pedir muito???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definitivamente, estou a ficar paranóica!! O meu corpo não aguenta tanta dor!!! Quero ir para casa por favor e arrancar as amígdalas!! O meu estômago já se está a revoltar e se tivesse comido alguma coisa&amp;nbsp;bem sei como é que esta situação acabava: chamar o Gregório como é óbvio! Tenho as pernas a tremer, tenho a sensação que se me levantar da cadeira vou cair ali redonda no chão! Socorrooooooo! Alguem me ajude, antes que eu fique aqui inundada nas minhas próprias lágrimas... ;( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje mais uma vez tenho frio, muito frio... MAS PK&amp;nbsp;É QUE NÃO CHEGA NINGUEM PARA ME TIRAR ESTE FRIO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu ja nem pedia mais nada, só a minha caminha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-7307143604001443537?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/7307143604001443537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/desespero-de-dor-ou-dor-de-desespero.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7307143604001443537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7307143604001443537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/desespero-de-dor-ou-dor-de-desespero.html' title='Desespero de dor ou dor de desespero??'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SswbUFH96wI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8J7cqQ41ntM/s72-c/desespero3-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4581727088279098315</id><published>2009-10-06T00:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:47:57.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrer para o mundo nos teus braços...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsqE28IjwvI/AAAAAAAABLI/dut1uu3LgTw/s1600-h/ro%2520blog%2520abraco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsqE28IjwvI/AAAAAAAABLI/dut1uu3LgTw/s200/ro%2520blog%2520abraco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto-me um trapo velho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou doente até aos ossos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E dps há esta dor no peito pela falta que me fazes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso de ti... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso de te abraçar e ficar assim, mais nada... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morrer para o mundo nos teus braços... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esquecer tudo ao nosso redor e sermos apenas Eu e Tu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho frio, muito frio :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4581727088279098315?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4581727088279098315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/morrer-para-o-mundo-nos-teus-bracos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4581727088279098315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4581727088279098315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/morrer-para-o-mundo-nos-teus-bracos.html' title='Morrer para o mundo nos teus braços...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsqE28IjwvI/AAAAAAAABLI/dut1uu3LgTw/s72-c/ro%2520blog%2520abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3110019347872587797</id><published>2009-10-05T07:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:29:56.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje estava capaz de chegar a casa, deitar-me e dormir três dias seguidos... Dizia Schopenhauer que "O sono é para o indivíduo o mesmo que dar corda ao relógio"... Digamos então que o meu relógio está a precisar que lhe dêem muita corda xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje não existe em mim mais nada senão esta imensa vontade de dormir... Dormir como se não houvesse amanhã, como se não houvesse futuro e como se o passado nunca tivesse existido... O cansaço provoca destas coisas... Uma vontade de apagar e esquecer... Um relógio&amp;nbsp;parado, sem corda, pifado... Um relógio à beira da explosão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsmR3QYTgMI/AAAAAAAABLA/VPFW4gz14yM/s1600-h/salvador-dal%25C3%25AD-explosion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsmR3QYTgMI/AAAAAAAABLA/VPFW4gz14yM/s320/salvador-dal%25C3%25AD-explosion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Explosão do Relógio&lt;/em&gt; por &lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é só isto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3110019347872587797?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3110019347872587797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3110019347872587797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3110019347872587797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsmR3QYTgMI/AAAAAAAABLA/VPFW4gz14yM/s72-c/salvador-dal%25C3%25AD-explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-9136832246628313654</id><published>2009-09-30T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:40:45.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Há dias de manhã que uma pessoa à tarde não devia sair à noite!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsPQQ9g-FxI/AAAAAAAABK4/hVJ2YGAxQ8k/s1600-h/NINGU%25C3%2589M%2BCHORA%2BPOR%2BMIM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsPQQ9g-FxI/AAAAAAAABK4/hVJ2YGAxQ8k/s200/NINGU%25C3%2589M%2BCHORA%2BPOR%2BMIM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto então, deixa lá... às vezes é muito difícil compreender os outros, quando nós achamos que nós é que estamos certos e nem sequer queremos saber se podemos estar errados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só queria poder ir para casa chorar... aqui não é local mais apropriado... este sufoco está-me a esganar aos poucos.... Definitivamente: "Há dias de manhã que uma pessoa à tarde não devia sair à noite!" E hoje é um desses dias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perguntam-me como é que é possível "isto" ou "aquilo"... Também não sei a resposta a essas perguntas. Só sei que "O coração tem razões que a própria razão desconhece"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só queria poder gritar, gritar bem altoooooooooooooooo ou então correr, correr, correr sem destino.... Sem me importar de onde venho, nem para onde vou... Às vezes dá vontade de apagar para o mundo, esquecer quem somos e esquecer o que queremos... Porque secalhar o que queremos está errado e já nos causou danos suficientes... Porque secalhar não vai valer o esforço lutarmos pelo que queremos, porque isso implica perdermos algo que nos é bem mais valioso... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doi-me tudo... não é uma dor física... antes fosse, porque esta dor que tenho é interior e &amp;nbsp;magoa muito mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje só quero chegar a casa, cair na cama e chorar até adormecer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por favor não me batam mais, não me magoem... Deixei-me sonhar, deixem-me cometer os meus erros (se de facto o são) e aprender a lidar com eles (se for caso disso)... Deixem-me ser estúpida, ignorante, parva, ceguinha, porque enquanto sou isto tudo sou FELIZ!! E qdo bater com a cabeça e vir que afinal estava a ser estúpida, ignorante, parva e ceguinha, foi porque assim o quis... e até podem depois vir-me apontar o dedo e dizer-me: vês, eu disse-te... quem é que tinha razão?? Não me importo de admitir que eram vocês (se assim for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-9136832246628313654?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/9136832246628313654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-dias-de-manha-que-uma-pessoa-tarde.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9136832246628313654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/9136832246628313654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-dias-de-manha-que-uma-pessoa-tarde.html' title='&quot;Há dias de manhã que uma pessoa à tarde não devia sair à noite!&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsPQQ9g-FxI/AAAAAAAABK4/hVJ2YGAxQ8k/s72-c/NINGU%25C3%2589M%2BCHORA%2BPOR%2BMIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4565535195903754520</id><published>2009-09-29T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:20:37.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas que nos fazem sentir especiais...</title><content type='html'>Esta música não diz muito de mim, mas passou a ser &lt;strong&gt;tudo para mim&lt;/strong&gt;... E mais não digo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Gaga - Poker Face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6zweXTfUow&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6zweXTfUow&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4565535195903754520?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4565535195903754520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/musicas-que-nos-fazem-sentir-especiais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4565535195903754520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4565535195903754520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/musicas-que-nos-fazem-sentir-especiais.html' title='Músicas que nos fazem sentir especiais...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-605428904561310148</id><published>2009-09-28T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:02:40.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas na barriga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje se fosse ao hospital fazer uma radiografia certamente que a&amp;nbsp;mesma saíria assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsDbqXZORtI/AAAAAAAABKw/a7kbj-w36Q8/s1600-h/borboleta%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsDbqXZORtI/AAAAAAAABKw/a7kbj-w36Q8/s400/borboleta%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde ontem que não tenho apetite, será das borboletas??? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FAZES-ME BEM :) ME GUSTA DE TI LO MUCHO QUE ME GUSTAS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje tenho de concordar com o Enrique Iglesias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo8boag3jvI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo8boag3jvI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-605428904561310148?