<?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-3252156116252729456</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:11:27.104Z</updated><category term='o refúgio (a.k.a praia pequena)'/><category term='sem vcs era td mt mais dificil... (: Muah*'/><title type='text'>Under the Moonlight...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-8450737105411631668</id><published>2008-11-12T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:46:36.530Z</updated><title type='text'>PERGUNTAS ESTÚPIDAS</title><content type='html'>1 - Quando te vêem deitado, de olhos fechados, na cama, com a luz apagada e te perguntam:&lt;br /&gt;- Estás a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, estou a treinar para morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Quando levamos um electrodoméstico para reparar e o técnico pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Está avariado?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, é que ele estava cansado de ficar em casa e eu trouxe-o para passear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Quando está a chover e percebem que vais sair, mesmo com chuva, perguntam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vais sair com esta chuva?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, vou sair com a próxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Quando acabas de te levantar, vem uma inteligente (sempre) e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Já acordaste?&lt;br /&gt;- Não. Sou sonâmbulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Um amigo teu liga para tua casa e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Estás onde?&lt;br /&gt;- No Pólo Norte! Um Ciclone trouxe a minha casa para aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Acabas de tomar banho e alguém pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Tomaste banho?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, mergulhei na sanita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Estás na frente da porta do elevador da garagem do prédio e chega um vizinho que pergunta: - Vai subir?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não, estou há espera que o meu apartamento desça para me levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - O homem chega à casa da namorada com um enorme ramo de flores. Ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Flores?&lt;br /&gt;- Não! São cenouras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 – Estás no WC, quando alguém bate à porta e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Tem gente?&lt;br /&gt;- Não! É a merda que está a falar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Chegas ao banco com um cheque e pedes pra trocar:&lt;br /&gt;- Em dinheiro?? - Não, em caricas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Páras na bomba de gasolina e o teu amigo pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Vais pôr gasolina?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, vou atestar com tinta de caneta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8450737105411631668?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8450737105411631668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8450737105411631668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8450737105411631668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8450737105411631668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/11/perguntas-estpidas.html' title='PERGUNTAS ESTÚPIDAS'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7271226141796002501</id><published>2008-06-29T21:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:51:31.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>Valho mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7271226141796002501?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7271226141796002501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7271226141796002501' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7271226141796002501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7271226141796002501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8822259732033918500</id><published>2008-06-29T21:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:50:54.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Abre os olhos</title><content type='html'>A vida cria-te oportunidades. A escolha entre agarrar ou deixar passar, é tua...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8822259732033918500?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8822259732033918500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8822259732033918500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8822259732033918500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8822259732033918500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/06/abre-os-olhos.html' title='Abre os olhos'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5793045273498531152</id><published>2008-06-20T00:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:54:37.086Z</updated><title type='text'>La vie</title><content type='html'>Je te hais de tout mon coeur, mais je t'adore encore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5793045273498531152?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5793045273498531152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5793045273498531152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5793045273498531152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5793045273498531152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-vie.html' title='La vie'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8132669041924307764</id><published>2008-06-12T00:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:31:33.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Euro</title><content type='html'>"Heróis do mar, nobre povo. Nação valente e imortal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos nos quartos-de-final. Venham eles :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SFByftqh5BI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ws7ZxYNQvg0/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210790658027152402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SFByftqh5BI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ws7ZxYNQvg0/s320/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8132669041924307764?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8132669041924307764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8132669041924307764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8132669041924307764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8132669041924307764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro.html' title='Euro'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/SFByftqh5BI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ws7ZxYNQvg0/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-1944631376724621441</id><published>2008-05-17T11:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:53:39.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Estrelinhas (:</title><content type='html'>Como uma estrela que só brilha quando quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promete estrela vais sorrir se eu não estiver,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo nem tudo dura&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha para o céu e escolhe a estrela mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Pede um desejo que eu peço o meu num instante&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o dom de uma palavra, um gesto como imagino,&lt;br /&gt;O momento em que consigo mostrar o quanto valorizo o teu brilho&lt;br /&gt;Essa coragem para dizer de forma que percebas&lt;br /&gt;Que é pelo brilho e para que brilhes sem que te esquecas&lt;br /&gt;que te observo se mais ninguem olhar para ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero que a noite caia só para poder olhar para ti&lt;br /&gt;Sem os afectos que o teu mundo ainda te nega&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto obrigação de te mostrar que vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Brilhar por um sorriso a coisa mais pequena&lt;br /&gt;Seja quando já estás bem ou quando choras num telefonema&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito no teu brilho e em tudo o que fazes&lt;br /&gt;Eu so te tento motivar a brilhar sem que te apagues&lt;br /&gt;Só quero isso mesmo quando tu te vais&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu acredito e sei que consegues brilhar ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se consegues ver o brilho que te traz a melodia&lt;br /&gt;Vez o suspiro no esforço que o meu rosto evidência&lt;br /&gt;Que não desiste porque nao é por não saber lutar&lt;br /&gt;É reconhecer a estrela que o mundo nao vê brilhar&lt;br /&gt;E o sacrificio fez-me ditar más sentenças&lt;br /&gt;Porque só queria que visses que vales mais do que tu pensas&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao quero que brilhes no coração de porta fechada&lt;br /&gt;Só porque as estrelas do céu a mim já nao me dizem nada&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a estrela que eu mais gosto de ver brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso que admiro o teu brilho e o teu valorizar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que brilhes&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que fiques feliz sem que tu retribuas ou justifiques&lt;br /&gt;Saibas que quem te ajuda com força e se preocupa&lt;br /&gt;Não quer nada em troca ou colocar-te em posição de culpa&lt;br /&gt;Não deves nada e não posso ser mais sincero&lt;br /&gt;Quando digo que um sorriso no teu rosto e tudo o que quero&lt;br /&gt;E a promessa de que sorrirás toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o tempo me leve ao momento da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Como uma estrela que mesmo depois de estinta&lt;br /&gt;Ainda brilha no céu negro de uma noite limpa&lt;br /&gt;Nos ilumina quando o escuro nos mete medo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos fascina por saber que ali vive um segredo&lt;br /&gt;E quando o sol se poe tudo aparece mais facil&lt;br /&gt;Porque no escuro o teu brilho faz-te parecer menos frágil&lt;br /&gt;Por isso brilha brilha como nunca agora&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo de poder brilhar pelo noite fora&lt;br /&gt;Se isto não faz sentido tambem nao faz o que tu dizes&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu gostas das estrelas e elas nem sabem que existes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma Estrela - Royalistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta musiquinha é dedicada à Joana e à Teresa. Porque são exemplos de vida e de estrelas que brilham. Porque as adoro e porque sinto a falta delas todos os dias *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SC7BEZ7BPYI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jzvft4Pk_Rs/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201306901081570690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SC7BEZ7BPYI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jzvft4Pk_Rs/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1944631376724621441?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1944631376724621441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1944631376724621441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1944631376724621441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1944631376724621441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/05/estrelinhas.html' title='Estrelinhas (:'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/SC7BEZ7BPYI/AAAAAAAAANY/Jzvft4Pk_Rs/s72-c/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-8036371344541769173</id><published>2008-04-29T01:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:22:10.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Qd me voltares a encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.. e vires as minhas cicatrizes: não chores porque me feri, sorri porque me curei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SBZ2tRbFCdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S72UXI3tBE4/s1600-h/cary+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194469740361615826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SBZ2tRbFCdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S72UXI3tBE4/s320/cary+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/SBZ1BxbFCcI/AAAAAAAAANI/tkLAqBwdM9c/s1600-h/cary+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3252156116252729456-8036371344541769173?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8036371344541769173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8036371344541769173' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8036371344541769173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8036371344541769173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/04/qd-me-voltares-encontrar.html' title='Qd me voltares a encontrar...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/SBZ2tRbFCdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S72UXI3tBE4/s72-c/cary+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-6975902756168824339</id><published>2008-03-29T17:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:21:27.641Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor Puro</title><content type='html'>"O &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nosso amor&lt;/span&gt; é para nos amar, para levar-nos de repente ao céu, a tempo de ainda apanhar um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bocadinho de inferno aberto&lt;/span&gt;. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o amor. A "vidinha" é uma conveniencia assassina. O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;não é um destino&lt;/span&gt;. O amor puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O amor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se percebe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Nao é para se perceber. O amor é um estado de quem sente. O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende. O amor é uma verdade. Num momento, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre&lt;/span&gt;. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos escapa das mãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não está quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem. Nao é para se perceber. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sinal de amor puro não se perceber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, amar e não se Ter, querer e não guardar esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado do que quem vive contente. Não se pode ceder, não se pod resistir. A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra. A vida dura a vida inteira, o amor não. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só um minuto de amor pode durar a vida inteira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E valê-la também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso, último volume&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6975902756168824339?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6975902756168824339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6975902756168824339' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6975902756168824339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6975902756168824339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/03/amor-puro.html' title='Amor Puro'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5240095087266822781</id><published>2008-03-28T03:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T03:14:37.500Z</updated><title type='text'>by Mario</title><content type='html'>"n vejo a mh vida reservar um amor maior"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas la bandido*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5240095087266822781?