<?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-3330574541940506609</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:15:57.781Z</updated><category term='artigos'/><category term='musica'/><category term='fotografia'/><category term='saude'/><category term='momentos'/><category term='livros'/><category term='amor'/><category term='historias'/><category term='divagações'/><title type='text'>continu[ar]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4477888914227753933</id><published>2012-01-30T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:35:30.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Também descobri, contudo, que muitas pessoas pensam exclusivamente em termos de preto-e-branco e ou-ou, descurando, no processo, quanto tudo depende de tudo o resto e se encontra ligado a tudo o resto. As pessoas esquecem-se com facilidade de que existem mais do que dois pontos de vista."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4477888914227753933?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4477888914227753933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4477888914227753933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4477888914227753933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4477888914227753933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2012/01/tambem-descobri-contudo-que-muitas.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6748086198065261731</id><published>2011-11-25T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:51:23.365Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faz9L1ihXIo/Ts9uiM-R9PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9f51KcjyhCk/s1600/rainbows_by_bittersweetvenom-d3jur0v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faz9L1ihXIo/Ts9uiM-R9PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9f51KcjyhCk/s320/rainbows_by_bittersweetvenom-d3jur0v.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Toda a vida da alma humana é um movimento na penumbra. Vivemos num lusco fusco da consciência, nunca certos com o que somos ou com o que nos supomos ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&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;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Fernando Pessoa]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6748086198065261731?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6748086198065261731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6748086198065261731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6748086198065261731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6748086198065261731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/11/toda-vida-da-alma-humana-e-um-movimento.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faz9L1ihXIo/Ts9uiM-R9PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9f51KcjyhCk/s72-c/rainbows_by_bittersweetvenom-d3jur0v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7876348105324099422</id><published>2011-11-22T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:05:10.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Perder a pessoa que amamos é como sobreviver a um naufrágio. Podemos nos agarrar com força à vida, viver um ou mais anos num momento eterno, e já sem esperança sermos resgatados e levados de volta a vida. Mas a verdade é que por mais que nos esforcemos nunca deixaremos de ser sobreviventes de um naufrágio. Por muita simpatia, ternura e compaixão que possa existir. Só nos restará &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mantermo-nos agarrados aquele momento anterior, vivermos abraçados à solidão do seguinte e talvez com sorte sobreviver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[F]&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/3330574541940506609-7876348105324099422?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7876348105324099422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7876348105324099422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7876348105324099422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7876348105324099422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/11/perder-pessoa-que-amamos-e-como.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6794146091207864879</id><published>2011-11-08T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:13:50.491Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_bInwxNSgE/TrlizuEyasI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-8xvdG9MX34/s1600/guide_through_the_world_by_histema-d3dyx1e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_bInwxNSgE/TrlizuEyasI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-8xvdG9MX34/s320/guide_through_the_world_by_histema-d3dyx1e.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Há muita coisa que não sei sobre a minha vida. Não sei o meu verdadeiro nome, desconheço de onde vim exactamente, quem eram os meus pais, ou a razão por que me abandonaram nos degraus de um orfanato. Por ultimo, não sei muito sobre o homem que me criou excepto isto: vivi toda a minha vida num abismo entre a esperança e o ódio e o único homem a descer esse abismo comigo foi o tio Willee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E isso basta-me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;[Até que o amor me encontre]&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6794146091207864879?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6794146091207864879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6794146091207864879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6794146091207864879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6794146091207864879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-muita-coisa-que-nao-sei-sobre-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_bInwxNSgE/TrlizuEyasI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-8xvdG9MX34/s72-c/guide_through_the_world_by_histema-d3dyx1e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8842773319443466343</id><published>2011-10-20T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:35:10.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwobSwEI25Y/TqAUfMNALyI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xj2cug8Kqhc/s1600/__plan_a___by_aoao2-d4dak5m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwobSwEI25Y/TqAUfMNALyI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xj2cug8Kqhc/s320/__plan_a___by_aoao2-d4dak5m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Haja &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;imaginação&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pensamento&lt;/span&gt; para lutar contra a estreiteza das nossas vidas.]&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/3330574541940506609-8842773319443466343?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8842773319443466343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8842773319443466343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8842773319443466343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8842773319443466343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/10/haja-imaginacao-e-pensamento-para-lutar.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwobSwEI25Y/TqAUfMNALyI/AAAAAAAAA7c/xj2cug8Kqhc/s72-c/__plan_a___by_aoao2-d4dak5m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3119446627390225555</id><published>2011-10-08T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:35:19.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llMR9nQqOuU/TpBez_z810I/AAAAAAAAA7M/8TtapUfghs4/s1600/plug_in_babies_by_alicelitwin-d34dinu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llMR9nQqOuU/TpBez_z810I/AAAAAAAAA7M/8TtapUfghs4/s320/plug_in_babies_by_alicelitwin-d34dinu.jpg" width="320" /&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;em&gt;"It’s only love, it’s only pain&lt;br /&gt;It’s only fear, that runs through my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s all the things you can’t explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That make us human&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Civil Twilight - Human]&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/3330574541940506609-3119446627390225555?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3119446627390225555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3119446627390225555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3119446627390225555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3119446627390225555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-only-love-its-only-pain-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llMR9nQqOuU/TpBez_z810I/AAAAAAAAA7M/8TtapUfghs4/s72-c/plug_in_babies_by_alicelitwin-d34dinu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4956079316634203538</id><published>2011-10-03T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:17:45.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npRh40qbYiQ/TonRuAkdL9I/AAAAAAAAA68/MsdBboxGFmE/s1600/1308413715_just_be_lie_ve_by_maskqueraide-d3j8gsf.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npRh40qbYiQ/TonRuAkdL9I/AAAAAAAAA68/MsdBboxGFmE/s320/1308413715_just_be_lie_ve_by_maskqueraide-d3j8gsf.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Até no &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;acreditar&lt;/span&gt; existe uma &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mentira.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[F]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4956079316634203538?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4956079316634203538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4956079316634203538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4956079316634203538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4956079316634203538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/10/ate-no-acreditar-existe-uma-mentira.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npRh40qbYiQ/TonRuAkdL9I/AAAAAAAAA68/MsdBboxGFmE/s72-c/1308413715_just_be_lie_ve_by_maskqueraide-d3j8gsf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8172710009473179990</id><published>2011-10-02T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:57:37.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-BoldMT;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Há muito tempo que não escrevo. Têm se passado meses sem que viva, e vou durando, entre o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;escritório e a fisiologia, numa estagnação íntima de pensar e de sentir. Isto, infelizmente, não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;repousa: no apodrecimento há fermentação."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Bernardo Soares]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-8172710009473179990?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8172710009473179990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8172710009473179990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8172710009473179990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8172710009473179990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-muito-tempo-que-nao-escrevo.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3777579322615015207</id><published>2010-12-19T17:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:09:25.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hoje fico mais velha[ou dizem que fico. Como se entre ontem e hoje existisse uma tamanha transformação interna capaz disso mesmo].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou pessoa de grandes festas, de comemorações desmedidas e muito menos de fingidas pretensões. Não gosto de falsos abraços, de beijos inúteis e de palmadinhas das costas ainda menos. Gosto sim, do quente que sinto por palavras acolhedoras, por ligações criativas, por ideias mirabolantes, por momentos irrepetíveis e inesquecíveis pessoas. Gosto de saber que gostam de mim, que se lembram de mim, não porque uma tecnologia algures se lembra e lhes comunica, mas porque sentem minha falta, porque lhes faço[ou fiz] diferença com a minha presença na sua vida, porque sou[ou fui] merecedora do carinho que por mim nutrem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[obrigado a todos os que me proporcionaram hoje esse momentos quentes e acolhedores.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3777579322615015207?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3777579322615015207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3777579322615015207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3777579322615015207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3777579322615015207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-fico-mais-velhaou-dizem-que-fico.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6690604610458449520</id><published>2010-12-16T20:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:19:36.411Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Por vezes o mundo assusta-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O relógio que nunca pára(...) há minha volta tudo muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apetecia-me sentar um pouco, extrair até os mais pequenos pensamentos(...)ficar só finalmente."&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/3330574541940506609-6690604610458449520?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6690604610458449520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6690604610458449520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6690604610458449520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6690604610458449520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/12/por-vezes-o-mundo-assusta-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6399213831959991805</id><published>2010-08-08T11:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:42:07.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/TF6JrUyTvjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/34mhXFSIQqw/s1600/IMG_7451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502987172100423218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/TF6JrUyTvjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/34mhXFSIQqw/s400/IMG_7451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;país das maravilhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[http://pim--pam--pum.deviantart.com]&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/3330574541940506609-6399213831959991805?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6399213831959991805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6399213831959991805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6399213831959991805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6399213831959991805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-gato-no-pais-das-maravilhas-httppim.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/TF6JrUyTvjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/34mhXFSIQqw/s72-c/IMG_7451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7931590730021704650</id><published>2010-05-07T13:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:07:08.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"E é sentir-te assim perto de mim, é experimentar o teu cheiro, é absorver o teu calor, que me faz fraquejar, perder a réstia de forças que permanece em mim.&lt;br /&gt;É ficar desnorteado, é revoltar-me contra o mundo em mim mesmo. É culpar a vida e a perda de ti [...]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Porque a impotência corrói e a raiva extenua mas outro dia volverá. Bom fim de semana.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7931590730021704650?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7931590730021704650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7931590730021704650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7931590730021704650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7931590730021704650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-e-sentir-te-assim-perto-de-mim-e.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1925652608499142071</id><published>2010-05-07T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:08:18.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPxfDj1Cdvo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/YPxfDj1Cdvo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3330574541940506609-1925652608499142071?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1925652608499142071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1925652608499142071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1925652608499142071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1925652608499142071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-919616552090775055</id><published>2010-04-15T17:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:42:14.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I. A lata dos enfermeiros continua . Para começar, uma greve séria não tem quatro dias. Uma greve séria não é marcada para os quatro dias imediatamente anteriores ao feriado da Páscoa. Assim, até parece que os senhores enfermeiros marcaram umas férias antecipadas. Caro enfermeiro, se não quer ser confundido com o lobo, não lhe vista a pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Fazer reivindicações sem sentido é o desporto do nosso sindicalismo. Os enfermeiros não são excepção. Agora, Suas Excelências querem ganhar 1200 euros logo no início de carreira. Não se percebe porquê. Em primeiro lugar, um licenciado na função pública não pode ganhar 1200 logo à partida (se ganhar, o país enlouqueceu mesmo). Em segundo lugar, se ganhar 1200 euros, um enfermeiro fica a ganhar quase tanto como um médico em início de carreira. E, lamento, isso não faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. A diferença entre os 1500 euros do jovem médico e os 1000 euros do jovem enfermeiro é a diferença justa. Aliás, parece-me que já beneficia, e muito, o enfermeiro. Porque a responsabilidade do médico é, obviamente, superior à do enfermeiro. Dentro do hospital, o médico é superior ao enfermeiro. Lamento, mas as coisas são assim, por mais lógicas corporativas que os enfermeiros invoquem. O corporativismo sindical não pode abolir as óbvias diferenças técnicas e de responsabilidade que existem dentro de um hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. Quando se fala com os enfermeiros, parece existir sempre uma espécie de ressentimento "classista" contra os médicos. É como se os enfermeiros estivessem a gritar contra os médicos: "olhem, olhem, nós agora também somos licenciados, e sabemos tanto como vocês". Será por isso que os enfermeiros não fazem o trabalho "sujo" nos hospitais? Será por isso que tem de haver aquele batalhão de auxiliares para as tarefas sujas e simples? O dr. enfermeiro já é demasiado fino para limpar o rabo aos velhinhos? É isso?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Texto publicado no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jornal Expresso - Henrique Cardoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Sem palavras passiveis de classificar este texto. Eu juro que tentei, mas não seria bonito de se ler.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-919616552090775055?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/919616552090775055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=919616552090775055' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/919616552090775055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/919616552090775055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/04/i.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7385394332008623327</id><published>2010-03-21T23:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:06:02.425Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/S6alTwPPdCI/AAAAAAAAA14/xrO3o_CjwEM/s1600-h/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451226157763490850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/S6alTwPPdCI/AAAAAAAAA14/xrO3o_CjwEM/s400/IMG_5202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Título: Brisa de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Modelo: Joana Salomé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Local: Canal da ria de Aveiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotografo: eu]&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/3330574541940506609-7385394332008623327?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7385394332008623327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7385394332008623327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7385394332008623327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7385394332008623327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/03/titulo-brisa-de-ti-modelo-joana-salome.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/S6alTwPPdCI/AAAAAAAAA14/xrO3o_CjwEM/s72-c/IMG_5202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6561323298178571130</id><published>2010-03-19T20:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:21:46.247Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/S6PcUdSuB9I/AAAAAAAAA1o/NoNnLF3Zr80/s1600-h/like_dreamers_do_by_emeraldiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450442218067068882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/S6PcUdSuB9I/AAAAAAAAA1o/NoNnLF3Zr80/s400/like_dreamers_do_by_emeraldiris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Alguma vez olhou nos olhos de uma criança e percebeu que ela conta consigo para…tudo? Aconteça o que lhes acontecer, acreditam que vamos ficar ao lado delas. Nós podemos melhorar tudo, remediar tudo, abraça-las até a dor desaparecer, podemos fazer o sol nascer. As crianças pensam que somos o universo. Para elas tudo se resume a nós.