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/605428904561310148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/borboletas-na-barriga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/605428904561310148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/605428904561310148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/borboletas-na-barriga.html' title='Borboletas na barriga...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SsDbqXZORtI/AAAAAAAABKw/a7kbj-w36Q8/s72-c/borboleta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-6650934692698254411</id><published>2009-09-24T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:33:37.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"You said you'd be there for me..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é uma daquelas músicas que não me canso de ouvir :) E porque acho que merece a pena ser ouvida por&amp;nbsp;todos vocês&amp;nbsp;aqui fica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSNemCqbQMQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSNemCqbQMQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nneka - Heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You said you'd be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In times of trouble when I need you and I'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And likewise you need friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's from my side pure love but I see lately things have been changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You have goals to achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But the roads you take are broad are heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That wants you make another way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You throw stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you see that I am human I am breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But you don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you see the pain you're causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you see the pain you're causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blood blood blood.... blood is rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And now the world is asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How will you ever wake her up when she is deep in her dreams, wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And yet so many die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And still we think that it is all about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You sold your soul to the evil and the lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and the passion and the money and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;See the same ones die, people hunger for decades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;suffer under civilized armedrobbers, modern slaveholders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you see the pain you're causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you see the pain you're causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blood blood blood.... keeps rushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Evaded, eliminated, erased, interrogated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our tradition, our love for our fellow countrymen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;our property, our resources - our pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no no no....you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel the pain you're causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel my heart is beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you feel the pain you're causing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-6650934692698254411?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/6650934692698254411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-said-youd-be-there-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6650934692698254411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6650934692698254411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-said-youd-be-there-for-me.html' title='&quot;You said you&apos;d be there for me...&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5360918434613191206</id><published>2009-09-22T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:43:03.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Este sim, merece a pena olhar pra ele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E como o (dis)sabores estava a precisar urgentemente de ser desinfectado, devido ao post anterior, aqui fica a minha versão preferida, com Gerard Butler (curiosamente um dos meus actores preferidos) no papel de Fantasma da Ópera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrjR5jNe9cI/AAAAAAAAA68/W8941CApmUg/s1600-h/ATgAAAB9iv_Z74GbQD5jvVhFS3v2uXaES5p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrjR5jNe9cI/AAAAAAAAA68/W8941CApmUg/s400/ATgAAAB9iv_Z74GbQD5jvVhFS3v2uXaES5p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Com um fantasma destes, se eu fosse a Christine mandava o Visconde dar uma&amp;nbsp;volta ao bilhar grande a ver se eu lá estava&amp;nbsp;LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte da Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/Gerard%20Butler%20no%20papel%20de%20Fantasma%20da%20%2525C3%2525B3pera/Gerrymaniacas/POTO/ATgAAAB9iv_Z74GbQD5jvVhFS3v2uXaES5p.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5360918434613191206?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5360918434613191206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/este-sim-merece-pena-olhar-pra-ele.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5360918434613191206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5360918434613191206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/este-sim-merece-pena-olhar-pra-ele.html' title='Este sim, merece a pena olhar pra ele...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrjR5jNe9cI/AAAAAAAAA68/W8941CApmUg/s72-c/ATgAAAB9iv_Z74GbQD5jvVhFS3v2uXaES5p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2211896892792939293</id><published>2009-09-22T14:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:45:45.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há máscara que o salve...</title><content type='html'>Andava eu na minha pesquisa pela net, quando súbitamente me aparece isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrjKLnH8N_I/AAAAAAAAA60/wT5FHxtCsbU/s1600-h/0%2BFantasma%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrjKLnH8N_I/AAAAAAAAA60/wT5FHxtCsbU/s320/0%2BFantasma%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como esta é uma imagem digna de ataque cardíaco para as pessoas mais sensíveis, suscitou a minha curiosidade e fui ver do que se tratava. Pois bem, este é actor Lon Chaney (1883-1930)&amp;nbsp;- coisa que eu nunca seria capaz descobrir, porque está completamente desfigurado -&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;papel de fantasma da ópera,&amp;nbsp;no filme com o mesmo nome, versão realizada&amp;nbsp;pelo realizador Robert Julien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é minha gente, admirados com esta fantasma?? Ok, então agora já podem fechar a boca! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só vos digo, com este nem ON THE GROUND quanto mais UNDERGROUND; este nem de perfil, nem ao longe, nem com um saco na cabeça e muito menos com a luz apagada!! LOL Porque este nem quando estava a dormir devia ser boa pessoa!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. : Em tantas versões de Fantasmas da Ópera, este foi o único que não tinha máscara! E eu já sei porquê: porque com máscara ou sem máscara &lt;strike&gt;a merda&lt;/strike&gt; o efeito é o mesmo! Não há máscara que o salve!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte da Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nTAyN_SYUSc/SW907G5ym_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OE13JeNPyD8/s320/0%2BFantasma%2Bda%2B%C3%93pera.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://programacinemafalado.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-curioso-caso-de-benjamim-button-o.html&amp;amp;usg=__GpQDi5nsKaQyITKpJwgHvRX32Bk=&amp;amp;h=320&amp;amp;w=255&amp;amp;sz=23&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;tbnid=NtvR3oMMgR3kFM:&amp;amp;tbnh=118&amp;amp;tbnw=94&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DLon%2BChaney%2BFantasma%2Bda%2B%25C3%25B3pera%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cinema Falado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2211896892792939293?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2211896892792939293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-ha-mascara-que-o-salve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2211896892792939293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2211896892792939293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-ha-mascara-que-o-salve.html' title='Não há máscara que o salve...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrjKLnH8N_I/AAAAAAAAA60/wT5FHxtCsbU/s72-c/0%2BFantasma%2Bda%2B%25C3%2593pera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-7109761374468594747</id><published>2009-09-22T09:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:07:42.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Background :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que já todos estavam habituados ao meu novo/velho background... A questão é que não funcionava lá muito bem, pois sempre que a página do servidor estava inactiva não havia background e quem visitasse o meu blog simplesmente não via nada :s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como se costuma dizer: "não vai a bem, vai a mal"... Logo, decidi mudar de background mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei sei... aquele background até era bem bonito... mas pra ser sincera até gosto mais deste e espero que vocês também ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-7109761374468594747?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/7109761374468594747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo-background.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7109761374468594747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7109761374468594747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo-background.html' title='Novo Background :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4732440331585393532</id><published>2009-09-21T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:49:57.