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5240095087266822781/comments/default' title='Enviar 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R-pQ5_nst6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jG1QovSyBRg/s1600-h/Picture+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Maré de Ti, Gil do Carmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo o teu olhar tranquilo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E uma serena ausência, amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madrugada suave no cais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho-te bem nos olhos, sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choro reflectido no rio, no rio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo mar adentro vou entrando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o teu semblante na memória, amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pescador de sonhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo a faina pura, dia-a-dia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na incerteza de uma vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor, eu volto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, meu amor, ao amanhecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz-me ao mar de manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, meu amor, ao amanhecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti, ao amanhecer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de...ti, meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na maré de ti..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/3252156116252729456-9039245245950997770?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/9039245245950997770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=9039245245950997770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9039245245950997770'/><link rel='self' 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on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I Keep bleeding..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que posso dizer sobre ti...?&lt;br /&gt;...such a good thing shouldn't happen just once :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-9158759567813281291?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/9158759567813281291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=9158759567813281291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9158759567813281291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9158759567813281291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-you.html' title='About you...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7812598166206640609</id><published>2008-03-05T02:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:36:32.114Z</updated><title type='text'>O crime não compensa? :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sam the Kid, Pacman e SP: "O crime do Padre Amaro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tento resistir a esta tentação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu queira tenho de dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Se entre nós não pode haver uma relação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não passa mais do que uma forte atracção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sam the kid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Primeira aparição tua aparência deu boa impressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a experiência é que a aparência é ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A tua presença foi intensa&lt;/span&gt; e a minha intenção&lt;br /&gt;Era ensinar-te a não seres tão sensivel&lt;br /&gt;Ao mencionares a mão que te acarinha&lt;br /&gt;O teu barão eu tenho a minha também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas não resisto à tentação se não disseres a ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isto é apenas atracção convinha sublinhar bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Antes de ultrapassar a linha que nos tem como amantes, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieram noites de prazer e nunca foi preciso uma cama&lt;br /&gt;Grande robusta, beleza que custa a querer dama&lt;br /&gt;Que assusta até chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O sentimento de alguém de quem sem querer se ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já tenho a protecção nem vou matar a relação&lt;br /&gt;Que existe há buéda anos eu já tenho planos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enquanto a dela é triste ficamos tétris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sempre à procura do encaixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É quando eu acho que só te amo da cintura para baixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não leves a mal nada é pessoal sempre foi sexo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os dias sem latex tornaram tudo complexo&lt;br /&gt;Vens bater-me à porta prenha nunca quis um compromisso&lt;br /&gt;Dama aborta eu compro-te isso e se eu falo eu concretizo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por isso não me venhas com uma coisa dessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Até parece que algum dia eu te fiz promessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um erro logo à partida então não fiques ofendida&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser que não há nada em comum e queres uma vida ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrão sp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tento resistir a esta tentação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu queira tenho de dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Se entre nós não pode haver uma relação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não passa mais do que uma forte atracção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pacman]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meu deus como pode ser tão bom esse mal que tu me fazes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que me obriga a ir a jogo sem figuras nem ases &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sabendo que não vou ganhar como nunca ganhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sabendo que não consigo parar como nunca parei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podem magras mãos ficar tão grandes assim&lt;br /&gt;Que as gentes esgravatar cabem dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só pode ser verdade o que me conta a poesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu gosto de gostar e sinto a tua falta todo o dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que posso eu fazer se me fazes tão bem mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Desafiando as leis da gravidade, a minha moral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O prazer da tua carne tornou-se essencial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para a minha sanidade, física e mental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fatal fatalmente o coração sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E a minha boca mente em ritmo desplicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para ti em papel de carta&lt;br /&gt;Tinta preta como a cor dos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Envoltos em tons de violeta&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que nunca direi à tua frente&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a ser humano haveria eu de ser diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Eu só amo e não reclamo um prémio sem cautela&lt;br /&gt;Fechado numa cela sem chave nem janela&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais bonita deste planeta&lt;br /&gt;Beleza rara no meio de uma sarjeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amor impossível como o romeu e julieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ao menos sonho contigo e podes crer já não é cheta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não dá, não dá, não dá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu sei e tu sabes que não podemos ficar juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não passa de uma atracção tentemos não ir mais fundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ambos sabemos que não dá para termos uma relação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Temos de nos afastar e esquecer esta paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No futuro nunca vai ser mais do que tentação baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrão sp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tento resistir a esta tentação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu queira tenho de dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;Se entre nós não pode haver uma relação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não passa mais do que uma forte atracção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R84HCJdkDzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yJrcayo0Exs/s1600-h/anos+deco+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174080755376328498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R84HCJdkDzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yJrcayo0Exs/s320/anos+deco+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7812598166206640609?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7812598166206640609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7812598166206640609' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7812598166206640609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7812598166206640609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-crime-no-compensa-x.html' title='O crime não compensa? :x'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R84HCJdkDzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yJrcayo0Exs/s72-c/anos+deco+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-8387274406112572816</id><published>2008-03-03T21:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:52:54.558Z</updated><title type='text'>Sol de Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Sabe deus que eu quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contigo ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viver ao sol do teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais terno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morto o teu desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivo o meu desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;primavera em flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao sol de inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos que sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde estão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horas que vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem as tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De que serve ter coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não ter o amor de ninguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos que te dei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde estão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem foste dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que é meu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale mais não ter coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que ter e não ter, como eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu em troca de nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dei tudo na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bandeira vencida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rasgada no chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou a data esquecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a coisa perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que vai a leilão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos que sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde estão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horas que vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem as tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De que serve ter coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não ter o amor de ninguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo de saudade, amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vida perdeu fulgor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como o sol de inverno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não tenho calor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R8xy09tPu1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BO0Wyd9jPBw/s1600-h/anos+deco+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173636326184958802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R8xy09tPu1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BO0Wyd9jPBw/s320/anos+deco+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8387274406112572816?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8387274406112572816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8387274406112572816' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8387274406112572816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8387274406112572816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/03/sol-de-inverno.html' title='Sol de Inverno'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R8xy09tPu1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BO0Wyd9jPBw/s72-c/anos+deco+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-3878141042235100867</id><published>2008-02-22T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:11:07.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser adepto é acreditar até ao último apito</title><content type='html'>"Sou do Benfica&lt;br /&gt;E isso me envaidece&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a genica&lt;br /&gt;Que a qualquer engrandece&lt;br /&gt;Sou de um clube lutador&lt;br /&gt;Que na luta com fervor&lt;br /&gt;Nunca encontrou rival&lt;br /&gt;Neste nosso Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Benfiquista&lt;br /&gt;É ter na alma a chama imensa&lt;br /&gt;Que nos conquista&lt;br /&gt;E leva à palma a luz intensa&lt;br /&gt;Do sol que lá no céu&lt;br /&gt;Risonho vem beijar&lt;br /&gt;Com orgulho muito seu&lt;br /&gt;As camisolas berrantes&lt;br /&gt;Que nos campos a vibrar&lt;br /&gt;São papoilas saltitantes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3878141042235100867?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3878141042235100867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3878141042235100867' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3878141042235100867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3878141042235100867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ser-adepto-acreditar-at-ao-ltimo-apito.html' title='Ser adepto é acreditar até ao último apito'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7799212258098547870</id><published>2008-02-09T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:51:13.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Nobody told me we'd only get one chance...</title><content type='html'>"Live Twice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave now&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;There were time we regret&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;I only&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to make you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only let you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything I own&lt;br /&gt;For just one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I could not let it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;If I make every sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;To bring me back your love&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me&lt;br /&gt;I froze&lt;br /&gt;It still echoes&lt;br /&gt;In my soul&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't say&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only let you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything I own&lt;br /&gt;For just one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I could not let it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;If I make every sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;To bring me back your love&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me we'd only get one chance&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that our tide would turn so fast&lt;br /&gt;Why we have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I could only let you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything I own&lt;br /&gt;For just one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I could not let it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;If I make every sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;To bring me back your love&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not let it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I give to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;To bring me back your love&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet in another life&lt;br /&gt;If only we could live twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7799212258098547870?