&lt;br /&gt;[…]&lt;br /&gt;Então o que fazemos quando sabemos que não somos dignos disso? Quando sabemos que depositam toda a sua confiança na pessoa errada?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Pedaços de ternura - Dorothy Koomson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6561323298178571130?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6561323298178571130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6561323298178571130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6561323298178571130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6561323298178571130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguma-vez-olhou-nos-olhos-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/S6PcUdSuB9I/AAAAAAAAA1o/NoNnLF3Zr80/s72-c/like_dreamers_do_by_emeraldiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7969885935782748929</id><published>2010-03-08T10:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:34:50.201Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JFX3L6r8BI&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/0JFX3L6r8BI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[muito mais do que uma música de romances vampirescos, uma letra que se deveria ter em conta. boa semana]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ps.: e não estou a criticar os romances vampirescos, quem me conhece sabe do q falo. hehe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7969885935782748929?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7969885935782748929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7969885935782748929' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7969885935782748929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7969885935782748929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/03/muito-mais-do-que-uma-musica-de.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-5492746388685069325</id><published>2010-02-28T12:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:03:25.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“- Escusas de dizer o que quer que seja. Tu para mim morres-te. Nunca te perdoarei.&lt;br /&gt;E ao proferir estas palavras nem olhei para ti, não vi as tuas lágrimas, nem sequer ouvi o que me dizias.&lt;br /&gt;Sai dali.&lt;br /&gt;Chorei até casa.&lt;br /&gt;[…]&lt;br /&gt;Sem que eu pudesse dizer ou fazer algo, tu morres-te realmente. E eu. Eu morri também.&lt;br /&gt;Morri em cada dia que nascia e tu não tinhas. Morri em cada hora que passava e que tu não tinhas. Morri em cada escolha errada ou certa que fiz, sem que tu tivesses poder de escolha.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje. E se me puderes ver e ouvir sabes o quanto eu te perdoo, o quanto eras importante para mim, o quanto eu sempre hei-de gostar de ti, o quanto eu precisava e preciso de ti, a falta que me fazes, o quanto eu preciso que me desculpes. Mas. E se por alguma razão não poderes, espero um dia ter a oportunidade de to dizer. Mas. No entretanto e para que todas as pessoas saibam, mesmo sem te conhecerem, que eu um dia te conheci, que te desculpo, que eras importante e espero um dia que me perdoes a mim.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Porque o tempo nem sempre torna mais fácil o esquecimento. Porque hoje é o último dia do mês em que morres-te. Porque eu preciso. Porque nem sempre existe o amanhã.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-5492746388685069325?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5492746388685069325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=5492746388685069325' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5492746388685069325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5492746388685069325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/02/escusas-de-dizer-o-que-quer-que-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3512687950807436798</id><published>2010-02-20T20:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:51:04.511Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dorIA4aaPFw&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/dorIA4aaPFw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3512687950807436798?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3512687950807436798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3512687950807436798' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3512687950807436798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3512687950807436798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/02/acho-que-o-filme-fala-por-si.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4877935546085232376</id><published>2010-02-08T16:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:09:31.534Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Carrego inúmeras cicatrizes, por todas as batalhas que lutei, por todas as derrotas que combati.&lt;br /&gt;Mas cicatrizes todos possuímos, a diferença reside em serem visíveis ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Carrego muitas cicatrizes, mas também carrego momentos que nunca teriam acontecido se eu não tivesse ousado para além dos limites.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as minhas, eu mantenho visíveis, a diferença é que elas não condicionam a minha vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;[Confuso(a)? Também eu estaria, se não visse para além das palavras. boa semana]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3330574541940506609-4877935546085232376?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4877935546085232376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4877935546085232376' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4877935546085232376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4877935546085232376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/02/carrego-inumeras-cicatrizes-por-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-65277506964491053</id><published>2010-02-04T11:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:46:16.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrOeGCJdZe4&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/qrOeGCJdZe4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Para que as meninas B e M fiquem satisfeitas xD]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-65277506964491053?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/65277506964491053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=65277506964491053' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/65277506964491053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/65277506964491053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-que-as-meninas-b-e-m-fiquem.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1817156880345448244</id><published>2010-01-15T14:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:01:45.873Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hoje dei por mim a pensar naquela frase já tão batida do "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aproveita o teu dia como se fosse o último&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É verdade, e não deixa de ser mentira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Convenhamos que embora muita gente se glorifique por viver cada dia como se fosse o último, isto não pode ser nem de longe nem de perto verdade. A verdade é que é para nós de todo impossível desfrutar realmente dos pequenos grandes momentos que temos no dia-a-dia, nas pequenas grandes palavras, nas pequenas grandes gargalhadas, nas pequenas grandes lágrimas, nos pequenos grandes bons dias e boas noites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pergunto-me como seria realmente se fossemos capazes de viver dessa forma, se seriamos mais felizes do que o que somos, se existiria realmente alguma diferença na hora em que finalmente fechássemos os olhos. E para meu espanto a resposta que me parece mais clarificadora é &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porquê? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque viver à beira do abismo, poucos realmente conseguem. Porque sobreviver à beira do abismo é quase impossível.&lt;/span&gt; Porque a serenidade que é necessária para lá permanecer e não cair não é conquistada nas nossas ideias pré-concebidas de "carpe diem", ela conquista-se com o fim próximo, com o não retorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É realmente trágico não saber como será o nosso fim, e é ao mesmo tempo claramente reconfortante. Quem gostaria de saber que terminará em sofrimento? Que não conseguirá abraçar as pessoas que mais ama? Que não se lembrará delas, ou dos momentos felizes que passaram? Quem gostará realmente de apreciar o que quer que seja, se for detentor desse fim? Desse último dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prefiro de todo não aproveitar todos os momentos, a ficar sem momentos para viver."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bom fim-de-semana.]&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/3330574541940506609-1817156880345448244?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1817156880345448244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1817156880345448244' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1817156880345448244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1817156880345448244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-dei-por-mim-pensar-naquela-frase.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-895358738278211607</id><published>2010-01-07T16:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:07:56.914Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Podemos demorar muitos anos até conseguir passar por cima das coisas sem mágoa. Primeiro vem o esforço, depois o falso esquecimento. Seguem-se o rancor, a revolta, a sensação de impotência. Tantas vezes nos atiramos para os braços de outro homem, pensando que esse é o caminho mais curto para esquecer alguém, e tantas vezes esse é o caminho que se revela mais longo! Durante todos estes anos eu ouvia a minha música preferida dos Beatles e associava-a sempre a nós: &lt;em&gt;the long and winding road/that leads to your door/ will never disappear/ I've seen that road before/it always leads me there/leads me to your door&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trauteava a letra vezes sem conta e pensava na minha história contigo. Até que um dia, de regresso a casa ao volante do meu carro pela estrada da Marginal, a apanhei por acaso no rádio e nem sequer me lembrei de nós. Talvez tenha sido esse o dia em que te esqueci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há mesmo um dia, meu querido, em que chega a libertação, dia D do coração. Nunca é quando o queremos, apenas e só quando estamos preparados. E para nos prepararmos é preciso querer. Quantas e quantas vezes as pessoas usam o verbo conseguir de forma errada! Quando eu dizia que não te conseguia esquecer, a verdade é que não queria esquecer-te. Tu alimentaste a minha inspiração durante demasiado tempo e nada é mais difícil de uma pessoa se libertar do que de um hábito que lhe traz benefícios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Querer e conseguir não são o mesmo, só consegues quando queres, o contrário não é possível. Escrevo para me ler e para me ouvir, porque também preciso das minhas palavras. Preciso que elas me alimentem sem que ao mesmo tempo me matem. Palavras de alento e de esperança, agora com os pés na terra, em vez de voar como um pássaro atrás de quimeras. Quantas vezes os oásis mais desejados não passam de miragens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deseja-me boa sorte, porque a quero e mereço. E a ti, desejo-te a paz possível de uma existência subtraída, e o desejo de que um dia encontres o teu fio de Ariadne que te conduza à saída do labirinto. A gratidão não é mais do que a alegria de tudo o que existe ou existiu, por oposto à angústia, que é a tristeza por tudo o que não existe ou nunca existiu. Espero que a gratidão te guie e te ilumine com a mesma força com que me tem conduzido."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[O dia em que te esqueci - Margarida Rebelo Pinto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-895358738278211607?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/895358738278211607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=895358738278211607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/895358738278211607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/895358738278211607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/01/podemos-demorar-muitos-anos-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-909929578392455791</id><published>2010-01-03T17:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:09:36.742Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"-E aquilo o que é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Um sonho. Um sonho mecânico. Deixei-o aí para me lembrar que também aos sonhos os devora a ferrugem. A ferrugem nunca dorme."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[José Eduardo Agualusa - As Mulheres do Meu Pai]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Se é verdade que existe muito tempo para colocar em prática tudo o que quisermos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também não deixa de ser verdade, que existem momentos para tudo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-909929578392455791?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/909929578392455791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=909929578392455791' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/909929578392455791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/909929578392455791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-aquilo-o-que-e-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-355022641893236857</id><published>2010-01-01T12:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:35:32.770Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Minha querida:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro ano se passou. E que ano que foi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas desilusões, momentos maus, tristezas que afloraram a pele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas superamos, sobrevivemos, seguimos em frente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje. Hoje é um novo ano. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um ano que talvez traga mais do mesmo e talvez não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas hoje. Hoje existe uma imensidade de possibilidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nós vamos agarra-las. Eu sei que vamos. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Um 2010 carregado de boas surpresas, cheio de magníficos imprevistos. hehe]&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/3330574541940506609-355022641893236857?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/355022641893236857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=355022641893236857' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/355022641893236857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/355022641893236857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-querida-outro-ano-se-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6172147825094231276</id><published>2009-12-12T21:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:58:37.744Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saude'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SyQR79VuXOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/sDyOkZgCLbQ/s1600-h/Just_Go_by_BlackJack0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414472373781814498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SyQR79VuXOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/sDyOkZgCLbQ/s400/Just_Go_by_BlackJack0919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Em algum momento da sua vida, &lt;strong&gt;um &lt;/strong&gt;em cada &lt;strong&gt;três&lt;/strong&gt; europeus verá ser-lhe diagnosticado uma doença oncológica. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Coleman, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Demasiado fatalista? Secalhar sim, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talvez seja o momento de começar a &lt;strong&gt;acrescentar vida aos seus dias&lt;/strong&gt;, e &lt;strong&gt;não dias à sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3330574541940506609-6172147825094231276?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6172147825094231276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6172147825094231276' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6172147825094231276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6172147825094231276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/12/em-algum-momento-da-sua-vida-um-em-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SyQR79VuXOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/sDyOkZgCLbQ/s72-c/Just_Go_by_BlackJack0919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-784554846927695794</id><published>2009-12-09T18:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:37:27.552Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yNw6DFOAUg&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[para quem não viu, aqui fica o vídeo de ínicio da cimeira de Copenhaga.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have the power to save the world.&lt;/em&gt; now&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/3330574541940506609-784554846927695794?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/784554846927695794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=784554846927695794' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/784554846927695794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/784554846927695794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-5356964834336528473</id><published>2009-12-09T18:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:18:42.704Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque parece que no fundo, só a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;loucura&lt;/span&gt; permite que seja dita toda a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;verdade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ficar louca e experimentar a lucidez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-5356964834336528473?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5356964834336528473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=5356964834336528473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5356964834336528473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5356964834336528473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/12/porque-parece-que-no-fundo-so-loucura.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4726866509740468670</id><published>2009-11-26T20:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:54:27.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quando amamos alguém, não perdemos só a cabeça, perdemos também o nosso coração. Ele salta para fora do peito e depois, quando volta, já não é o mesmo, é outro, com cicatrizes novas. Às vezes volta maior, se o amor foi feliz, outras, regressa feito numa bola da de trapos, é preciso reconstruí-lo com paciência, dedicação e muito amor-próprio. E outras vezes não volta. Fica do outro lado da vida, na vida de quem não quis ficar do nosso lado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Tal como os perfumes, eu avalio os livros pela capa. Eu sei, pode parecer uma avaliação sem lógica, mas a verdade é que até hoje nunca me enganei. E este excerto pertence a mais um desses livros.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[O dia em que te esqueci - Margarida Rebelo Pinto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4726866509740468670?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4726866509740468670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4726866509740468670' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4726866509740468670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4726866509740468670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-amamos-alguem-nao-perdemos-so.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4462881905084002346</id><published>2009-11-05T21:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:00:47.079Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SvNJT4i98-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ZoqSf9HPM6o/s1600-h/Forever_by_michellemonique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400740984092750818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SvNJT4i98-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ZoqSf9HPM6o/s400/Forever_by_michellemonique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" 'cause you tear us apart, with all the things you don't like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't understand that I won't leave 'till we're finished here, and then you'll find out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where it all went wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing lasts forever, except you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will last forever, between you and me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[foto de: &lt;a href="http://michellemonique.