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece que os anjos vêm para ficar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde a semana passada, em que se deu aquela animada conversa sobre vampiros tão lindos que até parecem anjos, que estes me andam a perseguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeiro encontro uma imagem de Edward com asinhas e agora querem substituir os meus queridos vampiros por anjos??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para perceberem melhor leiam &lt;a href="http://loveavampirevs.blogspot.com/2009/09/literatura-de-vampiros-sera-substituida.html"&gt;este post&lt;/a&gt; no meu In Love With a Vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz-me lembrar aquela situação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Existe um assunto do qual nunca falamos ou que desconhecemos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Um dia falamos nele e/ou ficamos a conhecê-lo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- A partir desse dia parece que o assunto está em todo lado e que afinal eramos apenas&amp;nbsp;nós próprios&amp;nbsp;que não o conheciamos ou que nunca tinhamos pensado nele;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca vos aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E isto dos vampiros e dos anjos é um destes casos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Nunca me havia ocorrido que de facto o Edward parecesse um anjo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Um dia a mha Sandrinha faz essa comparação;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- No dia seguinte aparece-me uma imagem do Edward com asas de anjo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Passado outro dia já se fala em substituir vampiros por anjos (e até se chega mesmo a compará-los);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até estou com medo do que virá a seguir... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4732440331585393532?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4732440331585393532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/parece-que-os-anjos-vem-para-ficar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4732440331585393532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4732440331585393532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/parece-que-os-anjos-vem-para-ficar.html' title='Parece que os anjos vêm para ficar...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2624608401123103100</id><published>2009-09-20T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:18:21.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ele é tão lindo que até parece um anjo" xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta imagem vem a propósito do post de ontem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrYA7HS6YAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/AJ-BMKx_MDI/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrYA7HS6YAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/AJ-BMKx_MDI/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;E não é que as asas até lhe ficam bem?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte da Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set%3F.out%3Djpg%26id%3DGqc4lbE53hGYKJKI15xNxg%26size%3Dl&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.polyvore.com/twilight_lt_234_gt/collection%3Fid%3D150776&amp;amp;usg=__rsZT9dO_2RO2pQKqlsejaPOMP0M=&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=26&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=91&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=QtvJNV2RXDOLTM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DBreaking%2BDawn%2Bfanart%26ndsp%3D21%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DN%26start%3D84%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;polyvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2624608401123103100?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2624608401123103100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ele-e-tao-lindo-que-ate-parece-um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2624608401123103100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2624608401123103100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/ele-e-tao-lindo-que-ate-parece-um-anjo.html' title='&quot;Ele é tão lindo que até parece um anjo&quot; xD'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SrYA7HS6YAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/AJ-BMKx_MDI/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1871554908246182252</id><published>2009-09-19T21:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:02:14.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordar é viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Férias passadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regresso ao trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um adeus à mha querida cidade Braga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E um Olá à mha linda Bila Real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica este vazio, este buraco no peito sempre que tenho de te dizer adeus mha Sandrinha, mas ficam também outras coisas que&amp;nbsp;passo a citar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"I believe I can &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;all&amp;nbsp;on the &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;loor, &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;dx no &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;im!" xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Se eu já tenho medo de cair ao chão que fará UNDERGROUND! Porisso, tenho um bocado de medo, porque ele mora nas masmorras!" xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Sandrinha, ladra aí"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Eu não sei ladrar, empresta-me aí o teu focinho" LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Daqui a pouco vou-te filmar Baahnia. Havias de ver a cara que tu fazes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"E a que tu fazes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"É pior do que a tua" LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Olha, o Edward está aqui!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Onde anda?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Eu estou aqui, aqui... pra te dizer...lalala" Vês até&amp;nbsp;já canta e tudo! e daqui a pouco vai começar:&amp;nbsp;'Angel of music'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Se fosse&amp;nbsp;'vampire of muisc'... agr cá 'Angel of music'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Ai, é verdade... mas ele é tão lindo que parece um anjo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"É lindo em todos os sentidos não é?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Em todos os sentidos, mas tirava-lhe as lentes! Não, mandava-o fechar os olhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Não, aqueles olhos assim cor de mel são bonitos, diz lá..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Eu preferia que ele tapasse os olhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Pronto, tapavas-lhe a cabeça...c um saco... já fazias melhor o serviço"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"És tão estuuuupiiidaaaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Ainda vais parar UNDERGROUND"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Só se for às masmorras com o fantasma da ópera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Com esse eu ia pro UNDERGROUND... mas a esse é que eu metia um saco na cabeça" LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Esse só mesmo com a mascara ou com um saco na cabeça"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Ya, dizer: Eu a ti&amp;nbsp;só gosto de te ver de perfil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"E de preferência do lado esquerdo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Não, e de preferência ao longe e com a luz apagada" LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Porque tu até es boa pessoa qdo estás a dormir"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-"Oh Vânia, sabes que tu também es boa pessoa qdo estás a dormir... eu nunca te vi acordada" LOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem e por hoje já chega... Volto amanhã com as várias formas de suicídio xD xD LOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1871554908246182252?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1871554908246182252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/recordar-e-viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1871554908246182252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1871554908246182252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/recordar-e-viver.html' title='Recordar é viver...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-7714940749815703563</id><published>2009-09-07T02:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:55:05.