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7799212258098547870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7799212258098547870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7799212258098547870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7799212258098547870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/02/nobody-told-me-wed-only-get-one-chance.html' title='Nobody told me we&apos;d only get one chance...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-6557288662793063258</id><published>2008-02-03T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:14:37.207Z</updated><title type='text'>"Boa sorte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R6YDT-bzwsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f9sHCFjy6H0/s1600-h/minhas+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162817664538886850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R6YDT-bzwsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f9sHCFjy6H0/s320/minhas+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São só palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mudará&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pesado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expectativas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desleais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over, Good luck&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s only words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won’t change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É demais / It´s too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pesado/ It’s heavy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreais / Isn´t real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expectativas / Expectations &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desleais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;br /&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who poisoned you&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See through this point of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many special people in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É demais / It´s too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É pesado / It’s heavy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irreais/ Isn’t real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expectativas / Expectations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desleais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we're Falling into the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanessa da Mata e Ben Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6557288662793063258?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6557288662793063258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6557288662793063258' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6557288662793063258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6557288662793063258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/02/boa-sorte.html' title='&quot;Boa sorte&quot;'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R6YDT-bzwsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f9sHCFjy6H0/s72-c/minhas+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-4637277249719945080</id><published>2008-01-24T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:41:05.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R5iVIebzwrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R-GMXhsYbcE/s1600-h/minhas+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037345994097330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R5iVIebzwrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R-GMXhsYbcE/s320/minhas+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se o meu sorriso mostrasse o fundo da minha alma, muitas pessoas ao me verem sorrir, chorariam comigo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3252156116252729456-4637277249719945080?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4637277249719945080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4637277249719945080' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4637277249719945080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4637277249719945080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem palavras'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R5iVIebzwrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/R-GMXhsYbcE/s72-c/minhas+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-6679704687767317295</id><published>2008-01-24T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:24:16.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Completam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bo ki ta completam, bo ki ta controlan e bo ta inspira nha vida cada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada dia bo e nha sol, nha inspiraçon. Cada noite bo e nha luz, nha doce paixon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ka tem ninguem ki ta ama assim, ka tem ninguem ki ta fazê xenti assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bo e un doce medolia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R5iRS-bzwqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WQ29wZwPfrk/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159033128336212642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R5iRS-bzwqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WQ29wZwPfrk/s320/ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3252156116252729456-6679704687767317295?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6679704687767317295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6679704687767317295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6679704687767317295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6679704687767317295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/01/completam.html' title='Completam'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R5iRS-bzwqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WQ29wZwPfrk/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-6814892434656077540</id><published>2008-01-24T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:18:22.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Olá, herói</title><content type='html'>Mesmo que nada corra a preceito, não vou desistir. Não vou pensar que é defeito e mentir. Porque a minha vida não precisa de vítimas, mas de heróis (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6814892434656077540?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6814892434656077540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6814892434656077540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6814892434656077540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6814892434656077540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ol-heri.html' title='Olá, herói'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5498065904934030484</id><published>2008-01-01T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:47:09.040Z</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Primeiro post de 2008. Diz que tenho de pedir desejos e não sei quê (:&lt;br /&gt;Peço só que este ano seja um pouco melhor do que o anterior... que acho que foi um teste às minhas capacidades :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas cá estamos. E se 2008 vier com as mesmas intenções, aviso já: I won't give up easily (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano para todos *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5498065904934030484?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5498065904934030484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5498065904934030484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5498065904934030484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5498065904934030484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-3144427180000434034</id><published>2007-12-26T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:42:34.369Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Há um lugar dentro de mim que só existe por ser pra ti.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te amar tempos sem fim, desde o momento em que te vi...&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração bate por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Se tu existes, ele existe em ti.&lt;br /&gt;E desde então sou sua voz&lt;br /&gt;e grito ao mundo que te descobri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3144427180000434034?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3144427180000434034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3144427180000434034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3144427180000434034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3144427180000434034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-4652974130492655881</id><published>2007-12-06T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:23:09.678Z</updated><title type='text'>O que nunca te direi</title><content type='html'>"É por ti que sorrio ao recordar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Choro por saber que não te tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti. Das tuas palavras. Do teu apoio. Daquilo que és para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Do que significas. Que é mais do que aquilo que pensas.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo não queria errar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder dar-te um abraço forte. Um beijo sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te tudo o que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Revelar-te os meus segredos. Contar-te os meus medos. Os planos. As aventuras. Os desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Somos amigos. Conto contigo e contas comigo. Sim. Mas preciso de mais.&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho contigo. A esperança diz-me que também sonhas comigo. Se ela é a ultima a morrer, resta-me acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-me na dúvida. Mas em relação ao que sinto por ti só conto certezas.&lt;br /&gt;Não faço de ti nenhum herói. Não vejo para além daquilo que és.&lt;br /&gt;Persegue-me a culpa de não sentires o mesmo que eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento errante este que Sinto, e só assim o sei Sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo o que tenho. Que é tudo aquilo que tenho p'ra te dar.&lt;br /&gt;É isto o que sou. Não te quero criar ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Aceita. Podes cobrar. Não te deixaria sair a perder.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sinto-me perto de ti. Outras vezes tão longe.&lt;br /&gt;Choro lágrimas muitas vezes sem dor. Mas essa, quando vem, aperta demais o peito.&lt;br /&gt;A vontade é tanta de te contar. Abrir o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar-te até onde sou capaz de ir. Poder dar-te um pedaço de céu.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo que ao saberes, te afastes.&lt;br /&gt;O que iria fazer então? Sem as tuas palavras, o teu sorriso, o teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;O conforto que me dás. Da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos que me roubas sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que prefiro a tua amizade a não ter nada.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, encaro estas palavras como aquelas que nunca te direi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R1oNp2fOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R-Zx42Ecn-g/s1600-h/ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141436937249130130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="95" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R1oNp2fOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R-Zx42Ecn-g/s320/ceu.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela voltou a dobrar a folha que havia escrito e, em lágrimas, foi-se deitar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O alívio enchia-lhe o peito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrever aquelas frases deu-lhe coragem para mostrar o que sentia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora, ao seu lado, estava deitado o homem a quem prometera um pedaço de céu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-4652974130492655881?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4652974130492655881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4652974130492655881' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4652974130492655881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4652974130492655881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-stories.html' title='O que nunca te direi'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R1oNp2fOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R-Zx42Ecn-g/s72-c/ceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-7512075637182486448</id><published>2007-12-01T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:43:47.099Z</updated><title type='text'>Same old questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never know what the future brings, but I know you're here with me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ll make it through, and I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife? (husband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away, but I know that this much is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ll make it through, and I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;If You're Not The One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7512075637182486448?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7512075637182486448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7512075637182486448' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7512075637182486448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7512075637182486448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/12/same-old-questions.html' title='Same old questions'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-4428638752081706881</id><published>2007-12-01T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T02:57:28.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas de maior loucura&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite não cura&lt;br /&gt;Entre sonhos e luar&lt;br /&gt;Te dou em verso este canto&lt;br /&gt;Que não exprime o quanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Me marcam os passos&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre te procuram,&lt;br /&gt;Nos instantes imprecisos&lt;br /&gt;Em que os teus olhos me matam,&lt;br /&gt;Me matam e me curam...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sou guerreiro, sou amante,&lt;br /&gt;Marinheiro errante&lt;br /&gt;Desta nau que te navega,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre perto ou tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Cavaleiro andante&lt;br /&gt;Que pelos teus olhos se entrega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem de acordes nem de versos&lt;br /&gt;Se diz a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Que me traz sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;Preso nos teus beijos dispersos&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua incerteza&lt;br /&gt;Cruel, me foi dando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morto por essa verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua indiferença&lt;br /&gt;(agora) ditou&lt;br /&gt;guardo de ti esta saudade,&lt;br /&gt;que é minha sentença&lt;br /&gt;do amor que te dou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Música de Pedro “D´zrt” Rodrigues/Letra de Roberto “Bar Aberto” Leandro)&lt;br /&gt;Original escstunis&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/3252156116252729456-4428638752081706881?