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://michellemonique.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[música : Biffy Clyro - mountains ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4462881905084002346?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4462881905084002346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4462881905084002346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4462881905084002346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4462881905084002346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-you-tear-us-apart-with-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SvNJT4i98-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/ZoqSf9HPM6o/s72-c/Forever_by_michellemonique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7039915165148803102</id><published>2009-10-25T23:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:54:58.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"É a dor que me consome,&lt;br /&gt;É o sufoco que me persegue,&lt;br /&gt;É o desespero que me acompanha,&lt;br /&gt;É o mundo que não me satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São os olhos que não se fecham,&lt;br /&gt;São os pensamentos que não me largam,&lt;br /&gt;São as horas que não correm,&lt;br /&gt;São os vazios que me preenchem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7039915165148803102?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7039915165148803102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7039915165148803102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7039915165148803102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7039915165148803102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-dor-que-me-consome-e-o-sufoco-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8003991312521909832</id><published>2009-10-18T20:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:42:09.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Comecei por achar que não era nada de mais. No fundo era só uma forma de escolher as minhas próprias sensações por algumas horas, colorir o meu mundo deslavado, sentir sem medo o que me rodeava, experimentar novas formas de ver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos poucos esqueci o gosto, o cheiro do meu mundo anterior, e dei por mim com a alma cada vez mais impregnada de algo que não conseguia deixar. A cabeça latejava, o corpo clamava por mais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acabei por acordar em locais estranhos, com pessoas que me davam medo, e embora quisesse arranjar forças para me afastar, a coragem parecia-me ter abandonado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;[Sei que não se deve falar do que se desconhece, mas sei também que se deve falar do que se vê.&lt;br /&gt;E eu vejo. Vejo expresso nos olhos de mais uma fachada deplorável de uma noite fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vejo e arrebata-me a tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-8003991312521909832?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8003991312521909832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8003991312521909832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8003991312521909832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8003991312521909832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/10/comecei-por-achar-que-nao-era-nada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8497307796458619848</id><published>2009-10-03T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:54:22.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Estendida no chão frio esqueço-me de mim e perco-me no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sussurro baixinho e clamo interiormente por ti, enquanto escuto os teus leves passos, à medida que te afastas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo e embora as tuas palavras estejam firmemente gravadas na minha memória e sejam ainda a música que me embala até ao amanhecer, nada te irei dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, e por muito que doa, tudo o que tu não foste capaz de ver em mim, reflecte tudo aquilo que nunca vais ser e agora também eu espero o meu próprio amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Talvez as palavras aqui presentes, te demonstrem o caminho a seguir e te reconfortem...]&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/3330574541940506609-8497307796458619848?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8497307796458619848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8497307796458619848' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8497307796458619848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8497307796458619848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/10/estendida-no-chao-frio-esqueco-me-de.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-5015151673639411246</id><published>2009-09-21T13:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:11:15.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E por fim aproximo-me de ti, revejo a tua face.&lt;br /&gt;Não me vês, permaneces de olhos fechados.&lt;br /&gt;E morre a minha alma por não me ver nos teus olhos, por não ouvir o teu riso, não rever esse sorriso contagiante com o qual me conquistavas em cada novo e eterno dia, pensava eu.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Volta. Volta para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Faz renascer novamente a esperança que há muito me devolves-te.&lt;br /&gt;Vive. Vive por mim, por nós. Pelos momentos que me prometes-te. Pelas horas que passarei em vão, sem ti."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[texto já anteriormente postado do qual me recordei hoje...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-5015151673639411246?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5015151673639411246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=5015151673639411246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5015151673639411246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5015151673639411246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-por-fim-aproximo-me-de-ti-revejo-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2135184009521241334</id><published>2009-09-14T20:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:34:09.483+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"- […] Já pode ir para casa.&lt;br /&gt;Fingi não ouvir esta observação, ou então não a escutei mesmo, embrenhada que estava na palavra casa.&lt;br /&gt;Casa.&lt;br /&gt;De facto continuava lá de pé, um par de tijolos, umas quantas janelas e telhas. Mas permaneceria como casa? A minha casa?&lt;br /&gt;Sem o perfume, sem o calor, sem o amor, sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;E eu, estaria ainda disposta a desenterrar as teias, enfrentar os medos, abrir as janelas e respirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-2135184009521241334?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2135184009521241334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2135184009521241334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2135184009521241334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2135184009521241334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-pode-ir-para-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4960755323468299945</id><published>2009-09-01T18:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:01:53.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pensava que o sol vinha de ti. Dizia-te mesmo que cheiravas a um raio de sol. Tu nunca me davas ouvidos, e rias-te infantilmente supondo que seria mais uma das minhas muitas divagações.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava profundamente que as flores existiam só para ti. E no entanto partis-te e o perfume persistiu em meu redor, recordando-me que só a mim me cabe, o mundo que faço existir."&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/3330574541940506609-4960755323468299945?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4960755323468299945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4960755323468299945' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4960755323468299945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4960755323468299945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensava-que-o-sol-vinha-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3506993009301051145</id><published>2009-08-20T10:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:31:39.732+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/So0XtHL37-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/58HCzMNbKOY/s1600-h/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371975994313273314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/So0XtHL37-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/58HCzMNbKOY/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Não existe mediocridade ou monotonia. O que existe é a apenas o nosso medo.Medo de crescer, medo de nos abrirmos às emoçoes. Medo de descobrirmos que não há nenhuma jaula à nossa volta, o que existe é apenas liberdade, ar. E se erguermos levemente os olhos, o espaço infinito do céu."&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/3330574541940506609-3506993009301051145?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3506993009301051145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3506993009301051145' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3506993009301051145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3506993009301051145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-existe-mediocridade-ou-monotonia.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/So0XtHL37-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/58HCzMNbKOY/s72-c/IMG_1211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4101364576427025877</id><published>2009-08-14T10:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:03:44.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SoU2TasW1VI/AAAAAAAAAxY/yzoX109Ccqs/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369757837919966546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SoU2TasW1VI/AAAAAAAAAxY/yzoX109Ccqs/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Por ruelas e calçadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;da Ribeira até à Foz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por pedras sujas e gastas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e lampiões tristes e sós."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rui Veloso - Porto Sentido]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4101364576427025877?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4101364576427025877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4101364576427025877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4101364576427025877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4101364576427025877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-ruelas-e-calcadas-da-ribeira-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SoU2TasW1VI/AAAAAAAAAxY/yzoX109Ccqs/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6406488467303862282</id><published>2009-08-13T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:08:08.181+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; FONT-SIZE: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Basta parar um breve momento e torna-se simples perceber e fácil de entender que inúmeras são as ocasiões que nos escaparam pelos dedos, que várias são as oportunidades que perdemos pelo medo, que diversas são as ideias que nunca sairão do papel, pelo imensa e maldita mania de vivermos sem apostar[...]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6406488467303862282?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6406488467303862282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6406488467303862282' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6406488467303862282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6406488467303862282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/08/basta-parar-um-breve-momento-e-torna-se.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-638386085645868111</id><published>2009-08-11T17:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:15:46.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SoGY6rpuajI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/E59SkKQgX7s/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368740364719909426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SoGY6rpuajI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/E59SkKQgX7s/s400/IMG_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A minha Marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;Aceito sugestoes [que serão muitissimo bem vindas]para ver se termino este quadro de vez.hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-638386085645868111?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/638386085645868111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=638386085645868111' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/638386085645868111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/638386085645868111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/08/minha-marilyn.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SoGY6rpuajI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/E59SkKQgX7s/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-190598435646131279</id><published>2009-08-06T10:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:21:19.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Snqf_wi_XTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/26aVs7oEpq0/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366777823677603122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Snqf_wi_XTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/26aVs7oEpq0/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Comprimidos do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor&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/3330574541940506609-190598435646131279?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/190598435646131279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=190598435646131279' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/190598435646131279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/190598435646131279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/08/comprimidos-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Snqf_wi_XTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/26aVs7oEpq0/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2756244207544336854</id><published>2009-08-03T09:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:48:27.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SnahlH0_o5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eLvNFx0s3Wo/s1600-h/Beauty_is_Happiness_by_anubiskitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365653665187079058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SnahlH0_o5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eLvNFx0s3Wo/s400/Beauty_is_Happiness_by_anubiskitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;beleza&lt;/span&gt; tem várias formas, diversos tamanhos e ínumeras idades.Ou será que não?"&lt;br /&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/3330574541940506609-2756244207544336854?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2756244207544336854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2756244207544336854' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2756244207544336854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2756244207544336854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/08/beleza-tem-varias-formas-diversos.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SnahlH0_o5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eLvNFx0s3Wo/s72-c/Beauty_is_Happiness_by_anubiskitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1277041324843788212</id><published>2009-07-23T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:30:38.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmiBiKAwfWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/WbLEOHPz2YU/s1600-h/every_time_i_close_my_eyes_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361677780187643234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmiBiKAwfWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/WbLEOHPz2YU/s400/every_time_i_close_my_eyes_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Após todas as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desilusões&lt;/span&gt;, seguidos todos os minutos a horas inteiras, só me resta o vazio. A ausência de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt;, um nada de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentimentos&lt;/span&gt; e um despojado sorriso."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-1277041324843788212?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1277041324843788212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1277041324843788212' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1277041324843788212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1277041324843788212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/apos-todas-as-desilusoes-seguidos-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmiBiKAwfWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/WbLEOHPz2YU/s72-c/every_time_i_close_my_eyes_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1043173912318239375</id><published>2009-07-22T09:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:36:59.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmbPhFCOobI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TcVYYRwXD70/s1600-h/Waiting_for_you_III_by_Nighthaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361200573625311666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmbPhFCOobI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TcVYYRwXD70/s400/Waiting_for_you_III_by_Nighthaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; é para nós o que concebemos nela, por isso segue em frente. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Reconstrói-te&lt;/span&gt;. E se não o conseguires só, que seja alguém da tua confiança que te acompanhe nesse penoso caminho. Te ajude em cada novo passo de dissolução.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-1043173912318239375?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1043173912318239375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1043173912318239375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1043173912318239375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1043173912318239375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-e-para-nos-o-que-concebemos-nela.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmbPhFCOobI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TcVYYRwXD70/s72-c/Waiting_for_you_III_by_Nighthaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7992213428662320991</id><published>2009-07-20T12:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:50:08.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saude'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmRZctEuQeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3wJNGa7cj_g/s1600-h/Trees_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360507806148346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmRZctEuQeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3wJNGa7cj_g/s400/Trees_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ainda existem pessoas que quando ouvem falar de alguém que tem uma doença mental retraem-se, pensam para si “ coitado, é maluco” e imaginam logo que essa pessoa em peculiar deverá ser torturada por demónios que só ela vê, que terá um comportamento aberrante, que manifestará fúrias imprevisíveis ou que será um pobre de espírito sem vontade própria e condenado à vida marginal. Tal como muitas outras, estas também são ideias falsas.Na verdade a doença mental e ao contrário do que se costuma pensar, é demasiado comum: 1 em cada 4 pessoas terá uma doença mental a dada altura da sua vida. Logo pense em si e na sua família, no seu círculo mais chegado, quantas pessoas haverá que têm, ou vão ter, doença mental? E agora você pensa, “tudo muito bonito” mas que posso eu fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Todos podemos fazer muito, começando pela forma como falamos e agimos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rótulos e atitudes discriminatórias em nada contribuem para integrar as pessoas com doença mental. Respeitar os direitos, a opinião e a integridade das pessoas com doença mental é um primeiro passo de extrema importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A verdade é que muitas pessoas escondem a sua doença muito por culpa do estigma social e, ao fazê-lo prejudicam-se: não desfrutam de tratamento atempado ou vivem um stress constante duma vergonha absurda.&lt;br /&gt;Pense em si, pense nos seus familiares e esqueça definitivamente a atitude de “coitado é maluco”, porque talvez um dia seja em relação a si que estas palavras ocorram no pensamento de outra pessoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7992213428662320991?