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Straight through my heart"</title><content type='html'>Estava a passar agora na rádio e lembrei-me que ainda não falei aqui dela :)&lt;br /&gt;Este é o novo single dos Back! E é uma das músicas que eu vou ouvir ao vivo no dia 30 de Outubro :) É lindaaaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMfKvnW_kx8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMfKvnW_kx8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys - Straight through my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"In the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When it's dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I heard the loudest noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A gunshot on the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ohhhh Ohhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I looked down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And my shirt's turning red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm spinning around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Felt her lips on my neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And her voice in my ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like I missed you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;want you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Straight through my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A single bullet got me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't stop the bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ohhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Straight through my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She aimed and she shot me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just can't believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ohhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No I can't resist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I can't be hit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just can't escape this love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Straight through my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soldier down(my heart) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soldier down(my heart) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thought I moved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More than on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thought I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fool her charm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I really wanna go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I can't leave her alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ohhhh ohhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hear the sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of a love so loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just can't, I just can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ignore this feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Said she misses me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And she wants me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wants me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When its dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I heard the loudest noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A gunshot on the floor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-7714940749815703563?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/7714940749815703563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/straight-through-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7714940749815703563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/7714940749815703563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/09/straight-through-my-heart.html' title='&quot;Straight through my heart&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1535243678274987638</id><published>2009-08-25T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:13:10.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas actualizações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olaaaaaaaa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por favor não me batam xD Eu sei que não tenho dado muita atenção ao (Dis)sabores, mas quando resolvemos empenhar-nos a serio em algo temos de dar tudo de nós. Como sabem (&lt;strike&gt;e se não sabem ficam a saber&lt;/strike&gt;) estou a transformar o meu In Love With a Vampire num site noticioso a sério (&lt;strike&gt;à grande e à francesa. lol&lt;/strike&gt;) e isso tem-me roubado muito tempo. E quem é que sofre? O (Dis)sabores claro. Quando a cabeça não tem juízo o (Dis)sabores é que sofre. &lt;strike&gt;Ah, e a tese também, mas isso ninguem pode saber. Pelo andar da carruagem&amp;nbsp;pró ano cá estaremos pra fazer mais tese. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há uma coisa, que já tenho ha muuuuuiiiiitooooo tempo,&amp;nbsp;que vos quero mostrar, mas que me tenho esquecido:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SpQMBCZIWdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MY70H3N9JOg/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SpQMBCZIWdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MY70H3N9JOg/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que é isto?! Ora então não se vê logo? É o meu bilhete para o concerto dos Backstreet Boys, dia 30 de Outubro, no Pavilhão Atlântico. Finalmente vou realizar o meu sonho de criança :) :) E queria agradecer à minha Monique porque se não fosse ela a alertar-me pra este grande acontecimento eu "ia a andar a dormir" e não ia saber de nada. Sei que não temos falado muito, mas todos os dias me lembro de ti e estarás para sempre no meu coração. Amo-te marida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois pra ti Sandrinha, que me deste esta ideia de mostrar a toda a gente como estou feliz com este meu bilhete, acho que ainda me estás a dever uma visita aqui à Bila xD Lobe u gémea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E por fim, só mais um aviso: Vou mudar o Background do Blog, é que já estou cansada deste ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até à proxima :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1535243678274987638?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1535243678274987638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/algumas-actualizacoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1535243678274987638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1535243678274987638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/algumas-actualizacoes.html' title='Algumas actualizações...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SpQMBCZIWdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/MY70H3N9JOg/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-339639541442832904</id><published>2009-08-16T20:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:46:43.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um animal qualquer que não tem um pingo de respeito por ninguém: "Estou na situação X."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: "Nesse caso, os nossos procedimentos são A."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo animal que não tem um pingo de respeito por ninguém: "Não concordo, porque tal tal e tal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: "Então pode sempre optar pela hipótese B".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo animal que não tem um pingo de respeito por ninguém: "Também não concordo, porque tal, tal e tal (começa a levantar a voz e com insultos) mas tire-me da situação X".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu (penso): "Então vá pro Diabo que o carregue e vá chatear e insultar a sua tia. E nunca, mas nunca me apareça à frente, se não eu esgano-o com as minhas próprias mãos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu (acabo por dizer): "Peço desculpa, mas se não concorda não posso fazer nada. Muito boa tarde."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, e já me estragou o dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-339639541442832904?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/339639541442832904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/339639541442832904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/339639541442832904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4319067717007434388</id><published>2009-08-11T05:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:25:45.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de uma espécie de férias estou de volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São 05h53. Estou no trabalho. Está a ser extremamente difícil manter os olhos abertos. Alguém tem uns palitos para eu os obrigar a ficarem abertos?? Provavelmente se tivessem, também não mos viriam trazer. Porisso, passemos à frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que já há algum tempo não venho aqui... Inicialmente andava sem paciência para fazer seja o que fosse... depois... Depois tirei umas mini-férias de 4 dias que começaram na praia da Figueira da Foz (2 dias), passaram pelo torneio EusebioCup, disputado pelo Benfica-ACMilan, no estádio da Luz (1º dia em Lisboa), e terminaram no Oceanário (2º dia em Lisboa). Tudo isto para dizer que não levei o portátil comigo e que, como tal, tive sem acesso à net. Desliguei por completo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... Nestes meus dias de ausência pensei... pensei muito... E decidi que vou mesmo para Londres... Este ano já não... Mas para o ano este é um ponto que está na minha lista de prioridades... Estou a precisar de mudar de ares e Londres parece-me uma boa escolha... Talvez um curso de inglês intensivo... Talvez um curso numa escola de cinema... Não sei... Estou na fase de preparação e pesquisa... e ainda me falta terminar a tese, que ainda só vai a meio e tem de ser entregue até ao fim do mês e que, sinceramente, ando sem a mínima paciência para olhar pra ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora... Agora o que eu queria mesmo era uma caminha pra dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4319067717007434388?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4319067717007434388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/depois-de-uma-especie-de-ferias-estou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4319067717007434388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4319067717007434388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/08/depois-de-uma-especie-de-ferias-estou.html' title='Depois de uma espécie de férias estou de volta'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3751570986384528205</id><published>2009-07-23T15:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:55:11.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser Trailer: "Alice no País das Maravilhas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olá Olá :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho só dizer a todos os fanáticos de Tim Burton (como eu) e mesmo aos menos fanáticos (que possam estar interessados) que já podem ver o Teaser Trailer do filme &lt;em&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;/em&gt; aqui: &lt;a href="http://teaser-trailer.com/2009/06/tim-burtons-alice-in-wonderland-movie.html"&gt;Teaser-Trailer.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3751570986384528205?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3751570986384528205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/teaser-trailer-alice-no-pais-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3751570986384528205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3751570986384528205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/teaser-trailer-alice-no-pais-das.html' title='Teaser Trailer: &quot;Alice no País das Maravilhas&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-548462131833875286</id><published>2009-07-18T22:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:14:53.