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4428638752081706881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4428638752081706881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4428638752081706881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4428638752081706881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentena.html' title='Sentença'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-2725386968661065134</id><published>2007-11-22T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:35:11.605Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou preocupada...</title><content type='html'>contigo. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0X165qr0rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OKRUlm_-IhI/s1600-h/o3+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135781342346990258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0X165qr0rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OKRUlm_-IhI/s320/o3+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3252156116252729456-2725386968661065134?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/2725386968661065134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=2725386968661065134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/2725386968661065134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/2725386968661065134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/11/estou-preocupada.html' title='Estou preocupada...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0X165qr0rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OKRUlm_-IhI/s72-c/o3+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-5609531755303272868</id><published>2007-11-21T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:14:36.222Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu querooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0S7y5qr0qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mo2PPg4Y_iA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135435958256915106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0S7y5qr0qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mo2PPg4Y_iA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5609531755303272868?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5609531755303272868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5609531755303272868' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5609531755303272868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5609531755303272868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-querooooo.html' title='Eu querooooo'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0S7y5qr0qI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mo2PPg4Y_iA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-6045220442887369011</id><published>2007-11-21T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:11:38.712Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0S62pqr0pI/AAAAAAAAALw/pKSzJycZULA/s1600-h/sel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135434923169796754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0S62pqr0pI/AAAAAAAAALw/pKSzJycZULA/s320/sel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de muito sofrimento, hoje só há uma coisa a dizer... Estamos no Euro!  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que venham brilhantes exibições. Temos capacidade para chegar longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"É Portugal que aqui vem, o campeão...! Deix'ó passar, deix'ó passar!" eheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6045220442887369011?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6045220442887369011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6045220442887369011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6045220442887369011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6045220442887369011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/11/portugal.html' title='Portugal!'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/R0S62pqr0pI/AAAAAAAAALw/pKSzJycZULA/s72-c/sel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-1275786013622314243</id><published>2007-11-20T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:12:24.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Encosta-te a mim... (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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;Encosta-te a mim, nós já vivemos cem mil anos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;encosta-te a mim, talvez eu esteja a exagerar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;encosta-te a mim, dá cabo dos teus desenganos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não queiras ver quem eu não sou, deixa-me chegar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegado da guerra, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fiz tudo p´ra sobreviver, em nome da terra, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no fundo p´ra te merecer, recebe-me bem, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não desencantes os meus passos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faz de mim o teu herói, não quero adormecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tudo o que eu vi, estou a partilhar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o que não vivi, hei-de inventar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encosta-te a mim, desatinamos tantas vezes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vizinha de mim, deixa ser meu o teu quintal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recebe esta pomba, que não está armadilhada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi comprada, foi roubada, seja como for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu venho do nada porque arrasei o que não quis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em nome da estrada, onde só quero ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enrosca-te a mim, vai desarmar a flor queimada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vai beijar o homem-bomba, quero adormecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que eu vi, estou a partilhar contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que não vivi, um dia hei-de inventar contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim.&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;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem palavras, mais uma grande música, com um enorme significado (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1275786013622314243?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1275786013622314243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1275786013622314243' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1275786013622314243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1275786013622314243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/11/encosta-te-mim.html' title='Encosta-te a mim... (:'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7660455726056965660</id><published>2007-11-10T16:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:42:08.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Tão breve como a eternidade...</title><content type='html'>Continuo a dizer a mim mesma - tentando acreditar na minha própria mentira - que te vou esquecer brevemente....&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - não aparecerás nos meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - não me lembrarei de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - não pensarei em ti, a toda a hora...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - serei feliz sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - conseguirei passar sem te ver...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - entenderei a tua escolha...&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia - brevemente - estas lágrimas desaparecerão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brevemente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que as estrelas parem de brilhar...&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que os rios deixem de correr...&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que o vento deixe de soprar...&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que o Sol não nasça...&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que a Lua não ilumine a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que só te esquecerei quando esse dia chegar. Talvez nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, vou continuando a dizer a mim mesma... que te esquecerei brevemente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2002)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7660455726056965660?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7660455726056965660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7660455726056965660' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7660455726056965660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7660455726056965660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-breve-como-eternidade.html' title='Tão breve como a eternidade...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-97613013545944245</id><published>2007-10-23T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:48:23.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou contigo</title><content type='html'>Escuro e Luar - Mafalda Veiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feitos de chão, de chuva e sonho&lt;br /&gt;Fora do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Despedaçado o que fica de nós&lt;br /&gt;Nas batalhas sentidas cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que eu sigo esse brilho da noite&lt;br /&gt;Que é estrela ou chama&lt;br /&gt;Olhar ou mar&lt;br /&gt;E vou procurar essa luz&lt;br /&gt;Mas só quero lá chegar contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feitos de tempo em mil pedaços&lt;br /&gt;De escuro e luar&lt;br /&gt;Há uma noite que é escolhida pra ser&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite que se há-de guardar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que eu sigo esse brilho ou calor&lt;br /&gt;Que é estrela ou chama&lt;br /&gt;Ou tu em mim&lt;br /&gt;E vou pra poder descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que ainda sou contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispo o cansaço e recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Há um sorriso que nos salva do frio&lt;br /&gt;E recolhe o que a vida desfez&lt;br /&gt;Se me desarmo noutro feitiço&lt;br /&gt;Num outro olhar&lt;br /&gt;Há um abrigo que não deixa morrer&lt;br /&gt;Quem nós somos e o que temos pra dar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que eu sigo esse brilho da noite&lt;br /&gt;Que és tu em mim&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem eu fui&lt;br /&gt;E vou pra poder descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que ainda sou contigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-97613013545944245?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/97613013545944245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=97613013545944245' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/97613013545944245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/97613013545944245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/10/quem-sou-contigo.html' title='Quem sou contigo'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8758243610199044097</id><published>2007-10-23T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:46:27.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não Olhes Para Trás - T.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;À noite saio p'ra pensar em ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percorro o caminho das estrelas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jornada sem fim &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;Oiço o silêncio que me escuta ao passar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo-te na lua não consigo te alcançar&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;Espero que a noite te traga a mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faça com que o mundo me leve a ti &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que saibas do que és capaz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda vem comigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não olhes para trás&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;Peço-te que pares, vem comigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sou teu amigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu contigo sou capaz de ver o infinito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou capaz de ver que tudo pode ser melhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá-me o toque, dá-me um beijo, dá-me o teu amor (hoo yeah ... Dá-me o teu amor)&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;Viajo ao som da tua voz, até sem te ouvir falar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontro a nota certa só contigo sei tocar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu és a pauta que eu quero ter para mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princesa tu és tudo aquilo que eu sempre quis.&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;Espero que a noite te traga a mim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faça com que o mundo me leve a ti, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que saibas do que és capaz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda vem comigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não olhes para trás&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;Peço-te que pares, vem comigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sou teu amigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu contigo sou capaz de ver o infinito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou capaz de ver que tudo pode ser melhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá-me o toque, dá-me um beijo, dá-me o teu amor&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;Dá-me o teu amor, o teu sabor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem ao pé de mim, dá-me o teu calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenhas medo de apostar em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredita que às vezes acabamos assim&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;Não sabes se vale a pena apostar ou não,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aposta na razão, ouve o teu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda, vem gostar de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda vem gostar de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda vem gostar de mim &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;Peço-te que pares , vem comigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sou teu amigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu contigo sou capaz de ver o infinito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou capaz de ver que tudo pode ser melhor&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;Dá-me o toque, dá-me um beijo, dá-me o teu amor...&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/3252156116252729456-8758243610199044097?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8758243610199044097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8758243610199044097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8758243610199044097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8758243610199044097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/10/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada (:'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5752117660218608516</id><published>2007-09-19T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:45:43.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost star</title><content type='html'>You are the star I can't see. I know you are outhere somewhere. I just can't reach you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5752117660218608516?