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7992213428662320991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7992213428662320991' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7992213428662320991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7992213428662320991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/ainda-existem-pessoas-que-quando-ouvem.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmRZctEuQeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3wJNGa7cj_g/s72-c/Trees_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4602105535824236784</id><published>2009-07-20T10:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:17:15.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" O &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; é assim, nomeia o inominável e confere voz ao silêncio."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4602105535824236784?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4602105535824236784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4602105535824236784' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4602105535824236784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4602105535824236784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-assim-nomeia-o-inominavel-e.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3095567037127635514</id><published>2009-07-17T17:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:12:32.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmCwU1SfUHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MwYWRpjUmp4/s1600-h/Calm_Down_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359477428519391346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmCwU1SfUHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MwYWRpjUmp4/s400/Calm_Down_by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vejo. Caminhas até à borda da água e o reflexo da luz na água torna confusa a tua silhueta, como se fossem duas pessoas que caminhassem num só corpo. Mas quando mergulhas e desapareces dentro de água, as duas pessoas fundem-se numa só e tudo se torna nítido de repente. Sei o que sentes, agora. Posso fechar os olhos e sinto-o também: a leveza da água sobre os ombros, a consistência das coisas que tocas com as mãos, as pedras e a areia grossa do fundo. Os peixes que passam diante do teu olhar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a certeza de que a vida existe quando, por um instante, descemos a este mundo submerso que não é o nosso e depositamos o peso que trazemos do mundo que é o nosso e assim nos reconstruímos, porque a água tudo limpa.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Miguel Sousa Tavares]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3095567037127635514?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3095567037127635514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3095567037127635514' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3095567037127635514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3095567037127635514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/vejo.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SmCwU1SfUHI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MwYWRpjUmp4/s72-c/Calm_Down_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2252245516784477123</id><published>2009-07-16T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:32:59.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;"O rio atinge os seus objectivos porque aprendeu a contornar os obstáculos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-2252245516784477123?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2252245516784477123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2252245516784477123' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2252245516784477123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2252245516784477123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-rio-atinge-os-seus-objectivos-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7980876022666134454</id><published>2009-07-11T16:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:50:39.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sli0Nx5zXpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SrP6Ea2Yruk/s1600-h/330ab27b93ca55309028e0458be54924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357229905584283282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sli0Nx5zXpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SrP6Ea2Yruk/s400/330ab27b93ca55309028e0458be54924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Pedi fama, para os outros me poderem conhecer; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi-me dado o anonimato, para saber conhecer-me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi alguém a quem amar, para jamais ficar sozinho; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi-me dada a vida de um eremita, para aprender a aceitar-me como sou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi poder, para coisas realizar; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi-me dada a hesitação, para a obedecer e aprender. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi saúde, para uma vida longa viver; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi-me dada a doença, para cada minuto sentir e apreciar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedi uma vida feliz, p’rà vida poder gozar; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi-me dada a vida, para poder viver feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tudo o que havia pedido, nada me foi ofertado, apesar disso, contudo, todos os meus desejos realidade se tornaram."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Nicholas Sparks]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7980876022666134454?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7980876022666134454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7980876022666134454' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7980876022666134454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7980876022666134454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/pedi-fama-para-os-outros-me-poderem.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sli0Nx5zXpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SrP6Ea2Yruk/s72-c/330ab27b93ca55309028e0458be54924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3578736858268282186</id><published>2009-07-07T19:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:08:18.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SlOO_KJQXVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0ZB3u5iio9I/s1600-h/Girl_with_a_shell_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355781597579730258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SlOO_KJQXVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0ZB3u5iio9I/s400/Girl_with_a_shell_by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3578736858268282186?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3578736858268282186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3578736858268282186' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3578736858268282186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3578736858268282186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-no-secrets-in-life-just.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SlOO_KJQXVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0ZB3u5iio9I/s72-c/Girl_with_a_shell_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2488212911109041533</id><published>2009-07-01T20:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:30:31.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sku5RL1SFgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/viANxw1ROdY/s1600-h/Euphoria_by_anti00gravity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353576286945154562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sku5RL1SFgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/viANxw1ROdY/s400/Euphoria_by_anti00gravity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um dia a maioria de nós irá separar-se. Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, das descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que partilhamos. Saudades até dos momentos de lágrimas, da angústia, das vésperas dos finais de semana, dos finais de ano, enfim... do companheirismo vivido. Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre. Hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso. Em breve cada um vai para seu lado, seja pelo destino ou por algum desentendimento, segue a sua vida. Talvez continuemos a nos encontrar, quem sabe... nas cartas que trocaremos. Podemos falar ao telefone e dizer algumas tolices... Até que os dias vão passar, meses...anos... até este contacto se tornar cada vez mais raro. Vamo-nos perder no tempo.... Um dia os nossos filhos vão ver as nossas fotografias e perguntarão: "Quem são aquelas pessoas?" Diremos...que eram nossos amigos e...... isso vai doer tanto! " Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi tantos bons anos da minha vida!" A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito. Vai dar vontade de ligar, ouvir aquelas vozes novamente...... Quando o nosso grupo estiver incompleto... reunir-nos-emos para um último adeus de um amigo. E, entre lágrimas abraçar-nos-emos. Então faremos promessas de nos encontrar mais vezes desde aquele dia em diante. Por fim, cada um vai para o seu lado para continuar a viver a sua vida, isolada do passado. E perder-nos-emos no tempo..... Por isso, fica aqui um pedido deste humilde amigo: não deixes que a vida te passe em branco, e que pequenas adversidades sejam a causa de grandes tempestades.... Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Fernando Pessoa - Dedicatória aos amigos]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-2488212911109041533?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2488212911109041533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2488212911109041533' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2488212911109041533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2488212911109041533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-dia-maioria-de-nos-ira-separar-se.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sku5RL1SFgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/viANxw1ROdY/s72-c/Euphoria_by_anti00gravity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-5362513002801464069</id><published>2009-06-29T11:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:47:42.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SkibrpGJ7VI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4IcO3hroKYs/s1600-h/Voices__by_awakeonatrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352699331198184786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SkibrpGJ7VI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4IcO3hroKYs/s400/Voices__by_awakeonatrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Voem meus sonhos, minhas ilusões. Voem e levem convosco toda a tristeza e mágoa que sinto no coração."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-5362513002801464069?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5362513002801464069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=5362513002801464069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5362513002801464069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5362513002801464069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/voem-meus-sonhos-minhas-ilusoes.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SkibrpGJ7VI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4IcO3hroKYs/s72-c/Voices__by_awakeonatrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4709469954130605022</id><published>2009-06-28T17:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:58:11.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Skeg_Ji6aQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y-8d4rGYWD0/s1600-h/I_saw_a_light_by_PiotrWdowka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352423688907680002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Skeg_Ji6aQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y-8d4rGYWD0/s400/I_saw_a_light_by_PiotrWdowka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"De um momento para o outro tudo muda, tudo para.&lt;br /&gt;E quer-se voltar atrás e não se pode, e quer-se esquecer e não se consegue.&lt;br /&gt;As forças faltam-nos, o corpo já não nos obedece, mas a cabeça essa, mantêm-se intacta corroendo o nosso ser com todas aquelas questões já nossas conhecidas do “porquê a mim?”, “que fiz eu?”.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estes pensamentos nos atingem, e a raiva nos queima e se infunde no nosso coração e na nossa cabeça, lembramo-nos de que a vida não é justa e nunca nos prometeram que seria. É assim a vida, tem o bom e o mau. Erguemo-nos acima disso, vivemos com isso, mas compreender realmente, já é algo muito diferente."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4709469954130605022?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4709469954130605022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4709469954130605022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4709469954130605022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4709469954130605022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-um-momento-para-o-outro-tudo-muda.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Skeg_Ji6aQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y-8d4rGYWD0/s72-c/I_saw_a_light_by_PiotrWdowka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-371922059746614928</id><published>2009-06-20T17:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:20:33.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sj0MNvYJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1_eUhwOyMsM/s1600-h/Waiting_for_you_III_by_Nighthaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349445362581631202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sj0MNvYJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1_eUhwOyMsM/s400/Waiting_for_you_III_by_Nighthaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma palavra caída&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das montanhas dos instantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desmancha todos os mares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e une as terras mais distantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Timidez - Cecília Meireles]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-371922059746614928?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/371922059746614928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=371922059746614928' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/371922059746614928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/371922059746614928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-palavra-caida-das-montanhas-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sj0MNvYJ8OI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1_eUhwOyMsM/s72-c/Waiting_for_you_III_by_Nighthaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2249700625096113180</id><published>2009-06-19T16:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:46:17.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SjuxkL5UzqI/AAAAAAAAAas/xkybvpC7VgU/s1600-h/Liquid_Echo_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349064217659231906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SjuxkL5UzqI/AAAAAAAAAas/xkybvpC7VgU/s400/Liquid_Echo_by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Procura aquele lugar onde o céu e o mar se encontrem sempre com o meu olhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procura aquele momento em que as estrelas te preencham a palma da mão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procura aquele espaço onde a alma repousa e também se acende.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E leva-me contigo naquele teu tapete mágico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu não sei se é a isto que chamam de amor, não sei se é disto que ele é feito, mas sei que ando lá perto."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &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/3330574541940506609-2249700625096113180?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2249700625096113180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2249700625096113180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2249700625096113180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2249700625096113180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/procura-aquele-lugar-onde-o-ceu-e-o-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SjuxkL5UzqI/AAAAAAAAAas/xkybvpC7VgU/s72-c/Liquid_Echo_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7856682303256164146</id><published>2009-06-18T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:28:32.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sjqiney4ecI/AAAAAAAAAak/-mHTK2dMje4/s1600-h/Watermelon_by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348766306620963266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sjqiney4ecI/AAAAAAAAAak/-mHTK2dMje4/s400/Watermelon_by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A simplicidade genuína de uma criança, a minha bateria da alegria, o meu espanta mau humor."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7856682303256164146?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7856682303256164146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7856682303256164146' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7856682303256164146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7856682303256164146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplicidade-genuina-de-uma-crianca.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sjqiney4ecI/AAAAAAAAAak/-mHTK2dMje4/s72-c/Watermelon_by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7786300034840801238</id><published>2009-06-09T17:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:25:41.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Si6M7LsvO7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vmXDfKnckxc/s1600-h/Waiting_for_the_Snow_by_grace_note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345364756115962802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Si6M7LsvO7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vmXDfKnckxc/s400/Waiting_for_the_Snow_by_grace_note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A cabeça diz-nos que não há milagres, mas o coração insiste em crer que um milagre de vez em quando, além de não alterar a ordem do mundo, viria bem como compensação das inevitáveis tristezas da vida."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7786300034840801238?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7786300034840801238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7786300034840801238' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7786300034840801238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7786300034840801238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/cabeca-diz-nos-que-nao-ha-milagres-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Si6M7LsvO7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vmXDfKnckxc/s72-c/Waiting_for_the_Snow_by_grace_note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-796147412508091318</id><published>2009-06-05T18:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:16:49.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SilSzd97-8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XEIkZRrqJ2Y/s1600-h/kenan_dogulu_olmaz_XIV_by_mehmeturgut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343893477023022018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SilSzd97-8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XEIkZRrqJ2Y/s400/kenan_dogulu_olmaz_XIV_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estás em cada página que leio, em cada palavra que escrevo, em cada nota que escuto.&lt;br /&gt;Só tu desenhas o meu coração, só tu o tocas, só tu és capaz de o preencher.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nada sem ti."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Na demanda daquele amor [ir]reflectido de perder a respiração.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-796147412508091318?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/796147412508091318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=796147412508091318' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/796147412508091318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/796147412508091318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/estas-em-cada-pagina-que-leio-em-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SilSzd97-8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XEIkZRrqJ2Y/s72-c/kenan_dogulu_olmaz_XIV_by_mehmeturgut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1935995385533553391</id><published>2009-06-05T13:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:03:17.