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs "pálida dos olhos" (actualização)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu juro que nunca mais vou ver aquele video (e pra que fique bem claro não estou a falar do videoclip das pussicat dolls)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para meu próprio bem é melhor nunca mais abrir o youtube para tal efeito xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que pode-me dar umas tendências de querer saltar pra dentro do monitor e posso-me magoar a sério!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se sou capaz de me privar daquelas imagens e ainda por cima aliadas àquela música! Ui Ui!! Dá mesmo vontade de ir lá e...... ups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse o ke?? Nunca mais?? Eu jurei?? Hmmmmm... Não sei se juro, mas pelo menos vou tentar o k já é um bom começo! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-548462131833875286?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/548462131833875286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/mrs-palida-dos-olhos-actualizacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/548462131833875286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/548462131833875286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/mrs-palida-dos-olhos-actualizacao.html' title='Mrs &quot;pálida dos olhos&quot; (actualização)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-8007868716372252362</id><published>2009-07-16T04:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:09:17.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Postas de Pescada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deitei-me à meia noite. Neste momento são 4h32. Feitos os cálculos isto siginifica que estou há mais de 4 horas e meia na cama sem conseguir dormir. E como está mais que visto que não há meio de adormecer decidi vir aqui mandar umas postas de pescada. E quem não gostar de pescada tape o nariz e feche a boca xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de vos falar de um assunto, mas antes de começar quero dizer que ponderei bem se haveria de falar nele aqui ou no meu outro cantinho. Decidi fazê-lo aqui. Porquê? Ora, aí está uma boa pergunta! Acho que foi porque não consegui chegar a um consenso. E quando não conseguimos decidir, o que é que se faz? Escreve-se uns bitaites no (Dis)sabores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O assunto:&lt;br /&gt;Hoje andei todo o dia furiosa e mal disposta! Quer dizer, não posso dizer todo o dia porque deitei-me eram 8h da manhã e so acordei as 16h. Pronto, adiante. Levantei-me furiosa às 16h, porque tive um sonho ou será melhor dizer um mini pesadelo? Não interessa. Sonhei que o Robert Pattinson estava em Portugal, mais concretamente em Lisboa e que eu não tinha sabido de nada. (Como se isso fosse possível. Não faço mais nada em todo o dia se não andar atenta a tudo que diga respeito a RPatz.) Bem, o que é certo é que nesse sonho eu ligava a TV e via umas imagens do Rob. E eu: Porreiro ;) Deve estar a dar uma reportagem sobre ele, ainda bem que liguei a TV a tempo. Começo a escutar os comentadores e apercebo-me que não é nada disso. Tratava-se de uma emissão especial a dizer que o Robert Pattinson estava em Lisboa (já nem sei pra quê). Oh pa, como eu mal-disse a minha vida! Só me apetecia destruir o televisor! E então ver akelas gajas lá todas aos saltinhos e a guinchar também não ajudou em nada. Só me apetecia apanhar um TGV (se ao menos existisse) para lhes partir a boca, porque elas estavam lá e eu não, porque elas iam ter um autógrafo e eu não, porque elas iam ter oprtunidade de falar com ele e eu não, porque existiam sérias probabilidades de ele se apaixonar por uma delas e não por mim xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Sofri, mas o facto de acordar não ajudou muito. Andei a mil o resto do dia e só pra verem como perdi a cabeça, abri os armários todos e comecei a arrumar tudo e a deitar fora o que já não fazia falta. Uma espécie de limpeza geral para descarregar o stress e as energias negativas. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto não fica por aqui. É que ando há que tempos à espera que saiam os filmes "The Bad Mother's Handbook" e "The Haunted Airman" em DVD aqui em Portugal e a medir pelo tempo isso nunca vai acontecer. Grrrrrrrrr. Ao menos que lancem o "Little Ashes" o mais rápido possível!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, e chegando ao fim da exposição do meu infortúnio continuo sem pinga de sono. Será que se contar carneirinhos resulta?!!! Ai não, acho que já sei: vou contar ovelhas estúpidas e leões doentios e masoquistas! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyjay...&lt;br /&gt;Tradução: Té já!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-8007868716372252362?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/8007868716372252362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/postas-de-pescada.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8007868716372252362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/8007868716372252362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/postas-de-pescada.html' title='&quot;Postas de Pescada&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5964467311591355380</id><published>2009-07-15T06:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:22:42.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs "pálida dos olhos" xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia dia perco a cabeça... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então tenho uma ataque de coração... LOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou faço uma viagem até Londres... LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor ainda: fico pra lá a viver... LOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E caso-me por lá com alguém que me anda a tirar do sério... LOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dps hei-de chamar-me Mrs "qualquer coisa" (não é bem Mrs "qualquer coisa" mas Mrs "aquela coisa")... LOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dps? E dps está-se-me aqui a subir uns calores à cabeça que já ando a ficar paranóica e pálida dos olhos! LOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais? Podia dizer que isto são efeitos de estar sem dormir já toda a noite (e aí ficava mais aliviada porque tinha uma descupla), mas não é (e portanto não há desculpas) LOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não estou bêbada. Podia até estar, mas estou no trabalho e tenho de me portar bem (ou não)LOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Bem, um dia ajudo-te a tirar a gravata... ou a desapertar o botão (não vou dizer de kê)... LOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia juro que tombo pró lado (e nem é preciso que me apareças à frente)... LOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, até podia dizer ao que se deve este post para ter pelo menos uma justificação para esta minha insanidade mental matinal, mas não o vou fazer... Talvez um dia... LOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também não vos vou tirar tudo... Deixo-vos ao menos a música xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pussicat Dolls - &lt;em&gt;Buttons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOEC2jWXqOY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOEC2jWXqOY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical&lt;br /&gt;Hardly the type I fall for&lt;br /&gt;I like when the physical&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me asking for more&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sexy mama (mama)&lt;br /&gt;Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna)&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do is spring this on you (on you)&lt;br /&gt;Back up all of the things that I told you (told you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been saying all the right things all night long&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see? (see)&lt;br /&gt;How these clothes are fitting on me (me)&lt;br /&gt;And the heat coming from this beat (beat)&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to blow&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're a big boy&lt;br /&gt;But I can't agree&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the love you said you had&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been put on me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder (wonder)&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just too much for you&lt;br /&gt;Wonder (wonder)&lt;br /&gt;If my kiss don't make you just&lt;br /&gt;Wonder (wonder)&lt;br /&gt;What I got next for you&lt;br /&gt;What you want to do? (do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours&lt;br /&gt;I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can't you see? (see)&lt;br /&gt;How these clothes are fitting on me (me)&lt;br /&gt;And the heat coming from this beat (beat)&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to blow&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But you keep fronting (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe&lt;br /&gt;Baby, won't you loosen up my buttons babe?&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up my buttons babe"&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/4182062526987516689-5964467311591355380?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5964467311591355380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/mrs-palida-dos-olhos-xd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5964467311591355380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5964467311591355380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/mrs-palida-dos-olhos-xd.html' title='Mrs &quot;pálida dos olhos&quot; xD'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4499822610100555655</id><published>2009-07-07T21:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:53:47.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"The 30-Second Bunnies Theatre Library"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olá pessoal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SlOz12tGd7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1Br_Hwwodjo/s1600-h/1419903_311020.