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5752117660218608516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5752117660218608516' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5752117660218608516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5752117660218608516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-star.html' title='Lost star'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7267046965766912512</id><published>2007-09-01T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:44:25.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmbyBxzd3I/AAAAAAAAALo/64bl95k_F2M/s1600-h/trÃ³ia++2007+I+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmbHhxzd2I/AAAAAAAAALg/BOhCvy5tL_w/s1600-h/trÃ³ia+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105282206229821282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmbHhxzd2I/AAAAAAAAALg/BOhCvy5tL_w/s320/tr%C3%B3ia+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmaaBxzd1I/AAAAAAAAALY/MFdm4HopMZc/s1600-h/trÃ³ia++2007+I+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105281424545773394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmaaBxzd1I/AAAAAAAAALY/MFdm4HopMZc/s320/tr%C3%B3ia++2007+I+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmZsxxzd0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SokZyqYQhLs/s1600-h/P8290996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105280647156692802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmZsxxzd0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SokZyqYQhLs/s320/P8290996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;Deixo-vos com algumas fotos da semaninha em Tróia*&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/3252156116252729456-7267046965766912512?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7267046965766912512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7267046965766912512' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7267046965766912512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7267046965766912512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/09/deixo-vos-com-algumas-fotos-da.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RtmbHhxzd2I/AAAAAAAAALg/BOhCvy5tL_w/s72-c/tr%C3%B3ia+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-7421375414171485367</id><published>2007-07-30T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:31:05.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Focus :) -  o adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sentes que um tempo acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Primavera de flor adormecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qualquer coisa que nao volta, que voou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E foi um triunfar na tua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabes que o desenho do adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É fogo que nos queima devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E no lento cerrar dos olhos teus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fica a esperança de um dia aqui voltar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5JO7xYnkI/AAAAAAAAALI/khJ_VT9bAiQ/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093088749514432066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5JO7xYnkI/AAAAAAAAALI/khJ_VT9bAiQ/s320/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5I47xYnjI/AAAAAAAAALA/b-7YntB6zpI/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093088371557310002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5I47xYnjI/AAAAAAAAALA/b-7YntB6zpI/s320/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5IoLxYniI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KL2tfE2PVG4/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093088083794501154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5IoLxYniI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KL2tfE2PVG4/s320/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5IQ7xYnhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y-Co7KL_0V0/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093087684362542610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5IQ7xYnhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/y-Co7KL_0V0/s320/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5H6LxYngI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i5OAO--Byxk/s1600-h/DSC02156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093087293520518658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5H6LxYngI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i5OAO--Byxk/s320/DSC02156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5Hm7xYnfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/acuxXJ7Mj68/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093086962808036850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5Hm7xYnfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/acuxXJ7Mj68/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma boa experiência. Excelentes amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seis meses para recordar.&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/3252156116252729456-7421375414171485367?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7421375414171485367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7421375414171485367' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7421375414171485367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7421375414171485367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/07/focus-o-adeus.html' title='Focus :) -  o adeus'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rq5JO7xYnkI/AAAAAAAAALI/khJ_VT9bAiQ/s72-c/DSC02169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-7731608473309426527</id><published>2007-07-15T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:46:53.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay...&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/3252156116252729456-7731608473309426527?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7731608473309426527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7731608473309426527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7731608473309426527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7731608473309426527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-ending_15.html' title='Happy ending'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-1800338352096843062</id><published>2007-07-07T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:35:26.091Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero ver-te outra vez</title><content type='html'>Expensive Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo só eu sei, onde tu estiveres eu estou bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tudo começa sempre quando não se está à espera de mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Um primeiro olhar, pronto p'ra começar o segundo e o terceiro&lt;br /&gt;Rezo p'ra que desta vez seja tudo verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lanço a palavra no papel, a resposta sabe-me a mel&lt;br /&gt;A mais sincera de todas as artes fica sempre no pincel&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, fomos trocando apenas as imagens&lt;br /&gt;E só ao fim de muito tempo começamos com mensagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficámos os dois várias vezes a conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Olhar atrás de olhar, mas o primeiro passo fica sempre por dar&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe a tal "conection" mesmo não estando nada à vista?&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa de que estou certo é de seres a minha "soul sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talvez seja por ambos não gostarmos de coisas muito fáceis&lt;br /&gt;Mas se for p'ra dar certo os meus tempos não são frágeis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vou-me sentar e esperar porque o que eu sinto só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Vou sonhar e viajar p'ra acordar com esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero ver-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço demais p'ra quem espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Às vezes penso que poderia ser tudo bem mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Por cada minuto sem ti um homem (mulher :p) sente-se mais frágil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isto deveria ser uma canção de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas é um simples desabafo por isso, baby, sinto com mais um bafo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só eu sei quantas vezes fiz tudo para te ver&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei quantas vezes não consegui adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei quantas vezes tentei respirar o ar que respiras&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o q tu sentes, viver as duas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I'm feeling good" e espero q sintas o mesmo neste momento&lt;br /&gt;A vida são dois dias e ninguém pára o nosso tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O teu sorriso passa tudo o que eu já tenha visto&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que eu persisto: "dá-me o groove que eu insisto"&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me mais, quero mais, sempre mais, quero conhecer os teus ideais&lt;br /&gt;Compreender para onde vais a seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por agora o melhor talvez seja eu estar bem sozinho&lt;br /&gt;"P.S." fica a dica, baby, eu sigo o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero ver-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço demais p'ra quem espera&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/3252156116252729456-1800338352096843062?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1800338352096843062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1800338352096843062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1800338352096843062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1800338352096843062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/07/quero-ver-te-outra-vez.html' title='Quero ver-te outra vez'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-1394246123190798674</id><published>2007-07-03T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:13:31.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Lições do Abismo</title><content type='html'>"Neste silêncio, vês esta ruína à minha volta, recordas o tempo em que, de mãos dadas, amámos a música da noite? Olha para mim. Ensina-me a viver, se alguma réstia de esperança mereço. (...) Vejo lagos de treva, raízes perdidas de árvores que não conheci, oiço uma porta a bater ao longe. Escuta-me. (...) Se conseguir adormecer desejo-te a meu lado, apesar do que me fizeste sofrer. Perdoo-te, mas não te quero esquecer. Houve momentos em que cantaste a minha vida, a tua voz meiga do passado é agora apenas um murmúrio enfraquecido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lições do Abismo (pp31), Daniel Sampaio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1394246123190798674?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1394246123190798674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1394246123190798674' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1394246123190798674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1394246123190798674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lies-do-abismo.html' title='Lições do Abismo'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7823041613261202460</id><published>2007-06-30T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:09:21.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Without fear</title><content type='html'>"... And I know the stars will shine for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you believe..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7823041613261202460?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7823041613261202460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7823041613261202460' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7823041613261202460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7823041613261202460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/06/without-fear.html' title='Without fear'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8997823965113429495</id><published>2007-06-23T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:29:40.938Z</updated><title type='text'>No doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Restolho - Mafalda Veiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é preciso morrer e nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;semear no pó e voltar a colher&lt;br /&gt;há que ser trigo, depois ser restolho&lt;br /&gt;há que penar para aprender a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a vida não é existir sem mais nada&lt;br /&gt;a vida não é dia sim, dia não&lt;br /&gt;é feita em cada entrega alucinada&lt;br /&gt;pra receber daquilo que aumenta o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limito-me à parte essencial da música (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8997823965113429495?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8997823965113429495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8997823965113429495' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8997823965113429495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8997823965113429495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-doubt.html' title='No doubt'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-118956589414229172</id><published>2007-06-03T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:44:11.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Obikweluuuu :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="cavaloasolta" name="cavaloasolta"&gt;Cavalo à Solta &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Música de Fernando Tordo, letra de Ary dos Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por: escstunis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu poema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feito de gomos de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pesada e leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escreta e pura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha passagem para o breve, breve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instante da loucura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha ousadia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu galope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha rédea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu potro doido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha réstia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de luz intensa&lt;br /&gt;de voz aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha denúncia do que pensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do que sente a gente certa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em ti respiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em ti eu provo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por ti consigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esta força que de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em ti persigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em ti percorro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cavalo à solta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela margem do teu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha amargura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha coragem de correr contra a ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce minha espada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poema feito de dois gumes tudo ou nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por ti renego, por ti aceito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este corcel que não sossego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;à desfilada no meu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso digo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;canção castigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amêndoa, travo, corpo, alma, amante, amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso digo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alpendre, casa, cama, arca do meu trigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha amargura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha coragem de correr contra a ternura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha ousadia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha aventura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha coragem de correr contra a ternura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oficialmente caloira da escstunis (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aqui fica uma foto da Obikewlu com a Açoreana ahaha- a minha madrinha linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RmLvA3Ah7hI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dE60_UmQKOs/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071878928417811986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RmLvA3Ah7hI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dE60_UmQKOs/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-118956589414229172?