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SikUxJW3B4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Cd84arE48dY/s1600-h/Napping_in_Nature_by_shesjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343825267409749890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SikUxJW3B4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Cd84arE48dY/s400/Napping_in_Nature_by_shesjack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Como eu gostava de ser tão simples como a poesia, existindo como notas musicais marcadas com tempo e sentido. O que oferecia para dançar ao sabor do vento, vaguear pelo mar, flutuar através do tempo(...)"&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/3330574541940506609-1935995385533553391?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1935995385533553391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1935995385533553391' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1935995385533553391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1935995385533553391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-eu-gostava-de-ser-tao-simples-como.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SikUxJW3B4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Cd84arE48dY/s72-c/Napping_in_Nature_by_shesjack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8085071839250634953</id><published>2009-06-04T10:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:17:54.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SieRHDM-h6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ALhHBX9zmXM/s1600-h/_______by_thailinh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399033203230626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SieRHDM-h6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ALhHBX9zmXM/s400/_______by_thailinh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Que as folhas da vida&lt;br /&gt;sejam preenchidas&lt;br /&gt;de cores vibrantes&lt;br /&gt;e belas histórias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-8085071839250634953?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8085071839250634953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8085071839250634953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8085071839250634953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8085071839250634953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-as-folhas-da-vida-sejam-preenchidas.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SieRHDM-h6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/ALhHBX9zmXM/s72-c/_______by_thailinh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6366082073727641978</id><published>2009-06-03T10:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:27:11.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SiZA477WH6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/HbuYMSxM-n4/s1600-h/Little_Feet__by_SM_Photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343029354825129890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SiZA477WH6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/HbuYMSxM-n4/s400/Little_Feet__by_SM_Photography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Que as palavras por mim expressas te embalem, te conduzam ao universo da fantasia. Te demonstrem aqueles locais recônditos da minha suave imaginação. E que no final de tudo, te recordes de mim. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6366082073727641978?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6366082073727641978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6366082073727641978' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6366082073727641978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6366082073727641978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-as-palavras-por-mim-expressas-te.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SiZA477WH6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/HbuYMSxM-n4/s72-c/Little_Feet__by_SM_Photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3594989435193830440</id><published>2009-06-01T19:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:47:24.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SiQh8Fgt1RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6KkqBh7ISTU/s1600-h/Good_times_gone_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342432374123517202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SiQh8Fgt1RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6KkqBh7ISTU/s400/Good_times_gone_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A cabeça pesava, o coração como que explodia, e os olhos teimavam em fechar.&lt;br /&gt;As vozes tornavam-se difusas, o escuro aproximava-se e as lágrimas principiavam a cair. Mas eu só me lembrava de ti, de como estarias lá fora sentada à espera do meu retorno. Como reagirias ao meu não regresso, as lágrimas que derramarias, o buraco que se instalaria em ti, em como a tua voz sumiria, assim como todo o teu belo sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta confusão de enfermeiras e médicos, tu apareces-te, agarras-te a minha mão e eu segurei-me a ti, como a minha derradeira esperança."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Existem instantes únicos, momentos indispensáveis, ocasiões irrepetíveis. E este talvez tenha sido o meu. Obrigado por estares presente e me concederes mais um dia da minha longa vida.]&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/3330574541940506609-3594989435193830440?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3594989435193830440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3594989435193830440' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3594989435193830440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3594989435193830440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/06/cabeca-pesava-o-coracao-como-que.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SiQh8Fgt1RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6KkqBh7ISTU/s72-c/Good_times_gone_by_appleplusskeleton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8009461127316327103</id><published>2009-05-27T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:08:29.563+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sh0RBz9h-SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B09wrxGpp9U/s1600-h/PIC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340443455957104930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sh0RBz9h-SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B09wrxGpp9U/s400/PIC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“E com estes pensamentos sigo cegamente numa direcção incerta que me leva de encontro ao meu querido e imenso mar.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a maresia de encontro ao meu rosto como se de um leve beijo se tratasse, e penetro finalmente na água límpida e gelada que há tanto por mim clamava.&lt;br /&gt;Passo as minhas mãos pela água vendo-a fluir entre os meus dedos e lentamente recordo-me do momento em que te viras-te para mim e disses-te:&lt;br /&gt;-Só saberás realmente como é quando entrares lá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aterrada, o mundo era imenso, mas tu deste-me a mão, eu sustive a respiração e finalmente entrei.&lt;br /&gt;Com a água pelos joelhos, sentindo toda a força do mar a rebentar nas minhas pernas, o mundo tornou-se maior para mim (…)&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me esquecerei do poder que me deste nesse dia.”&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/3330574541940506609-8009461127316327103?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8009461127316327103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8009461127316327103' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8009461127316327103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8009461127316327103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-com-estes-pensamentos-sigo-cegamente_27.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sh0RBz9h-SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B09wrxGpp9U/s72-c/PIC_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8609696053077617465</id><published>2009-05-25T12:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:21:25.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artigos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp71MhlC0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/MNMJLdxn7QY/s1600-h/Whale_made_of____by_kinkei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339716462026492738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp71MhlC0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/MNMJLdxn7QY/s400/Whale_made_of____by_kinkei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mais de 2 milhões de baleias foram mortas no século XX. Estima-se que entre 50 mil e 60 mil baleias foram mortas por ano durante o período da caça comercial mundial, que atingiu o seu apogeu em 1961, quando a indústria baleeira conseguiu o triste recorde de 70 mil animais mortos. Na tentativa de conter o ritmo alucinado com que as espécies estavam a ser caçadas, a CIB declarou, em 1986, a moratória da caça comercial por tempo indeterminado. Ainda assim, desde que a moratória foi declarada, quase 14 mil baleias foram mortas, sendo que 7 mil abatidas pelo Japão. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Japão tenta justificar a sua actividade baleeira com o argumento de que se encontra a efectuar pesquisas científicas para reunir dados sobre o tamanho e a estrutura das populações de baleias. No entanto, tais informações poderiam muito bem ser colectadas por pesquisas que não envolvessem a morte de animais. A "caça científica" é uma falsa justificativa para os baleeiros continuarem a caçar comercialmente, apesar da proibição. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A caça está a acabar com animais especiais e importantes para o ecossistema marinho. Além disso, grandes mamíferos de topo de cadeia, como as baleias, são indicadores da saúde do ambiente e da biodiversidade disponível para o futuro. O seu desaparecimento é um empobrecimento biológico, o que compromete as condições de sobrevivência do próprio Homem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Se acreditas, tal como eu, que poderá existir uma outra forma de pesquisa, onde o abatimento de animais tão extraordinários não seja necessário.&lt;/strong&gt; Envia a tua baleia para o primeiro ministro japonês Yasuo Fukuda. A minha neste momento já se encontra a caminho do Japão.&lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[  &lt;a href="http://www.send-a-whale.com/sendawhale/landing.php"&gt;http://www.send-a-whale.com/sendawhale/landing.php&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&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/3330574541940506609-8609696053077617465?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8609696053077617465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8609696053077617465' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8609696053077617465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8609696053077617465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-de-2-milhoes-de-baleias-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp71MhlC0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/MNMJLdxn7QY/s72-c/Whale_made_of____by_kinkei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-5809677276499103255</id><published>2009-05-25T11:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:43:39.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp171L4rZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ixAVWBetcJU/s1600-h/The_Lookout_by_chrisgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp171L4rZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ixAVWBetcJU/s1600-h/The_Lookout_by_chrisgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339709978950806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp171L4rZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ixAVWBetcJU/s400/The_Lookout_by_chrisgin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tu estavas, avó, sentada na soleira da tua porta, aberta para a noite estrelada e imensa, para o céu de que nada sabias e por onde nunca viajarias, para o silêncio dos campos e das árvores assombradas, e disseste, com a serenidade dos teus noventa anos e o fogo de uma adolescência nunca perdida: "O mundo é tão bonito e eu tenho tanta pena de morrer." Assim mesmo. Eu estava lá."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[José Saramago - As pequenas memórias]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-5809677276499103255?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5809677276499103255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=5809677276499103255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5809677276499103255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5809677276499103255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-estavas-avo-sentada-na-soleira-da.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Shp171L4rZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ixAVWBetcJU/s72-c/The_Lookout_by_chrisgin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2544196650600758153</id><published>2009-05-21T15:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:35:22.555+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShVlg0Z7rEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ady71TSF91k/s1600-h/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338284547815222338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShVlg0Z7rEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ady71TSF91k/s400/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cause if you jump I will jump too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will fall together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the building's ledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never looking back at what we've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll say it was love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I would die for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on skyway avenue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are your guts to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soaring through, through the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you take that last step&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll follow you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave the edge and fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're finally alive"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[we the kings - skyway avenue (acoustic)]&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/3330574541940506609-2544196650600758153?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2544196650600758153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2544196650600758153' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2544196650600758153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2544196650600758153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-if-you-jump-i-will-jump-too-we.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShVlg0Z7rEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ady71TSF91k/s72-c/Is_this_Love_by_aNdikapatRya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4990853006987596218</id><published>2009-05-20T19:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:52:15.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historias'/><title type='text'>[Não existe limite]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShRM5liG17I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DxtVol9i2hQ/s1600-h/Please__please__draw_me_a_bee_by_ploop26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337976010552301490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShRM5liG17I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DxtVol9i2hQ/s400/Please__please__draw_me_a_bee_by_ploop26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Era uma vez um menino proveniente de uma família muito pobre.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da sua curta existência já eram mais aos vezes que tinha ouvido um não do que um sim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tinha mochila, possuía um único caderno gasto e um lápis há muito envelhecido. Ia descalço para a escola e nem sempre com comida no estômago.&lt;br /&gt;Aos onze anos o menino foi obrigado a trabalhar, “a quarta classe já era mais do que suficiente para um pobretanas daqueles” como diziam alguns dos seus vizinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Aos catorze anos e como se a sua vida já não tivesse sido má o suficiente, fica órfão.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém a quem recorrer, o menino vê-se só no mundo. Daí em diante e talvez por causa de todas as mágoas sofridas, o menino adopta uma nova atitude, torna-se impulsivo e coloca-se em demasiadas situações de violência.&lt;br /&gt;Numa crescente de incapacidade de lidar com os seus problemas o menino envereda cada vez mais em atitudes menos próprias, até que de repente e sem qualquer aviso prévio, este se apaixona por uma doce menina de caracóis doirados.&lt;br /&gt;Esta e através da sua incansável paciência e constante dedicação ao menino, recorda-o da criança outrora dócil que ele foi, mostrando-lhe todo o lado por descobrir da sua nova vida(…)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hoje o outrora menino frequenta a escola, possui objectos por si só imaginados e visitou locais inatingíveis. &lt;strong&gt;Porque não existe limite até onde ir. Porque não devemos permitir que alguém nos coloque algum. Há que sonhar e “dar largas” a nossa imaginação. Porque essa jamais terá limites.]&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/3330574541940506609-4990853006987596218?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4990853006987596218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4990853006987596218' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4990853006987596218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4990853006987596218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-existe-limite.html' title='[Não existe limite]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShRM5liG17I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DxtVol9i2hQ/s72-c/Please__please__draw_me_a_bee_by_ploop26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1710044975238898121</id><published>2009-05-19T10:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:52:32.060+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'>[um singelo e simples parabéns]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShKB6q873JI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ku31gJ8VTu0/s1600-h/Pierrot_loves_Pierrette_by_ploop26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337471353349725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShKB6q873JI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ku31gJ8VTu0/s400/Pierrot_loves_Pierrette_by_ploop26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Porque as cores serão sempre poucas para te preencher, porque as palavras serão sempre poucas para te definir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sentimento é imenso, e as saudades serão mais que muitas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque um dia eu sei que a felicidade fará parte integrante de ti, mas por enquanto eu estarei aqui para te ajudar a encontra-la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um singelo e simples parabéns."&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/3330574541940506609-1710044975238898121?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1710044975238898121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1710044975238898121' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1710044975238898121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1710044975238898121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-singelo-e-simples-parabens.html' title='[um singelo e simples parabéns]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ShKB6q873JI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ku31gJ8VTu0/s72-c/Pierrot_loves_Pierrette_by_ploop26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8469531501699695270</id><published>2009-05-16T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:22:26.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historias'/><title type='text'>[Era uma vez]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sg7UjSr1MrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RAr9GQI736o/s1600-h/The_Princess___dream_by_ploop26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336436311256806066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sg7UjSr1MrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RAr9GQI736o/s400/The_Princess___dream_by_ploop26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Lembro-me de quando era pequena. Daquele instante em que apagavas a luz e eu naquele crepúsculo te pegava na mão e suplicava com voz infantil:&lt;br /&gt;-Só mais uma. Conta-me só mais uma.&lt;br /&gt;E tu como que sorrias e eu sabia que tinha vencido outra vez. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabia antecipadamente as palavras mágicas que me dirias a seguir...Era uma vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu ansiava por elas, aquelas simples palavras que me enchiam o universo infantil de princesas, fadas, duendes, dragões. Onde eu podia voar e era senhora de poderes mágicos. Onde o tempo corria ao contrário e o impossivel tendia a acontecer(...)