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822119672772530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SlOz12tGd7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1Br_Hwwodjo/s200/1419903_311020.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho só dar-vos conhecimento deste blogue: &lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/"&gt;Angry Alien Productions&lt;/a&gt;, no qual podem encontrar umas paródias bem engraçadas de diferentes filmes. Através do recurso a animações, onde as personagens dos filmes são substituidas por coelhinhos, estes autores conseguem uma forma bastante criativa de recriar a história dos diferentes filmes em apenas 30 segundos. Muuuiitooo booom. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devem perder alguns segundos, minutos, horas ou até dias, meses e porque não anos da vossa vida para visitar este blogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A colecção de paródias chama-se "The 30-Second Bunnies Theatre Library" e nela podem encontrar paródias de filmes como &lt;em&gt;30 dias de Noite, Brokeback Mountain, O Exorcista, Crepúsculo, Harry Potter, Kill Bill, Parque Jurassico, King Kong, Tubarão, Piratas das Caraíbas, Saw, Homem Aranha&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;A Marcha dos Pinguins, Guerra dos Mundos&lt;/em&gt; e muitos muitos outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ignorem este post! A sério! As paródias são meeeeesmoooooo muitoooo boooaasss xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4499822610100555655?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4499822610100555655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/30-second-bunnies-theatre-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4499822610100555655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4499822610100555655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/07/30-second-bunnies-theatre-library.html' title='&quot;The 30-Second Bunnies Theatre Library&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SlOz12tGd7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1Br_Hwwodjo/s72-c/1419903_311020.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-4484229837341026922</id><published>2009-06-26T15:41:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:58:29.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Michael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em choque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SkT_w1coVpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s7zYe4g8LTI/s1600-h/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351683471668958866" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SkT_w1coVpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s7zYe4g8LTI/s200/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 149px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem estava eu na minha caminha. Tinha terminado de ler o livro &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; pela segunda vez e preparava-me para dormir, quando subitamente olhei para a televisão que ainda estava ligada e aprecebi-me que a programação tinha sido interrompida drasticamente para introduzir uma notícia de última hora: A morte de Michael Jackson. Entrei em choque! Comecei a tremer e não podia acreditar. O coração prestes a saltar pela garganta. Perguntam vocês porquê?! Pois é, isso é facto para o qual nem eu arranjo resposta, até porque era uma figura pública que me passava completamente ao lado e eu nem sequer gostava muito da sua postura e de muitas coisas em que se viu envolvido. Como músico e dançarino, sim, era espectacular e isso qualquer pessoa tem de admitir. Bem, a verdade é que estou num estado tal que a notícia continua a dar voltas na minha cabeça e não me dá sossego. Parece tudo tão irreal!! Como é que o Michael Jackson pode estar morto?!! Acho que passamos a vida a criar a ilusão de que as pessoas como Michael Jackson são imortais! Não as conseguimos ver a morrer e se calhar é isso que provoca o choque, mesmo que não sejam assim pessoas tão marcantes para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é caso para dizer: Vânia acorda! Os famosos também morrem, não são só &lt;strike&gt;as pessoas vulgares&lt;/strike&gt; (correcção: as pessoas com quem lidas no dia-a-dia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi, sem dúvida, uma grande perda para o mundo da música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-4484229837341026922?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/4484229837341026922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeus-michael.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4484229837341026922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/4484229837341026922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeus-michael.html' title='Adeus Michael...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SkT_w1coVpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s7zYe4g8LTI/s72-c/MichaelJacksonDancando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3176919125086750214</id><published>2009-06-26T15:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:07:42.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cérebro feminino, masculino ou misto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encontrei uma notícia sobre uma pesquisa que está a ser realizada por uma neuropsicologista da Universidade de Oxford, na Inglaterra, bem interessante e curiosa!! Segundo Anne Moir "o cérebro humano pode ser feminino ou masculino independentemente do sexo biológico de uma pessoa". Quem estiver interessado em saber mais pormenores sobre este estudo pode ler &lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Revista/Epoca/0,,EMI65446-15224,00-QUAL+E+O+SEXO+DO+SEU+CEREBRO.html"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;a notícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neuropsicologista criou um teste que tem uma escala de 1 a 20, correspondeno o número 1 ao cérebro mais masculino que existe e o número 20 ao cérebro mais feminino, sendo que o número 10 é considerado um cérebro misto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SkTclV0WAPI/AAAAAAAAANs/wN6ShiCsiDs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351644791292952818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SkTclV0WAPI/AAAAAAAAANs/wN6ShiCsiDs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz o teste e o meu resultado foi 13, o que significa que o meu cérebro é feminino. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o vosso cérebro é feminino, masculino ou nenhum dos dois? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem interessante este artigo, vale a pena darem uma vista de olhos e fazerem o teste ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3176919125086750214?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3176919125086750214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/cerebro-feminino-masculino-ou-misto.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3176919125086750214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3176919125086750214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/cerebro-feminino-masculino-ou-misto.html' title='Cérebro feminino, masculino ou misto?'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SkTclV0WAPI/AAAAAAAAANs/wN6ShiCsiDs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3755110257906058360</id><published>2009-06-25T17:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:18:31.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gone (and we dance)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh pah adoro esta música dos Lulla Bye!! :) Sei que a letra é da autoria do actor americano John Hawkes, o meu grande problema é que não a consigo encontrar em lado nenhum :s Jaaaaa meeeee estouuuuu a paaaassssaaaar!!! Bem, fica ao menos o video clip da música, onde entra o próprio actor John Hawkes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRJ2wHxpypc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRJ2wHxpypc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-3755110257906058360?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3755110257906058360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-and-we-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3755110257906058360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3755110257906058360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-and-we-dance.html' title='&quot;Gone (and we dance)&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5043229584777975763</id><published>2009-06-19T21:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:20:22.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rádio Comercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem ainda não reparou (o que é dificil, pois mal entram a música começa a tocar :P), coloquei ali no cantinho a minha estação de rádio favorita ;)... RÁDIO COMERCIAL o meu vício puro e saudável :) Manhã, tarde, noite, madrugada... seja no trabalho ou em casa... estou sempre na companhia da rádio comercial!!! É caso para dizer que quem lhe toma o gosto não consegue mais parar. Já para não falar que todos os dias vou votar no TNT - Todos no Top, para que passem as minhas músicas preferidas xD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a sugestão: para quem gostar de boa música, de boa informação e de locutores simpáticos que nos fazem rir (por vezes às gargalhadas) ouçam RÁDIO COMERCIAL ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5043229584777975763?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5043229584777975763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/radio-comercial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5043229584777975763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5043229584777975763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/radio-comercial.html' title='Rádio Comercial'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3671819038200306726</id><published>2009-06-01T13:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:49:17.