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/118956589414229172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=118956589414229172' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/118956589414229172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/118956589414229172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/06/obikweluuuu-p.html' title='Obikweluuuu :p'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RmLvA3Ah7hI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dE60_UmQKOs/s72-c/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-3379649970689852164</id><published>2007-05-23T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:53:25.645Z</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas se estás apaixonada?</title><content type='html'>Percorre-te uma loucura que não sabes de onde vem nem quando vai parar?&lt;br /&gt;Queres senti-lo nos teus braços e, quando dás por ti, páras e voltas para trás, pois quase o abraçavas? E não, isso não podia ser porque ia denunciar-te...?&lt;br /&gt;Sentes o cheiro dele mesmo quando não está?&lt;br /&gt;Escreves-lhe mensagens no telemóvel que apagas sem enviar?&lt;br /&gt;Dás por ti a sorrir, patética, ao pensar nele?&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem mental é sempre a mesma: a dele, &lt;em&gt;no matter what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes coisas que nunca pensarias fazer, só para lhe chamar a atenção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que ele diz faz todo o sentido, mesmo que seja uma grande parvoíce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Então, sim, estás apaixonada! (boa sorte...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3379649970689852164?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3379649970689852164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3379649970689852164' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3379649970689852164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3379649970689852164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/05/perguntas-se-ests-apaixonada.html' title='Perguntas se estás apaixonada?'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-6228247408757299973</id><published>2007-04-26T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:08:32.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Derby</title><content type='html'>Vamos lá ver o que acontece no próximo domingo. O vencedor do campeonao está praticamente encontrado, mas um Benfica-Sporting é sempre excitante.&lt;br /&gt;Um derby é sempre um derby... mesmo quando não há nada em jogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6228247408757299973?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6228247408757299973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6228247408757299973' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6228247408757299973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6228247408757299973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/04/derby.html' title='Derby'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5175808313783253573</id><published>2007-04-18T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:01:05.834Z</updated><title type='text'>Abstração :P</title><content type='html'>Já tentaram escrever as palavras que vos vêm à cabeça, quando se tentam abstrair de tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui vai um resultado possível:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dor, cama, Cuba, Nuno, medo, saudade, cigarro, irmã, avós, Liedson, casamento, cancro, gravidez, cor-de-rosa, coração, dormir, tuna, prazer, sms, Hélder, patinho, paixão, cantar, beijar-te, princesa, fome, bebé, mar, tatuagem, calor, comboio, pessoas, apito, mãe, adufe, cansada, fada, amigo, asas, dragão, óculos, cheiro, amor, bochechas, hip hop, isqueiro, gelado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem... não tenho grande explicação para isto, mas tudo tem uma certa lógica. Por exemplo, &lt;em&gt;Liedson &lt;/em&gt;vem do jogo do Sporting que está a dar neste momento na tv;&lt;em&gt; casamento&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;cancro&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;gravidez &lt;/em&gt;vem dos meus tios; o &lt;em&gt;Hélder&lt;/em&gt; é jornalista da Focus, estamos sempre a atrofiar e eu quero o &lt;em&gt;patinho&lt;/em&gt; de borracha dele lol; o &lt;em&gt;adufe&lt;/em&gt; é o instrumento que tenho de aprender para a &lt;em&gt;tuna; gelado &lt;/em&gt;é o que me apetece comer agora; as &lt;em&gt;asas&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;fada&lt;/em&gt; e o &lt;em&gt;dragão&lt;/em&gt; têm a ver com &lt;em&gt;tatuagens&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Isto chega a ser divertido lol são 10 minutos bem passados quando tentamos não pensar em nada e pensamos num pouco de tudo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá, toca a experimentar e quero ver as respostas (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5175808313783253573?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5175808313783253573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5175808313783253573' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5175808313783253573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5175808313783253573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/04/abstrao-p.html' title='Abstração :P'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8401469611590995986</id><published>2007-04-03T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:06:28.278Z</updated><title type='text'>O "povinho" coitadinho...</title><content type='html'>O ditator do Estado Novo, Oliveira Salazar,  foi eleito, pelo povo, o grande português de sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8401469611590995986?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8401469611590995986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8401469611590995986' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8401469611590995986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8401469611590995986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-povinho-coitadinho.html' title='O &quot;povinho&quot; coitadinho...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-742563659017298273</id><published>2007-04-03T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:59:33.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Benfica-Porto</title><content type='html'>Benfica-Porto&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me porque é que a claque &lt;em&gt;Super Dragões&lt;/em&gt; não foi revistada antes de entrar no estádio da Luz...&lt;br /&gt;Choveram petardos (em vez de golos :x), algumas crianças tiveram de ser retiradas dos lugares e houve um ferido.&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter sido pior. Mas também podia ter sido evitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;em&gt;Super Dragões&lt;/em&gt; vêem-se involvidos em mais um mau espectáculo nas bancadas... Que já vem sendo habitual nas suas deslocações a estádios rivais.&lt;br /&gt;O Benfica nega responsabilidades e vai "mexer-se" no sentido de punir a claque portista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Os «encarnados» não aceitam ser responsabilizados pelos acontecimentos e dizem que vão solicitar de imedito uma audiência ao Conselho Nacional contra a Violência no Desporto e Liga Portuguesa de Futebol Profissional." &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; Jornal A Bola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quanto ao resultado do jogo (1-1) não vou fazer comentários :p ainda está tudo em aberto*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-742563659017298273?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/742563659017298273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=742563659017298273' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/742563659017298273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/742563659017298273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/04/benfica-porto.html' title='Benfica-Porto'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8633511536491358305</id><published>2007-03-25T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:39:05.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't breathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when your shadow is all over me baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fool in your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause what we had was built on lies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when our love seems to fade away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen to me hear what I say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna feel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way that i do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right here with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna see, see us apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna say it straight from my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8633511536491358305?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8633511536491358305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8633511536491358305' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8633511536491358305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8633511536491358305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-6169447396775501095</id><published>2007-03-19T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:17:44.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Happens&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We take it for granted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that we have, yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treating our love like it is here to stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never question &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;Or learn from the lessons &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until it’s taken away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there’s one thing I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what you've given me, given me &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;So where do we go from here? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won’t you tell me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't so good, ain't so bad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ain't too happy, ain't too sad &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;I'll be me, but you'll be you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happens cool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't the sunshine, ain't the rain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're just leaving as we came &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;All good things, they ain't somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happens now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd lost our direction &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clouded our vision &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;Didn't know which way we were heading, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;babe I still remember, we couldn't tell where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would end and you’d begin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh but there’s one thing I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not givin’ in, givin’ in&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;So where do we go from here? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won’t you tell me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't so good, ain't so bad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ain't too happy, ain't too sad &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;I'll be me, but you'll be you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happens cool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't the sunshine, ain't the rain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're just leaving as we came&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;All good things, they ain't somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happens now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had good days, holidays, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyday the same way &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;But lately all I see is pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So baby baby boo, what happend to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should we really give it up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'coz look at what we could do...&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;Whatever happens cool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't the sunshine, ain't the rain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're just leaving as we came &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All good things, they ain't somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever happens now&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteça o que acontecer, eu vou estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Luv ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6169447396775501095?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6169447396775501095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6169447396775501095' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6169447396775501095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6169447396775501095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-9010601511280162528</id><published>2007-03-16T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:46:10.578Z</updated><title type='text'>A bela e o mestre</title><content type='html'>Tenho a dizer que foi um belo jogo de se ver no estádio.. o inferno da luz :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm.. hoje apetece-me falar de quê...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à situação que se vive na Focus, não vou comentar :x&lt;br /&gt;Ah, afinal o concerto do 50 cent realiza-se no dia 22 de Março, no Estádio do Restelo. Lá por Belém confirma-se. A ver se é desta.&lt;br /&gt;O concurso &lt;em&gt;A bela e o Mestre...&lt;/em&gt; É triste ver o que se faz para atingir o estrelato. Eu cá vou-me rindo com a ignorãncia delas. Sim, eu sou daquelas pessoas que se ri do mal (pelos vistos). Vou vendo algumas partes do programa para ver até que ponto vai a inteligência dos mestres. Não percebo é porqúe é que dizem que os mestres todos são feios. SE calhar é pelo mesmo motivo que dizem que as "belas" são belas :x&lt;br /&gt;Bem... mais vale "feio" e inteligente do que "bela" e ignorante. Se bem que as pessoas mais inteligentes que conheço são belas :) mas tudo bem. Ora bem, a Teresa, a Joaninha, o Rui, a Andria... só pa dar uns exemplos. São dos mais inteligentes que conheço e são grandes sex symbols :p eheh&lt;br /&gt;Por isso deito aqui  por terra a triste ideia da TVI de que a inteligência e a beleza não podem estar associadas à mesma pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-9010601511280162528?