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Obrigado por fazeres de mim a princesa daquele reino distante e esquecido, que ainda hoje tendo a revisitar.]&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/3330574541940506609-8469531501699695270?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8469531501699695270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8469531501699695270' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8469531501699695270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8469531501699695270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-uma-vez.html' title='[Era uma vez]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sg7UjSr1MrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RAr9GQI736o/s72-c/The_Princess___dream_by_ploop26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6266278180693667713</id><published>2009-05-14T19:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:25:45.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sgxhj6KvVQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7F9VYksPUQ0/s1600-h/___and_breathe_out_by_Gwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335746928064812290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sgxhj6KvVQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7F9VYksPUQ0/s400/___and_breathe_out_by_Gwarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A verdade é que a vida tem inúmeros nãos. E esta é uma realidade incontornável com a qual teremos de lidar."&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/3330574541940506609-6266278180693667713?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6266278180693667713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6266278180693667713' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6266278180693667713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6266278180693667713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/verdade-e-que-vida-tem-inumeros-naos.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sgxhj6KvVQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/7F9VYksPUQ0/s72-c/___and_breathe_out_by_Gwarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3798052528763377697</id><published>2009-05-08T11:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:55:27.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'>[para ti minha querida]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SgQN1UoA3bI/AAAAAAAAASs/w-F-jRiDEGM/s1600-h/Friendship_by_ollaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403068434275762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SgQN1UoA3bI/AAAAAAAAASs/w-F-jRiDEGM/s400/Friendship_by_ollaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como qualquer outra pessoa, poderia iniciar com um "muitas felicidades", pelo menos seria o mais lógico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contudo e como o que é entendido como felicidade é muito discutivel, não o irei fazer. Até porque o que eu afirmo como felicidade, não é de todo o mesmo que tu afirmas, e mesmo tu numa situação diferente, entenderás felicidade como algo diferente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso contudo afirmar que a felicidade são fragmentos de vida e portanto eu espero que contes imensos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao longo da tua vida existirão pessoas que te marcarão, existirão pessoas que te deixarão e existirão ainda pessoas que te marcarão e deixarão. Há primeira vista nenhuma das opções parece ser a mais indicada, mas a verdade é que não é pelo tempo que permanecemos com uma pessoa que construímos algo melhor ou pior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei se te marquei, tal como não sei se não te deixarei mas de algo tenho total certeza, tu partilhas-te comigo inúmeros momentos dos quais não tenciono abdicar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez e subitamente venha a sair de cena, tornando-me somente mais uma recordação feliz, mas quem sabe se numa rua perdida daqui a imensos anos, não verás um rosto envelhecido mas similar ao meu, sorrirás e por fim farás aquela "tal viagem no tempo", recordando cada sorriso, cada expressão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim. Não te poderei prender a mim, tal como não poderei prender todas as pessoas que amo, contudo e até mais importante do que o simples facto de que me lembrarei de ti, fica a promessa de que não te esquecerei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um até já minha querida"&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/3330574541940506609-3798052528763377697?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3798052528763377697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3798052528763377697' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3798052528763377697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3798052528763377697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-ti-minha-querida.html' title='[para ti minha querida]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SgQN1UoA3bI/AAAAAAAAASs/w-F-jRiDEGM/s72-c/Friendship_by_ollaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1475339362363141755</id><published>2009-05-03T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:50:52.749+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sf4C6DFYLtI/AAAAAAAAASk/aGtlEDQAUr0/s1600-h/a_story_told_by_the_sky___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331702205136776914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sf4C6DFYLtI/AAAAAAAAASk/aGtlEDQAUr0/s400/a_story_told_by_the_sky___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You see life is a crazy thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'll be good time and there'll be bad times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything in between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's gonna be a rainy day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There´s nothing we can do to make it change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can pray for sunny weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that won't stop the rain"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[James morrison - please don't stop the rain]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[obrigado pelo coment do "tu bates mal". pena eu ainda nao ter tatuado a minha, pelo menos nao completamente... (fica aqui a resposta, já que nao consigo comentar)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-1475339362363141755?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1475339362363141755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1475339362363141755' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1475339362363141755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1475339362363141755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-see-life-is-crazy-thing-therell-be.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sf4C6DFYLtI/AAAAAAAAASk/aGtlEDQAUr0/s72-c/a_story_told_by_the_sky___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1898702335983534661</id><published>2009-05-02T17:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:07:51.692+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sfx66veq4UI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QBJ6ipxy3X4/s1600-h/the_end__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331271208495931714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sfx66veq4UI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QBJ6ipxy3X4/s400/the_end__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Inúmeras poderiam ser as palavras por onde iniciar. Diversos os pensamentos a percorrer. E no entanto sinto que serão sempre vagos, incompletos até.&lt;br /&gt;Como te tentar definir por palavras, como exprimir o que foram estes anos, como clarear todas as emoções presentes nos diversos momentos, como especificar as ocasiões perdidas, como proferir as palavras não ditas.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um preciso de ti bastasse, talvez um gosto de ti servisse e no entanto as saudades que sentirei de ti não permaneceriam totalmente expressas por estas palavras.&lt;br /&gt; Simplesmente não se define quem se gosta, não se escolhe quem se gosta. Existem pessoas que pura e unicamente tu não consegues ou não queres tirar da tua vida, que se impõe e condicionam a tua existência. Fatalista? Talvez, mas não deixa de ser menos verdade. E sem duvida que tu és uma delas para mim."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Porque em breve outro capítulo se encerrará. Mas as saudades permanecerão.Porque lembrar-me-ei de todas as pessoas com quem aprendi a sorrir e que me fizeram sorrir, mas ainda mais importante que isso, não me esquecerei de todas as pessoas que pertenceram a minha vida e as das quais também pertenci.&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&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/3330574541940506609-1898702335983534661?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1898702335983534661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1898702335983534661' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1898702335983534661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1898702335983534661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/05/inumeras-poderiam-ser-as-palavras-por.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sfx66veq4UI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QBJ6ipxy3X4/s72-c/the_end__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4214549988489682953</id><published>2009-04-25T20:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:34:26.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>[Take Me Away]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SfNlhMZp2uI/AAAAAAAAARU/CCRGa7n1sMs/s1600-h/porcelain_by_Soyismyhomeboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328714405048343266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SfNlhMZp2uI/AAAAAAAAARU/CCRGa7n1sMs/s400/porcelain_by_Soyismyhomeboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This time what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want is you there is no one else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can take your place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen enough and it's never enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got nothing left to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take me away"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Lifehouse - Take Me Away (acoustic)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4214549988489682953?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4214549988489682953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4214549988489682953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4214549988489682953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4214549988489682953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-away.html' title='[Take Me Away]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SfNlhMZp2uI/AAAAAAAAARU/CCRGa7n1sMs/s72-c/porcelain_by_Soyismyhomeboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-9141714933364964031</id><published>2009-04-22T20:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:25:36.362+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>[só]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Se9vF_QuAnI/AAAAAAAAARM/r6f7leFWApg/s1600-h/You_Will_Understand_Me__by_TikiLlanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327599032874173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Se9vF_QuAnI/AAAAAAAAARM/r6f7leFWApg/s400/You_Will_Understand_Me__by_TikiLlanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E vejo-me em casa. Não acendo a luz, choro sozinha na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Choro com as minhas incertezas, as minhas desilusões, as minhas inquietudes. Aquelas que me assombram sempre que por algum motivo o dia se tornou mais sombrio e tenebroso.&lt;br /&gt;Permaneço ali. Vazia. Em carne viva. Há espera que tudo passe. Há espera que elas me soltem finalmente. Integre a mim própria, ou pelo menos ao que restou de mim.&lt;br /&gt;[Porque quando as coisas são verdadeiramente importantes, quando se chega ao limite de cada coisa, estamos sós. Sempre e irremediavelmente sós.]"&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/3330574541940506609-9141714933364964031?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/9141714933364964031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=9141714933364964031' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/9141714933364964031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/9141714933364964031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='[só]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Se9vF_QuAnI/AAAAAAAAARM/r6f7leFWApg/s72-c/You_Will_Understand_Me__by_TikiLlanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6530307251080754524</id><published>2009-04-15T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:33:52.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SeYmpMGm5xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FSuZ12cZgKU/s1600-h/Wake_Up_Snow_White_by_Marinshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324986098477623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SeYmpMGm5xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FSuZ12cZgKU/s400/Wake_Up_Snow_White_by_Marinshe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[Wake up snow white because perfect prince on the white horse doesn’t exists.]&lt;br /&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/3330574541940506609-6530307251080754524?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6530307251080754524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6530307251080754524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6530307251080754524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6530307251080754524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up-snow-white-because-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SeYmpMGm5xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/FSuZ12cZgKU/s72-c/Wake_Up_Snow_White_by_Marinshe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1210441639605122426</id><published>2009-04-09T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:20:54.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saude'/><title type='text'>[perder 5 minutos e ganhar uma vida]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sd3mUuXWOUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/am00fdhjuYY/s1600-h/Breast_Cancer_Awareness02_by_Varass.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322663578339522882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sd3mUuXWOUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/am00fdhjuYY/s400/Breast_Cancer_Awareness02_by_Varass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A prevalência de cancro da mama aumenta com a idade, e embora afecte quase exclusivamente o sexo feminino, poderá surgir também no masculino.&lt;br /&gt;As manifestações clínicas do mesmo poderão ir de um simples &lt;strong&gt;inchaço&lt;/strong&gt; (edema) que não desaparece, uma &lt;strong&gt;pele rugosa&lt;/strong&gt; (aspecto casca de laranja) ou uma &lt;strong&gt;secreção mamilar&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;alterações de forma&lt;/strong&gt; e mesmo à presença de &lt;strong&gt;massas&lt;/strong&gt; (nódulos).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;mamografia&lt;/strong&gt; é o melhor instrumento de diagnóstico deste cancro. Porém e visto não ser recomendada a mulheres jovens (visto a densidade mamária ser diferente), poderá e deverá ser realizada &lt;strong&gt;ecografia mamária&lt;/strong&gt; a partir dos 20 anos de idade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para quem se sente retraída com este género de exames de diagnóstico existe uma outra forma de detectar precocemente alterações, o &lt;strong&gt;auto-exame da mama&lt;/strong&gt;. Este deverá ser realizado mensalmente no 4, 5 dia após o término da menstruação (no caso de pessoas não menstruadas, escolher um dia do mês e faze-lo nesse dia).&lt;br /&gt;Neste auto-exame, a mulher coloca-se em frente de um espelho e observa o tamanho/ simetria das mamas, a presença de edema, a posição do mamilo, entre outros parâmetros. Depois com o braço do lado da mama a palpar colocado atrás da cabeça, e com a ajuda de 3 dedos, palpa em movimentos circulares da zona mais externa do mamilo até ao centro; movimentos de vai e vem da zona externa para o mamilo e movimentos descendentes e ascendentes do limite externo da mama para o interno.&lt;br /&gt;É importante palpar a zona axilar, visto que a maioria das massas (possíveis cancros) se situa neste local."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [Todos temos pouco tempo, ou pensamos ter. Mas para 4 mulheres em cada dia, este tempo esgota-se. E tu, vais perder 5 minutos e ganhar uma vida?] &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[com colaboraçao da Íris]&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/3330574541940506609-1210441639605122426?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1210441639605122426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1210441639605122426' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1210441639605122426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1210441639605122426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/04/perder-5-minutos-e-ganhar-uma-vida.html' title='[perder 5 minutos e ganhar uma vida]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sd3mUuXWOUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/am00fdhjuYY/s72-c/Breast_Cancer_Awareness02_by_Varass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-5282299586611325724</id><published>2009-04-07T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:38:31.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>[O mal todo do romantismo]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdtXQQhN4VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tFkyCcy5-cc/s1600-h/Project__Valentine__s_Day_II_by_nAgLiMaNtAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943321492185426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdtXQQhN4VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tFkyCcy5-cc/s400/Project__Valentine__s_Day_II_by_nAgLiMaNtAs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O mal todo do romantismo é a confusão entre o que nos é preciso e o que desejamos. Todos nós precisamos das coisas indispensáveis à vida, à sua conservação e ao seu continuamento; todos nós desejamos uma vida mais perfeita, uma felicidade completa, a realidade dos nossos sonhos e É humano querer o que nos é preciso, e é humano desejar o que não nos é preciso, mas é para nós desejável. O que é doença é desejar com igual intensidade o que é preciso e o que é desejável, e sofrer por não ser perfeito como se se sofresse por não ter pão. O mal romântico é este: é querer a lua como se houvesse maneira de a obter."Não se pode comer um bolo sem o perder."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bernardo Soares - Livro do Desassossego]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-5282299586611325724?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5282299586611325724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=5282299586611325724' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5282299586611325724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/5282299586611325724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mal-todo-do-romantismo_07.html' title='[O mal todo do romantismo]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdtXQQhN4VI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tFkyCcy5-cc/s72-c/Project__Valentine__s_Day_II_by_nAgLiMaNtAs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7253096086363356041</id><published>2009-04-05T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:28:19.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>[Ao longo do caminho]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdjpiWT_lYI/AAAAAAAAANc/faszTmlZZyA/s1600-h/24a65f45bd12c46281e63f4e882cc5c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321259736052503938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdjpiWT_lYI/AAAAAAAAANc/faszTmlZZyA/s400/24a65f45bd12c46281e63f4e882cc5c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não posso negar o que vi, o que cheirei, o que senti, o que amei. Não posso negar que fui feliz, se fecho os olhos e sinto outra vez todos os instantes felizes. Não, não posso negar que atravessei rios contigo, que te ensinei o nome das estrelas, que ouvimos juntos os pássaros e o vento nas árvores, que caminhei pelas ruas de mãos dadas contigo e que houve outros momentos que não foram felizes mas que, mesmo então e mesmo ao longo dos corredores dos hospitais, havia uma luz ao fundo e essa luz indicava o caminho. Enquanto me lembrar, estarei vivo, porque esse é o mais certo indício de vida. Eu estarei vivo e, vivendo, não deixarei morrer quem caminhou comigo, ao longo do caminho."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;[Miguel Sousa Tavares - Não te deixarei morrer,David Crockett]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7253096086363356041?