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SiPNpKyV73I/AAAAAAAAANE/s0zoeFRFJUo/s1600-h/UmSorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342339690145378162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SiPNpKyV73I/AAAAAAAAANE/s0zoeFRFJUo/s200/UmSorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste dia da Criança, em homenagem a todas as crianças do mundo, mas também à criança que existe dentro de todos nós, deixo-vos com esta reflexão de Eugénio de Andrade. Não vou comentar porque esta reflexão já fala por si só e não seria possível encontrar nada mais verdadeiro quando nos referimos à criança e àquilo que ela representa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se há na terra um reino que nos seja familiar e ao mesmo tempo estranho, fechado nos seus limites e simultaneamente sem fronteiras, esse reino é o da infância. A esse país inocente, donde se é expulso sempre demasiado cedo, apenas se regressa em momentos privilegiados — a tais regressos se chama, às vezes, poesia. Essa espécie de terra mítica é habitada por seres de uma tão grande formosura que os anjos tiveram neles o seu modelo, e foi às crianças, como todos sabem pelos evangelhos, que foi prometido o Paraíso. A sedução das crianças provém, antes de mais, da sua proximidade com os animais — a sua relação com o mundo não é a da utilidade, mas a do prazer. Elas não conhecem ainda os dois grandes inimigos da alma, que são, como disse Saint-Exupéry, o dinheiro e a vaidade. Estas frágeis criaturas, as únicas desde a origem destinadas à imortalidade, são também as mais vulneráveis — elas têm o peito aberto às maravilhas do mundo, mas estão sem defesa para a bestialidade humana que, apesar de tanta tecnologia de ponta, não diminui nem se extingue. O sofrimento de uma criança é de uma ordem tão monstruosa que, frequentemente, é usado como argumento para a negação da bondade divina. Não, não há salvação para quem faça sofrer uma criança, que isto se grave indelevelmente nos vossos espíritos. O simples facto de consentirmos que milhões e milhões de crianças padeçam fome, e reguem com as suas lágrimas a terra onde terão ainda de lutar um dia pela justiça e pela liberdade, prova bem que não somos filhos de Deus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade, in &lt;em&gt;Rosto Precário&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/4182062526987516689-3671819038200306726?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3671819038200306726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-da-crianca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3671819038200306726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3671819038200306726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-da-crianca.html' title='Dia Mundial da Criança'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SiPNpKyV73I/AAAAAAAAANE/s0zoeFRFJUo/s72-c/UmSorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5703128820208788449</id><published>2009-05-28T16:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:50:29.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let The Right One In"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi a minha Monique que me fez a sugestão hoje logo de manhã e eu vim aqui para deixar a sugestão para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com estreia hoje nos cinemas, &lt;em&gt;Deixa-me Entrar &lt;/em&gt;ou &lt;em&gt;Let The Right One In&lt;/em&gt;, realizado pelo sueco Thomas Alfredson, conta a história de amizade e amor entre um rapaz e uma vampira adolescentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo os críticos: &lt;em&gt;"Esqueçam Crepúsculo, por mais qualidades que tenha. Deixa-me Entrar é que é o verdadeiro teenage vampire movie. Entre uma trinca no pescoço e uma combustão por exposição ao sol matinal, Alfredson filma não só as confusões, as dores e as descobertas da pré-adolescência, como também os inconvenientes de se ser uma vampira na pré-adolescência, de querer ter um namorado normal e ouvir música pop/rock, mas ao mesmo tempo não poder ingerir nem um simples rebuçado, e sentir um insaciável apetite por sangue. Coisa pouco recomendável, quando o namorado está ao pé e se corta numa faca. Será mesmo possível haver confiança de um lado, e controlo do outro?"&lt;/em&gt; Retirado daqui: http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/artes/interior.aspx?content_id=1246291&amp;amp;seccao=Cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, se assim é, então vamos lá ao cinema retirar as nossas próprias conclusões e estabelecer as comparações. Se bem me parece pelo trailer o mundo de vampiros presente em Crepúsculo é bem diferente deste mundo de vampiros. Como disse à mha Monique hoje de manhã: o primeiro ainda é um do qual nos apeteceria fazer parte, já o segundo (pelo que vi) é de arrepiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica o trailer para vos aguçar o apetite ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICp4g9p_rgo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5703128820208788449?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5703128820208788449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-right-one-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5703128820208788449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5703128820208788449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-right-one-in.html' title='&quot;Let The Right One In&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-3919359566136816176</id><published>2009-05-26T17:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:51:25.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos de Inspiração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sei que qualquer dia isto parece mais o blogue dos poemas do De Pinho, mas a verdade é que eles são tão bons que seria uma pena desperdiçá-los e não os publicar para toda a gente poder ler. Portanto aqui ficam mais dois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;"O sol beija a terra e com seus raios vagueia&lt;br /&gt;E do alto da serra vem dar-te um bom dia.&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso vale mil palavras. Estarei indeciso?&lt;br /&gt;Será que mil palavras valem o teu sorriso?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"O sono pesa na minha divagação,&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo escrever um poema sem a minha inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração profunda como morando em braços de morpheu&lt;br /&gt;O olhar se afunda para estar num sonho teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sono chegou&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos fecham&lt;br /&gt;A inspiração não se findou&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente só agora despertou."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez &lt;strong&gt;obrigada De Pinho. &lt;/strong&gt;Ninguém sabe a força que os poemas me dão de manhã ao despertar nesta fase menos boa. &lt;strong&gt;Obrigada por seres meu amigo&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/4182062526987516689-3919359566136816176?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/3919359566136816176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentos-de-inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3919359566136816176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/3919359566136816176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentos-de-inspiracao.html' title='Momentos de Inspiração...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-76765813432628256</id><published>2009-05-20T18:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:52:39.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta noite foi péssima :( Já há alguns dias para cá que tenho vindo a sentir-me cada vez pior. Mas esta noite foi a gota de água. Todos os meus medos estão aos poucos a regressar. E como se já não bastasse, a estes medos ainda acresce o medo de isto significar uma recaída. :( Adormeci às 5h da manhã. Valeu-me o De Pinho, se não tenho de admitir que a noite teria sido muito pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele nó na garganta está a começar a formar-se novamente e durante a noite torna-se verdadeiramente insuportável. Esta fobia é horrível. Como disse ontem, preferia partir uma perna a sentir isto. Mas pk é k depois de tanto tempo tinha de voltar?! Agora que já tava tudo a começar de se compor. :( Agora que já não precisava de medicação para sobreviver, agora que já me tinha habituado à ideia de que a vida é mesmo assim e que o fim vai chegar e eu não posso fazer nada. Ninguém pode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que tenho uns dias mais agitados e de repente páro, é isto... Porquê??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou começar novamente a fazer a terapia das três coisas por dia, antes que seja tarde de mais! Para já sinto que ainda serei capaz de reparar minimamente as coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-76765813432628256?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/76765813432628256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/76765813432628256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/76765813432628256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-2775978088447437617</id><published>2009-05-19T17:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:47:36.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso pela manhã :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Escritor não sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vagabundo sei-o ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ao acordares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este poema vais ler.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As nuvens num céu cristalino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O vento respira um mar salgado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um poema perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e um sorriso numa manhã achado"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by DePinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada De Pinho :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-2775978088447437617?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/2775978088447437617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sorriso-pela-manha.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2775978088447437617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/2775978088447437617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sorriso-pela-manha.html' title='Um sorriso pela manhã :)'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-1208180718860074243</id><published>2009-05-17T20:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:47:21.