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/9010601511280162528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=9010601511280162528' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9010601511280162528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9010601511280162528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/bela-e-o-mestre.html' title='A bela e o mestre'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-1468117115673647575</id><published>2007-03-09T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:50:52.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Futebol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei com pena de ver os Super Dragões a entoar cânticos durante o minuto de silêncio em honra do Manuel Bento... e fiquei surpreendida com aquele final aparatoso do Inter com o Valência. Fiquei a pensar que o futebol anda de pernas para o ar.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entretanto ontem ofereceram-me bilhete para ir ver o Benfica-PSG. Vai ser giro porque já não vou ao futebol há uns tempos, e como é com o pessoal do costume dá para desanuviar a cabeça com a diversão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem agora que tenho muito mais coisas para fazer da vida, uma vez que estou sozinha com o meu pai, não tenho muito tempo para vir até aqui, mas prometo vir com regularidade (:&lt;br /&gt;Tenho trabalho hoje à noite, e este fim-de-semana: cobrir a Moda Lisboa. Espero que seja engraçado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joaninha: quero saber como foi a entrevista hj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entretanto deixo os Parabéns ao Nuno pelo aniversário e ao Rafa pelo código ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RfGrchdfhrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mBxDGbo8_M4/s1600-h/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RfGr6RdfhsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XzYHxaePyUU/s1600-h/o3+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039998475612161730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RfGr6RdfhsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XzYHxaePyUU/s320/o3+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;Foto do pai a pescar ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1468117115673647575?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1468117115673647575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1468117115673647575' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1468117115673647575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1468117115673647575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/futebol.html' title='Futebol...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RfGr6RdfhsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XzYHxaePyUU/s72-c/o3+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-131202447745800002</id><published>2007-03-05T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:34:39.733Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>O meu mundo acabou de desmoronar...&lt;br /&gt;e eu... não sei onde fico no meio disto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-131202447745800002?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/131202447745800002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=131202447745800002' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/131202447745800002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/131202447745800002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8115878894920195672</id><published>2007-03-03T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:45:32.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Bublé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky, I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;But this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believe in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;And even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&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/3252156116252729456-8115878894920195672?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8115878894920195672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8115878894920195672' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8115878894920195672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8115878894920195672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-3147175566745279222</id><published>2007-03-02T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:25:41.431Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>Bem andei desaparecida, pelo norte. O meu editor propôs-me uma reportagem por terras minhotas e andei uns dias fora :x Foram 1700kms engraçados, mas muito cansativos. &lt;div&gt;Não posso dizer o teor da reportagem (por causa da concorrência lol) tou a brincar, mas comprem a Focus e logo vêem :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entretanto estou de volta e aproveito para relembrar os mais esquecidos que amanhã há o eclipse da Lua :)  e daqui a 15 dias do Sol eheh Bonito de se ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A escstunis lá anda pelo Canadá e estou deserta para saber novidades :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho grande coisa para dizer hoje,&lt;br /&gt;aproveito só para mandar um beijo gigante a vocês*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E deixo-vos com mais uma foto engraçada :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Reh586lxuMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dWf0PrgKxfU/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037410270640715970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Reh586lxuMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dWf0PrgKxfU/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3252156116252729456-3147175566745279222?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3147175566745279222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3147175566745279222' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3147175566745279222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3147175566745279222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/03/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Reh586lxuMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dWf0PrgKxfU/s72-c/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-176516994137957110</id><published>2007-02-25T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:51:35.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Apito Dourado</title><content type='html'>Os árbitros são como os diamantes. São eternos. Uma vez comprados (os diamantes), são para sempre.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonor Pinhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In&lt;/em&gt; A Bola, 25-01-07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-176516994137957110?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/176516994137957110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=176516994137957110' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/176516994137957110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/176516994137957110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/apito-dourado.html' title='Apito Dourado'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-1863888512331899881</id><published>2007-02-24T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:20:11.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Balada da despedida</title><content type='html'>"Sentes que um tempo acabou&lt;br /&gt;Primavera de flor adormecida&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que nao volta, que voou&lt;br /&gt;E foi um triunfar na tua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E levas em ti guardado&lt;br /&gt;Um choro de uma balada&lt;br /&gt;Recordações de um passado&lt;br /&gt;O traçar da velha capa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capa negra de saudade&lt;br /&gt;No momento da partida&lt;br /&gt;Segredos desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo para a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que desenho do adeus&lt;br /&gt;É fogo que nos queima devagar&lt;br /&gt;E no lento cerrar dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Fica a esperança de um dia aqui voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E levas em ti guardado&lt;br /&gt;Um choro de uma balada&lt;br /&gt;Recordações do passado&lt;br /&gt;O traçar da velha capa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/ReCBb06z2LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_QBI3jB2GQE/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035166698461976754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/ReCBb06z2LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_QBI3jB2GQE/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande benção. Obrigada a todos (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1863888512331899881?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1863888512331899881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1863888512331899881' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1863888512331899881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1863888512331899881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/balada-da-despedida.html' title='Balada da despedida'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/ReCBb06z2LI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_QBI3jB2GQE/s72-c/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-7155165744393871606</id><published>2007-02-21T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:39:23.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>Que saudadinhas dos jogos de Portugal :P&lt;br /&gt;Os tremocinhos, as cervejas. Os gritos de pânico e as lágrimas eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai um textinho que me ecomendaram na época lol, para recordar ainda mais o que se passou há uns meses atrás :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Heróis do mar, nobre povo, Nação valente e imortal&lt;br /&gt;Levantai hoje de novo, O esplendor de Portugal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Portugal as nossas vozes vão-se ouvir em todo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos um país pequeno mas de grande orgulho. País de glória, de grandes feitos. Navegámos por mares nunca antes navegados, descobrimos continentes e alcançámos terras prometidas.&lt;br /&gt;Pelas nossas mãos se descobriu o mundo. Pelos nossos “pés” o mundo nos vai descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;O futebol gera paixões, faz esquecer guerras, move o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez estamos unidos. “No apoio à selecção já somos campeões”. Abraços, apitos, cachecóis, gritos.&lt;br /&gt;Gritos de alegria e de angústia. Os heróis em campo. O povo na bancada.&lt;br /&gt;O jogo é simples: Quem não marca sofre… quem marca ganha!&lt;br /&gt;“Mas quem inventou o futebol, inventou-o com 12 jogadores”. 10 Milhões com o número 12 nas costas entram em campo com a Selecção, e suam a camisola.&lt;br /&gt;Na janela uma bandeira… no campo a força de uma Nação inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mostrar ao mundo a força de um país à beira-mar plantado. Podemos ir longe. Passar das nuvens e alcançar o céu. Temos de apoiar Portugal, mesmo que no pior dos cenários. Chegar aqui já foi ir bem longe. “É essa a vantagem da ambição: podes não chegar à Lua mas tiraste os pés do chão”…&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem chegou aqui também pode ir mais além. E é isso que todos queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Não vamos desistir. Vamos mostrar quem somos. A história corre a nosso favor desde o seu início. E a história do futebol … já se começa a habituar a ter Portugal por perto.&lt;br /&gt;O Brasil está à espera de ganhar. Mas para ser campeão não basta saber sambar. É preciso ter garra, paixão, orgulho, convicção. Amor pelas cores que se defendem em campo. Respeito pelo adversário. Não tomar nada como garantido. Apenas pensar em alcançar a vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Defender, centrar, chutar, rematar… Tirar as luvas e defender!&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar ao mundo o que é saber vencer.&lt;br /&gt;E quando o golo entrar… vai-se ouvir Portugal gritar: “Gooooolo!”. Lágrimas, risos, abraços e suspiros…!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lutar para ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos trazer a taça com os nossos heróis.&lt;br /&gt;O livro está aberto… Vamos escrever a nossa página.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre as brumas da memória, Ó Pátria, sente-se a voz&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus egrégios avós, Que há-de guiar-te à vitória!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Aquário do Quiteres e todos os seus estimados clientes são os apoiantes nº 1 da nossa Selecção. Vamos apoiar Portugal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rdx_2U6z2KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/og3gEdLcbIk/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034039054798411938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rdx_2U6z2KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/og3gEdLcbIk/s320/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora um à parte... engordei 4kg (:&lt;br /&gt;um grande feito para quem não engordava há 4 anos lool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7155165744393871606?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7155165744393871606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7155165744393871606' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7155165744393871606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7155165744393871606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rdx_2U6z2KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/og3gEdLcbIk/s72-c/Picture+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-3372553615266030638</id><published>2007-02-20T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:00:48.697Z</updated><title type='text'>Arrependido?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdtSHk6z2JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qO_BqkUkSQY/s1600-h/CARTOONS-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033707298639566994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdtSHk6z2JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qO_BqkUkSQY/s320/CARTOONS-017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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; &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; &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;Às vezes o arrependimento chega tarde demais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3372553615266030638?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3372553615266030638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3372553615266030638' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3372553615266030638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3372553615266030638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/arrependido.html' title='Arrependido?'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdtSHk6z2JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qO_BqkUkSQY/s72-c/CARTOONS-017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-4973874877127939465</id><published>2007-02-19T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:01:48.968Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhando</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheia de pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheia de pena me deito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas com mais pena,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas com mais pena me levanto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu digo que não te quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas de noite, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas de noite, sonho contigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-4973874877127939465?