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7253096086363356041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7253096086363356041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7253096086363356041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7253096086363356041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/04/ao-longo-do-caminho.html' title='[Ao longo do caminho]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdjpiWT_lYI/AAAAAAAAANc/faszTmlZZyA/s72-c/24a65f45bd12c46281e63f4e882cc5c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2552040901591567194</id><published>2009-03-31T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:59:11.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>[último momento]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdKAVuMqknI/AAAAAAAAANE/_909Y0hU5_A/s1600-h/Baby__if_you__d_only_tell_me_by_MotyPest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319455220544737906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdKAVuMqknI/AAAAAAAAANE/_909Y0hU5_A/s400/Baby__if_you__d_only_tell_me_by_MotyPest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se este fosse o meu último momento. Se este fosse o meu derradeiro suspiro. Dir-te-ia o quanto és importante para mim, o quanto eu preciso de ti, o quanto eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Dir-te-ia que o amor não espera, que nos ensina a ver o futuro, a desejá-lo, a organizar tudo para que ele seja possível.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas este não é o meu derradeiro momento e muito menos o meu último suspiro, por isso permaneço naquele mundo sem palavras, onde somente o silêncio é permitido. Onde me assolas os pensamentos, onde revejo o teu olhar e cada centímetro da tua face, sentindo aquele imensa e incontrolável vontade de te tocar(...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Respirando por ti, muda e só por toda a eternidade."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-2552040901591567194?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2552040901591567194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2552040901591567194' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2552040901591567194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2552040901591567194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimo-momento.html' title='[último momento]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SdKAVuMqknI/AAAAAAAAANE/_909Y0hU5_A/s72-c/Baby__if_you__d_only_tell_me_by_MotyPest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4006442689947953318</id><published>2009-03-27T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:22:40.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artigos'/><title type='text'>[iluminar uma causa]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sc00stGbMoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ni1fW28iJvk/s1600-h/Taking_a_swim_by_ysellyra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317964677619856002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sc00stGbMoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ni1fW28iJvk/s400/Taking_a_swim_by_ysellyra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Milhões de elefantes africanos vão morrer dentro de anos, quando a água faltar de vez em África.&lt;br /&gt;O urso polar está também risco. Prevê-se que dois terços desapareçam nos próximos anos.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;O Fundo Mundial para a Natureza diz que se nada for feito, dez espécies animais vão desaparecer nos próximos anos. A culpa é do aquecimento global. No próximo dia 28 vai surgir mais um alerta: mil cidades em todo o Mundo vão ficar às escuras. Lisboa é a única cidade portuguesa a participar na “Hora do Planeta”, mas o gesto está ao alcance de cada um. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Este sábado, dia 28 de, Março, podes votar a favor do Planeta, basta desligares as luzes por uma hora, a partir das 20H30! Eu voto e tu?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4006442689947953318?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4006442689947953318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4006442689947953318' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4006442689947953318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4006442689947953318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/iluminar-uma-causa.html' title='[iluminar uma causa]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sc00stGbMoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ni1fW28iJvk/s72-c/Taking_a_swim_by_ysellyra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2250274583384743018</id><published>2009-03-19T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:38:33.047Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>[artigo da vida]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ScK65-D96nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vp5DeZwUgis/s1600-h/Higher_by_thailinh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016015325555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ScK65-D96nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vp5DeZwUgis/s400/Higher_by_thailinh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não acredito no fado. Não acredito no destino e muito menos acredito que sigo somente uma ideia maior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuso-me a engrossar o rol de tristes pessoas que nada faz na vida, que de nada corre atrás.&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;Quão triste seria a nossa existência se nada pudéssemos fazer à partida, meros comboios em carris descobertos. Quão monótonos seriam os nossos dias pré - programados nas nossas vidas pré - definidas.&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;Assumo que nem todos os dias são leves, mas também convenhamos que poucos são pesados. Assumo que possivelmente seria mais fácil desistir, mais simples abdicar. Viver numa realidade transversa, rudimentares peões do destino.&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se me perguntarem se ingressaria nessa realidade, mentiria ao proferir o “sim”. É tão bom sentir o sabor de cada dia, é tão bom crescer. É tão bom acrescentar cada palavra no artigo da nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-2250274583384743018?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2250274583384743018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2250274583384743018' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2250274583384743018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2250274583384743018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/artigo-da-vida.html' title='[artigo da vida]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ScK65-D96nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vp5DeZwUgis/s72-c/Higher_by_thailinh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-9175850863670218948</id><published>2009-03-18T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:16:17.075Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>[recordações boas e más]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ScFkPhqvw6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/EeLxuQtOTXw/s1600-h/6bb589cf301d11574cbd6480a97c1ad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314639253172372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ScFkPhqvw6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/EeLxuQtOTXw/s400/6bb589cf301d11574cbd6480a97c1ad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nalguma fase da tua existência, acabarás por integrar a vida de alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partilharás sorrisos, lágrimas, momentos de prazer e de tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contudo e por muito que tentes nunca deixarás de te tornar numa feliz(ou infeliz conforme os casos) recordação, num singelo momento, num infimo pedaço da vida desse alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é...deveriamos poder prender a nós as pessoas que amamos. Garantir que estarão sempre ali, que as veremos envelhecer, modificar, mas permanecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristemente a única pessoa que sempre nos acompanhará seremos nós próprios. De certo modo estamos todos condenados à solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todavia e porque eu acredito no potencial de um acto simples, no poder de um pormenor, creio que nos resta a nós, modificar esse nosso singelo momento. Há que arrebatar cada nova oportunidade, disfrutar de cada instante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poque recordações más e boas existem muitas, agora que nos marquem e marquem os outros são raríssimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-9175850863670218948?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/9175850863670218948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=9175850863670218948' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/9175850863670218948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/9175850863670218948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/recordacoes-boas-e-mas.html' title='[recordações boas e más]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ScFkPhqvw6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/EeLxuQtOTXw/s72-c/6bb589cf301d11574cbd6480a97c1ad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7611557045538720721</id><published>2009-03-10T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:21:15.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SbZbKTvEtjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LUiunZfiBdQ/s1600-h/4b93a78445c9fca0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311533043184612914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SbZbKTvEtjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LUiunZfiBdQ/s400/4b93a78445c9fca0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[A relevância não está no facto das escolhas serem boas ou más,mas sim no facto de sermos nós a escolher.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7611557045538720721?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7611557045538720721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7611557045538720721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7611557045538720721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7611557045538720721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/relevancia-nao-esta-no-facto-das.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SbZbKTvEtjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LUiunZfiBdQ/s72-c/4b93a78445c9fca0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-2580661335747893844</id><published>2009-03-07T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:13:37.993Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>[pequenos e grandes passos]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SbLU4pmY_FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e9-Vneur0aE/s1600-h/Kiss_Me_by_Green_Lemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310540980327873618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SbLU4pmY_FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e9-Vneur0aE/s400/Kiss_Me_by_Green_Lemonade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Every second chance begins with a first step.[...]"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[será que a primeira também não se inicia de igual forma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque não acreditar no futuro, porque não dar esse tal passo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ser feliz, ter o infinito, está somente à distancia desses pequenos e grandes passos que constroem a nossa vida]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-2580661335747893844?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2580661335747893844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=2580661335747893844' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2580661335747893844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/2580661335747893844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/pequenos-e-grandes-passos.html' title='[pequenos e grandes passos]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SbLU4pmY_FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/e9-Vneur0aE/s72-c/Kiss_Me_by_Green_Lemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3518163060607474796</id><published>2009-03-04T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:06:00.106+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>True colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sa6fs03ks1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bzGi5csD-Fs/s1600-h/0f6a2bee95e1e77b67986ffb8c6ad416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309356603171189586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sa6fs03ks1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bzGi5csD-Fs/s400/0f6a2bee95e1e77b67986ffb8c6ad416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[True colors are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3518163060607474796?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3518163060607474796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3518163060607474796' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3518163060607474796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3518163060607474796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-colors.html' title='True colors'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/Sa6fs03ks1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bzGi5csD-Fs/s72-c/0f6a2bee95e1e77b67986ffb8c6ad416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8634277979108383617</id><published>2009-02-17T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:06:26.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>[all the same]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZsh4JjYxnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CmxqsiZWC2o/s1600-h/SHE___ELLA_by_elultimodeseo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303870234679625330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZsh4JjYxnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CmxqsiZWC2o/s320/SHE___ELLA_by_elultimodeseo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Wrong or right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black or white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I's all the same]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-8634277979108383617?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8634277979108383617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8634277979108383617' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8634277979108383617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8634277979108383617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-same.html' title='[all the same]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZsh4JjYxnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CmxqsiZWC2o/s72-c/SHE___ELLA_by_elultimodeseo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-8289481669928990035</id><published>2009-02-16T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:05:34.863Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>[Mister Right]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZnjD50RlMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G2hsafM8_Eg/s1600-h/cc3b3962bc4fbc93de406d929d0d4352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303519692404659394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZnjD50RlMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G2hsafM8_Eg/s320/cc3b3962bc4fbc93de406d929d0d4352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não acredito que a pessoa certa exista. Nem a metáfora das laranjas, por mais bela e poética que seja, me convence de que existe uma alma gémea. Acredito que existe a relação certa, aquele relacionamento com uma pessoa que nos faz sentir felizes, protegidos e completos, quer para um lado, quer para o outro. Acredito em relações complementares entre pessoas de idades diferentes e vivências diferenciadas. (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que fazer quando se encontra a tal relação certa? é aqui que entra o trabalho de manutenção: depois de encontrar o Mister Right, é preciso verificar com frequência se ele está mesmo alright ou se pós maléficos se vão infiltrando na engrenagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes somos nós que nos fartamos da outra pessoa. Começamos a embirrar com a forma de andar, com o ruído que faz a sorver o café ou com o tique de piscar os olhos demasiadas vezes por minuto. Outras vezes é o nosso parceiro que se desinteressa de nós ou da vida que tem connosco.(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá trabalho encontrar a pessoa certa porque ela não é um ideal imaginado mas uma realidade construída. A pessoa certa só vence se trouxer consigo a relação certa. E as relações constroem-se todos os dias com bom senso, generosidade, imaginação, entrega e amor. Não há receitas nem na literatura nem no divã do psiquiatra, truques de bruxaria ou soluções na última página do suplemento. O entendimento é um processo alquímico, nem tudo do que este é feito depende da nossa vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas para lá de tudo isto reside uma verdade que bate qualquer argumento: a pessoa certa para nós só o pode ser se, ao olhar para nós, vir a pessoa certa para ela."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Onde reside o amor - Margarida Rebelo Pinto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-8289481669928990035?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8289481669928990035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=8289481669928990035' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8289481669928990035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/8289481669928990035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/02/mister-right.html' title='[Mister Right]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZnjD50RlMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/G2hsafM8_Eg/s72-c/cc3b3962bc4fbc93de406d929d0d4352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3587204236032378893</id><published>2009-02-15T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:59:57.568Z</updated><title type='text'>[Happiness]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZgROV1WMfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fWE6SNdg3a0/s1600-h/colours_by_RobbyP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303007499305497074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZgROV1WMfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fWE6SNdg3a0/s320/colours_by_RobbyP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happiness is like the old man told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for it, but you'll never find it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let it go, live your life and leave it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day, wake up and she'll be home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3587204236032378893?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3587204236032378893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3587204236032378893' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3587204236032378893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3587204236032378893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness.html' title='[Happiness]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SZgROV1WMfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fWE6SNdg3a0/s72-c/colours_by_RobbyP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6167391416456936686</id><published>2009-01-31T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:29:51.464Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>O rapaz do pijama às riscas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SYTAFEiseGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u0obZDAOkao/s1600-h/Emotions_contest__Fear_by_aerodread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297570255045687394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SYTAFEiseGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u0obZDAOkao/s320/Emotions_contest__Fear_by_aerodread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Ao regressar da escola, Bruno constata que as suas coisas estão a ser empacotadas. O seu pai tinha sido promovido no trabalho e toda a família tem de deixar a luxuosa casa onde vivia e mudar-se para outra cidade, onde Bruno não encontra ninguém com quem brincar nem nada para fazer. Pior do que isso, a nova casa é delimitada por uma vedação de arame que se estende a perder de vista e que o isola das pessoas que ele consegue ver, através da janela, do outro lado da vedação, as quais, curiosamente, usam todas um pijama às riscas. Como Bruno adora fazer explorações, certo dia, desobedecendo às ordens expressas do pai, resolve investigar até onde vai a vedação. É então que encontra um rapazinho mais ou menos da sua idade, vestido com o pijama às riscas que ele já tinha observado, e que em breve se torna o seu melhor amigo…»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Sinapse do livro de John Boyne, adaptado recentemente ao cinema e que estreou em Portugal na passada quinta feira.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trata-se da narraçao da forma como uma criança de nove anos, filha de um oficial nazi, se torna amigo de um menino judeu aprisionado nos campos de concentraçao. Sem duvida um livro que vale a pena ler.