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu novo cantinho</title><content type='html'>Vim aqui apenas para anunciar que existe um novo cantinho que podem visitar se quiserem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de uma forma de alimentar a minha "loucura saudável". Chama-se "In love with a Vampire" e pode ser visitado em &lt;a href="http://loveavampirevs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://loveavampirevs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Para mais esclarecimentos terão de ler o primeiro post deste meu novo cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me até ao próximo post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-1208180718860074243?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/1208180718860074243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-meu-novo-cantinho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1208180718860074243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/1208180718860074243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-meu-novo-cantinho.html' title='O meu novo cantinho'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-6707316596507118184</id><published>2009-05-11T12:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:53:18.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles sucedem-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois deste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggQuKooY_I/AAAAAAAAAII/NQhB692W9fs/s1600-h/CrepÃºsculo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334532143935153138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggQuKooY_I/AAAAAAAAAII/NQhB692W9fs/s200/Crep%C3%BAsculo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem terminei de ler este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggQ3ajQVjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NrUkBhq7rWg/s1600-h/Lua+Nova.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334532302826395186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggQ3ajQVjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NrUkBhq7rWg/s200/Lua+Nova.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana já vou comprar este:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggRFVkHxtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M34EAtxXo8Q/s1600-h/Eclipse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334532542006019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggRFVkHxtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M34EAtxXo8Q/s200/Eclipse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje já consegui descobrir que em vez de 3, afinal são 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggSwxf_ZlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O2lyRIV2zxo/s1600-h/breakingdawn_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334534387750889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggSwxf_ZlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/O2lyRIV2zxo/s200/breakingdawn_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não consigo viver sem eles e muito menos consigo deixar de os devorar em menos de uma semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Tenho a dizer que os recomendo vivamente :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-6707316596507118184?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/6707316596507118184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/eles-sucedem-se.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6707316596507118184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/6707316596507118184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/eles-sucedem-se.html' title='Eles sucedem-se...'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SggQuKooY_I/AAAAAAAAAII/NQhB692W9fs/s72-c/Crep%C3%BAsculo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-5838214768394530311</id><published>2009-05-09T22:13:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:40:32.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"My life would suck without you"</title><content type='html'>Apenas porque faz todo o sentido, pelo menos para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because "I really shouldn't miss you, but I cant' let you go"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because "I found out I'm nothing without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because "We belong together now" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5DCR_DeonI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5DCR_DeonI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My life would suck without you"&lt;/em&gt; - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you're sorry &lt;br /&gt;You're standing at my door &lt;br /&gt;Guess this means you take back &lt;br /&gt;What you said before &lt;br /&gt;Like how much you wanted &lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me &lt;br /&gt;Said you'd never come back &lt;br /&gt;But here you are again &lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now &lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow &lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me &lt;br /&gt;And honestly &lt;br /&gt;My life would suck without you &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight &lt;br /&gt;I know that I've got issues &lt;br /&gt;But you're pretty messed up too &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out I'm nothing without you &lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now &lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow &lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me &lt;br /&gt;And honestly &lt;br /&gt;My life would suck without you &lt;br /&gt;Being with you is so dysfunctional &lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now &lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow &lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me &lt;br /&gt;And honestly &lt;br /&gt;My life would suck without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182062526987516689-5838214768394530311?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/5838214768394530311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5838214768394530311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/5838214768394530311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='&quot;My life would suck without you&quot;'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182062526987516689.post-345369226691806842</id><published>2009-05-09T02:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:53:59.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with a vampire - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SgTig8YfWjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SFNYYILFwVA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333636914306046514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SgTig8YfWjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SFNYYILFwVA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem cheguei ao fim do meu livro. Qdo chguei ao fim não queria acreditar que tinha chegado, não queria aceitar isso... Tanto não aceitei que tive de reler o epílogo duas vezes e mesmo assim não fiquei satisfeita. Não que não tivesse um fim fantástico, apenas porque sentia que estava a perder Edward. Recusei-me a fazê-lo. Pensei durante longas horas como haveria de prosseguir. Pois bem, súbitamente recordei-me que &lt;em&gt;Crepúsculo&lt;/em&gt; não era o único livro do ciclo &lt;em&gt;Luz e Escuridão&lt;/em&gt;. Corri para a livraria (um dos meus lugares preferidos) e lá estava ele. Edward ou &lt;em&gt;Lua Nova &lt;/em&gt;(o segundo livro deste ciclo), como lhe queiram chamar. Eu chamei-lhe Edward, pois de facto é isso que este livro significa para mim. Sei que durante mais 514 páginas o terei de novo de volta. Sei que durante mais 514 páginas posso voltar a sonhar. Sei que durante mais 514 páginas ele não me abandonará, ainda que continue sem poder tocar-lhe nem beijá-lo. Bella continua a poder fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando mais este chegar ao fim?! que farei?! Bem, logo se verá... por enquanto quero apenas saborear o facto de o ter de volta. Tomar o gosto a cada uma das palavras que ele profere através destas linhas escritas. Apreciar as descrições do seu rosto, dos seus olhos, da sua pele, do seu carácter impressionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu íntimo espero um dia poder encontrá-lo na realidade. Estar apaixonada por uma personagem de um livro nunca me tinha acontecido e torna-se muito mais dificil do que eu alguma vez pude imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, caros leitores, antes que pensem que estou a ficar louca, deixo-vos com uma das passagens inicias deste livro, mais um presente da escritora Stephenie Meyer para mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O beijo começou como sempre - Edward agia muito cauteloso e o meu coração começou a reagir violentamente. Foi, então, que algo pareceu mudar. De repente, os lábios dele tornaram-se muito mais urgentes, a sua mão livre embrenhou-se nos meus cabelos e apertou o meu rosto firmemente contra o seu. E, embora as minhas mãos também se emaranhassem no seu cabelo e eu começasse nitidamente a ultrapassar os seus cuidadosos limites, pela primeira vez ele não me impediu. Sentia o seu corpo frio através da colcha fina, esmagando-me contra ele com desejo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Stephenie Meyer in &lt;em&gt;Lua Nova&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/4182062526987516689-345369226691806842?l=dissaboresvs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/feeds/345369226691806842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-love-with-vampire-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/345369226691806842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182062526987516689/posts/default/345369226691806842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissaboresvs.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-love-with-vampire-part-ii.html' title='In love with a vampire - Part II'/><author><name>Vânia Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04145345037530519205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SD1RcRznECI/AAAAAAAAABo/gzusot6WXIs/S220/IMG_0026.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QK1pPCarABM/SgTig8YfWjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SFNYYILFwVA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