&lt;/div&gt;&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/3330574541940506609-6167391416456936686?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6167391416456936686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6167391416456936686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6167391416456936686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6167391416456936686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-rapaz-do-pijama-as-riscas.html' title='O rapaz do pijama às riscas'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SYTAFEiseGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/u0obZDAOkao/s72-c/Emotions_contest__Fear_by_aerodread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6301186489089994775</id><published>2009-01-04T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:48:31.849Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SWCT578iqNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hv9g9knE46A/s1600-h/inveja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287388586086410450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SWCT578iqNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hv9g9knE46A/s320/inveja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Há pessoas que nascem más, essa é uma fatalidade que as afecta a elas próprias ainda mais do que aos outros. A longo prazo, todas as cobras acabam por provar o seu próprio veneno."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Português Suave - Margarida Rebelo Pinto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6301186489089994775?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6301186489089994775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6301186489089994775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6301186489089994775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6301186489089994775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-pessoas-que-nascem-ms-essa-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SWCT578iqNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hv9g9knE46A/s72-c/inveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-23702363176866463</id><published>2008-12-25T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:48:43.097Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SVPUwYesNXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wiGV4CB2uFk/s1600-h/Lost_in_a_frame_of_love_by_protogeny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283800715505710450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SVPUwYesNXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wiGV4CB2uFk/s320/Lost_in_a_frame_of_love_by_protogeny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Tal como qualquer colecção de fotografias de família, era uma série desordenada que contava apenas fragmentos de uma história. A história real seria revelada pelas fotografias que faltavam ou que nunca tinham sido tiradas, não por aquelas que tinham sido tão cuidadosamente emolduradas ou arrumadas num envelope."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[A Ilha - Victoria Hislop]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-23702363176866463?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/23702363176866463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=23702363176866463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/23702363176866463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/23702363176866463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/tal-como-qualquer-coleco-de-fotografias.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SVPUwYesNXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wiGV4CB2uFk/s72-c/Lost_in_a_frame_of_love_by_protogeny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-122414241239699102</id><published>2008-12-18T08:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:13:46.658Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUoFSoUW1dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BG2cvokhOlM/s1600-h/2168309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281039330663912914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUoFSoUW1dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BG2cvokhOlM/s320/2168309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess I could have done things better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should have been there whenever he needed someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a feeling that I know would kill me, cause he's my heart, my soul, my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish sometimes he could read my mind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-122414241239699102?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/122414241239699102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=122414241239699102' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/122414241239699102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/122414241239699102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-guess-i-could-have-done-things-better.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUoFSoUW1dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BG2cvokhOlM/s72-c/2168309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4464271384269252386</id><published>2008-12-14T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:42:57.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUVvcud-yjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbZIwwZSemU/s1600-h/imaginary_friend_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279748677462575666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUVvcud-yjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbZIwwZSemU/s320/imaginary_friend_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everyone has an imaginary friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend that follows us everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A voice in our head that helps us in difficult moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A protection to the pains of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend that will never betray you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/3330574541940506609-4464271384269252386?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4464271384269252386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4464271384269252386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4464271384269252386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4464271384269252386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyone-has-imaginary-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUVvcud-yjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbZIwwZSemU/s72-c/imaginary_friend_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-4058245466097906217</id><published>2008-12-14T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:35:19.621Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUVtrmUXbBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H5x4itvC0Rw/s1600-h/3b94d6645c8e6af4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279746733949545490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUVtrmUXbBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H5x4itvC0Rw/s320/3b94d6645c8e6af4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;I still believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe in fairies, in strange creatures, in invisible people all around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe in speaking animals, in everything that normal persons think isn't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe in dreams, also the ones that normally cannot be realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe in immortality, and I still believe that everyone can be immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)And you? What do you believe?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-4058245466097906217?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4058245466097906217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=4058245466097906217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4058245466097906217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/4058245466097906217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-believe-in-magic-i-still-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUVtrmUXbBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H5x4itvC0Rw/s72-c/3b94d6645c8e6af4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-3084985343365649617</id><published>2008-12-13T14:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:59:57.706Z</updated><title type='text'>[caixa de velocidades]</title><content type='html'>"Será de mais afirmar que cada vez que me deparo com uma nova pessoa, sinto que estou a conduzir numa nova estrada, na qual o próximo quilómetro é de todo uma incógnita. Este quilómetro tanto poderá ser composto de um belo alcatrão [onde me vejo dominado pela vontade de acelerar sem fim], como poderá ser uma longa e tortuosa estrada, repleta de inúmeros e tremendos buracos [onde a simples rotação do pneu parece uma eternidade].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que contigo tive um embate inesperado. Encontrava-me eu em ponto morto, quase no limite das minhas forças , contra uma prestes e súbita descida vertiginosa, quando subitamente senti a primeira a engrenar e como que de um passe de mágica, tudo me pareceu muito mais calmo. Deixaram de ser apenas sombras que observava pelo canto do olho a voarem, deixou de ser o barulho infernal do vento a rasgar os vidros, deixou de ser a ameaça do volante, prestes a explodir nas minhas mãos que tremiam descontroladamente. Creio que foi nesse momento que e sem pensar, travei o carro e abri a porta. Não me importei mais com estradas nem quilómetros sem sentido. Esperava apenas o momento certo para voltar a fazer-me à estrada. O momento tardou, mas sempre apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a encontrar-te. Do inesperado, voltei a desejar percorrer mais um pouco dessa estrada que desconhecia. E assim foi. Entrei confiante no carro e fechei a porta com um sorriso na cara. O som do motor a começar a trabalhar nunca me pareceu tão belo. Tal era a confiança que sentia, destravei o carro, deixei-o descair um pouco e acelerei para o que sonhava. Estava no plano e a rolar como bem me apetecia.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antes os primeiros quilómetros de uma viagem desapareciam de tal bela forma. Da 2ª até à 5ª decorreram somente uns instantes. A alegria da condução estava bem patente na minha face. Não havia como disfarçar. Nem precisava de seguir as indicações que me iam surgindo, tal era a certeza que chegaria ao meu destino. Não precisei de abastecer nem uma gota, porque o ponteiro do combustível estava no seu auge, como nunca antes tinha estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que de repente tudo me aconteceu. A luz que outrora iluminava o meu caminho foi tremendamente aspirada, o terreno elevou-se demasiado para a potência do meu motor, senti os pneus a esvaziar lentamente e o ar a gritar de dor ao sair do plástico que o envolvia; e eu seguia, ou teimava em seguir, mesmo que com uns mínimos tímidos e ansiosos, com o ponteiro do combustível a descer incontrolavelmente. Porque será que me parecia que não tinha mais nenhum pneu com que pudesse substituir os que ainda teimavam em rolar, sabendo à partida o seu fim? Porque será que tudo isto me sabia a uma inversão de marcha?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, foi o medo que se apoderou de mim. O medo de ter mais um tremendo acidente e sair ileso. Sair sem nenhuma marca, sem nenhuma cicatriz tua, era esse o meu medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo que afinal nunca é fácil de percorrer essa estrada desconhecida que subitamente me apareceu pela frente. Mas eu ainda acredito. Acredito que algum dia perderei o medo de enfrentar esse asfalto que me faz tremer cada vez mais. Que tudo se resumirá ao som do motor a acelerar para o horizonte. E um dia espero que me conduzas tu, mostrando-me o que sempre perdi por ir assim tão agarrado ao volante. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nands]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-3084985343365649617?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3084985343365649617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=3084985343365649617' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3084985343365649617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/3084985343365649617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/caixa-de-velocidades.html' title='[caixa de velocidades]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-6921685538176422226</id><published>2008-12-12T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:17:10.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>[seta do cupido]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUKqb3fiLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-3-6beVVcSA/s1600-h/self_prepared_heart__by_plectrude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278969108961045906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUKqb3fiLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-3-6beVVcSA/s320/self_prepared_heart__by_plectrude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O que fazer quando a seta do Cupido nunca mais se consegue arrancar do alvo? Quando nela nascem ramos de laranjeira como no nariz do Pinóquio? Quando a ponta da seta se parte lá dentro em mil bocados de ferro e se começa a espalhar pelo sangue, contaminando-o com o chumbo da tristeza que nos faz pesar a cabeça e os membros e nos tolhe os movimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em telefonar à minha cardiologista e perguntar-lhe se há solução para tal inflamação cardíaca, mas temo que a resposta seja negativa ou inconclusiva. Ela, que em menos de uma hora conseguiu enfiar um tubo pela veia cava e colocar um oclusor no meu coração onde durante 40 anos existira um buraco, que salva vidas todos os dias consertando corações como quem lê o jornal e bebe a bica no café, não pode resolver este problema da seta encravada, porque quando sangramos, ninguém sangra connosco e a dor não se alivia com a partilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os estóicos sofrem em silêncio. Os heróicos procuram novas missões. Os depressivos fecham-se em casa. Os agressivos batem na família. E os fortes lutam. Lutam todos os dias, um dia atrás do outro, como fazem os ex-_-toxicodependentes, os alcoólicos anónimos e os que não desejam mais do que alcançar a liberdade e a paz de espírito depois de terem sofrido o horror da dependência. Lutar sempre, ainda que seja ficando quieto e calado, porque estar quieto também pode ser uma acção. Lutar devagar quando as forças são poucas, preparando o corpo e o espírito para lutar sempre com mais força, mas tudo com calma, em paz, na certeza de que cada dia pode trazer-nos o que precisamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito difícil viver com uma seta encravada, daquelas tortas que o Cupido deixou esquecida. Cansa, mói, desgasta, não mata mas envelhece, dói sempre e por isso não se esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Devia existir uma técnica de desencravar estas setas tal como existem detectores de minas e soldados especializados em desactivá-las. Mas as setas de Cupido nunca foram consideradas armas de guerra nem consta que o efeito que provocam possa dizimar uma nação. Os males do coração nunca foram considerados problemas de interesse nacional.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei a ficar piegas? Talvez. (...)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Margarida Rebelo Pinto]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-6921685538176422226?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6921685538176422226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=6921685538176422226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6921685538176422226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/6921685538176422226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/seta-do-cupido.html' title='[seta do cupido]'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUKqb3fiLZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-3-6beVVcSA/s72-c/self_prepared_heart__by_plectrude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-1511853478059927543</id><published>2008-12-11T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:09:00.666Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUEsxVPp-BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_CMWDSffk6g/s1600-h/Love_is_stronger_than_nature_by_ploop26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278549464282953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUEsxVPp-BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_CMWDSffk6g/s320/Love_is_stronger_than_nature_by_ploop26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"E subitamente o lobo apaixona-se pela menina.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos seus cabelos sedosos, pela sua pele fria, pela sua encantadora e genuína ingenuidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se pensar que este lobo é um pouco sadomasoquista, apaixonar-se logo pela sua comida. Mas porque não?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não somos nós a escolher o nosso próprio conto de fadas? O nosso final feliz?&lt;br /&gt;No meu, o lobo apaixona-se definitivamente pela menina.&lt;br /&gt;E vivem momentaneamente felizes para sempre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-1511853478059927543?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1511853478059927543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=1511853478059927543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1511853478059927543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/1511853478059927543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-subitamente-o-lobo-apaixona-se-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUEsxVPp-BI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_CMWDSffk6g/s72-c/Love_is_stronger_than_nature_by_ploop26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7295960438291469027</id><published>2008-12-11T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:27:28.049Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUD3-Fo7kOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ftRc76EXMpg/s1600-h/1412492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491409316024546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUD3-Fo7kOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ftRc76EXMpg/s320/1412492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agarra cada oportunidade. Conquista cada nova estrela no céu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oferece-a. De que vale o céu só para nós?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7295960438291469027?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7295960438291469027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7295960438291469027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7295960438291469027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7295960438291469027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/agarra-cada-oportunidade.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/SUD3-Fo7kOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ftRc76EXMpg/s72-c/1412492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3330574541940506609.post-7414351322282560923</id><published>2008-12-10T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:30:50.201Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ST_8ULUlv9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/D6Giv4osxYU/s1600-h/ma%C3%A7a+do+pecado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278214711868243922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ST_8ULUlv9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/D6Giv4osxYU/s320/ma%C3%A7a+do+pecado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Estilhaça-se o verniz, perdes a tua beleza, tocas com os pés no solo. Somem-se as tuas asas de anjo e vejo-te finalmente. As tuas palavras eloquentes já não preenchem cada centímetro do meu ser, e muito menos sigo cegamente aquela luz difusa que costumavas irradiar.&lt;br /&gt;És como que a maçã que há muito envenenada finalmente apodrece."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3330574541940506609-7414351322282560923?l=continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7414351322282560923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3330574541940506609&amp;postID=7414351322282560923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7414351322282560923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3330574541940506609/posts/default/7414351322282560923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://continuidadedesonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/estilhaa-se-o-verniz-perdes-tua-beleza.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06037845439973950996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcLgv6yKdFY/ST_8ULUlv9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/D6Giv4osxYU/s72-c/ma%C3%A7a+do+pecado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