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4973874877127939465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4973874877127939465' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4973874877127939465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4973874877127939465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/sonhando.html' title='Sonhando'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-3884090843178315935</id><published>2007-02-16T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:36:21.309Z</updated><title type='text'>After ensaio</title><content type='html'>Ontem disseram-me para enfrentar as coisas de frente.&lt;br /&gt;"só vais conseguir lidar com isto quando o enfrentares...". Mesmo tendo vindo de um 'bêbedo', assumido como tal depois de uma festa da associação de estudantes, e mesmo depois de ele ter dito que hoje já não se iria lembrar de nada.. eu acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;"Chora, porque a chorar deitas as coisas cá para fora". E eu chorei.&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado como conseguimos falar com uma pessoa que mal conhecemos sobre o que sentimos e ela nos percebe. Foi engraçado pela situação. O ídolos e o d´zrt ajudaram com a bela da música :x E a Teresinha e a Andreia pela mão amiga ;)&lt;br /&gt;Teresa, tu que só te rias quando ele começou a cantar para eu me rir, diz-me... o que é que se passou ali? lol&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço final que soube bem, principalmente por vir de alguém que mal me conhece e quis ajudar :)&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos da tuna começam a dar frutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande Moicano*&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdX5Lj2ECFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OnKVBck4b-g/s1600-h/carina+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032202135652272210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdX5Lj2ECFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OnKVBck4b-g/s320/carina+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3884090843178315935?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3884090843178315935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3884090843178315935' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3884090843178315935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3884090843178315935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-ensaio.html' title='After ensaio'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdX5Lj2ECFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OnKVBck4b-g/s72-c/carina+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-1501069139997615709</id><published>2007-02-16T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:15:43.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Espera-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdX0gT2ECEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Smq98gtOhZY/s1600-h/DSC04143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032196994576418882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdX0gT2ECEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Smq98gtOhZY/s320/DSC04143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma nova etapa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1501069139997615709?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1501069139997615709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1501069139997615709' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1501069139997615709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1501069139997615709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdX0gT2ECEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Smq98gtOhZY/s72-c/DSC04143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-1304729032600878341</id><published>2007-02-14T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:10:01.527Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>what about now...?&lt;br /&gt;Baby U gotta keep your head up... even when the world ir hard... never give up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1304729032600878341?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1304729032600878341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1304729032600878341' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1304729032600878341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1304729032600878341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-3534976168335755596</id><published>2007-02-12T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:30:02.226Z</updated><title type='text'>sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDeGj2EB8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YgTPRccSHTY/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030764988055422914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDeGj2EB8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YgTPRccSHTY/s320/Picture+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha mana e o meu cunhado juntaram-se. Parece mentira.&lt;br /&gt;A minha "pequenina" saiu de casa ahah :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No início as coisas não começaram muito bem comigo e com o Marco mas agora é meu irmão (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As férias no Algarve no ano passado foram do melhor e deixo aqui umas loucuras de nós 3... ahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDfAz2EB9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rUjMoMqBch4/s1600-h/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030765988782802898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDfAz2EB9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rUjMoMqBch4/s320/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDfSz2EB-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2SkT5Zkwjr0/s1600-h/Picture+331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030766298020448226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDfSz2EB-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/2SkT5Zkwjr0/s320/Picture+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030767088294430722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDgAz2ECAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/34mtaz8u9HI/s320/Picture+334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDgtj2ECBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vefl4kC3-6s/s1600-h/Picture+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030767857093576722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDgtj2ECBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vefl4kC3-6s/s320/Picture+329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDfrj2EB_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dvHmM8dHFqI/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resta-me então desejar as melhores felicidades do mundo pa esta fase nova :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que venham muitos jantares e muitos crepes de chocolate com red bull nhamiii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um brinde a vocês... o "nosso" brinde, em Tróia (mais umas óptimas férias (: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDhyT2ECCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JGAqO0T136Q/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030769038209583138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDhyT2ECCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JGAqO0T136Q/s320/DSC04126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3534976168335755596?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3534976168335755596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3534976168335755596' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3534976168335755596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3534976168335755596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/sister.html' title='sister'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RdDeGj2EB8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YgTPRccSHTY/s72-c/Picture+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-618861289212379264</id><published>2007-02-10T14:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:26:32.099Z</updated><title type='text'>Putin "ataca" EUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc3VOj2EB7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xyqrprNA6rU/s1600-h/_42557255_putin_afp203body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029910804959594418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc3VOj2EB7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xyqrprNA6rU/s320/_42557255_putin_afp203body.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Putin attacks 'very dangerous' US&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russian President Vladimir Putin has attacked the United States for what he said was its "almost uncontained" use of force around the world. America's "very dangerous" approach to global relations was fuelling a nuclear arms race, he told a security summit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@: BBC News&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;&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;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finalmente alguém com coragem para dizer verdades...&lt;/span&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/3252156116252729456-618861289212379264?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/618861289212379264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=618861289212379264' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/618861289212379264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/618861289212379264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/finalmente.html' title='Putin &quot;ataca&quot; EUA'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc3VOj2EB7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xyqrprNA6rU/s72-c/_42557255_putin_afp203body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-672889085959979490</id><published>2007-02-10T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:09:02.998Z</updated><title type='text'>Um novo dia</title><content type='html'>Ficou frio.&lt;br /&gt;O fogo apagou-se. Escureceu.&lt;br /&gt;Ele saiu. Ela chorou.&lt;br /&gt;Ódio, raiva, desespero.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento.&lt;br /&gt;O encontro da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Confusão, alívio. Medo.&lt;br /&gt;Dor.&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo que pesa.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza no olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite vazia.&lt;br /&gt;Busca de alento.&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-672889085959979490?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/672889085959979490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=672889085959979490' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/672889085959979490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/672889085959979490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/um-novo-dia.html' title='Um novo dia'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-1526019207078237395</id><published>2007-02-09T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:05:57.137Z</updated><title type='text'>pics jantar de turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0NCT2EB6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GuDoMH3kpDE/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029690692180641698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0NCT2EB6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GuDoMH3kpDE/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0L-T2EB5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/lsmBde8UrYE/s1600-h/P1260023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0Llz2EB4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XQPEjmmYU7A/s1600-h/P1260023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029689103042742146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0Llz2EB4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XQPEjmmYU7A/s320/P1260023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0LMj2EB3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_TXYdvKwpOw/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029688669251045234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0LMj2EB3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_TXYdvKwpOw/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0K4T2EB2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lYhDrQXEfcg/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029688321358694242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0K4T2EB2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lYhDrQXEfcg/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0Kfz2EB1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ILWVOCFb_DE/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029687900451899218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0Kfz2EB1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ILWVOCFb_DE/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0Jvj2EBzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PJfgVv8iHAM/s1600-h/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029687071523211058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0Jvj2EBzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PJfgVv8iHAM/s320/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda bem q vcs existem na minha vida :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends will be friends (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijo grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3252156116252729456-1526019207078237395?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1526019207078237395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1526019207078237395' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1526019207078237395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1526019207078237395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/pics-jantar-de-turma.html' title='pics jantar de turma'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rc0NCT2EB6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GuDoMH3kpDE/s72-c/26janeiro2007mercado+ribeira4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-4863431482147853800</id><published>2007-02-07T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:09:41.518Z</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RcoU-rIpUvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XDs-ADYzSVg/s1600-h/desktop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028855000876012274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="319" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RcoU-rIpUvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XDs-ADYzSVg/s320/desktop.bmp" width="434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what happens when karma&lt;br /&gt;turns right around and bites you,&lt;br /&gt;and everything you stand for&lt;br /&gt;turns on you to spite you...?&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/3252156116252729456-4863431482147853800?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4863431482147853800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4863431482147853800' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4863431482147853800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4863431482147853800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/gone_07.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RcoU-rIpUvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XDs-ADYzSVg/s72-c/desktop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-2498163825314993557</id><published>2007-02-05T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:06:22.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Bloguices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo em conta os testes deste site (seguindo as pisadas da Teresa) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vou morrer com 79 anos (nada mau :x)&lt;br /&gt;- O meu talento natural são as relações interpessoais e lidar com as pessoas. Comunico bem e sou boa a juntar grupos que se "zanguem". A minha presença calma ajuda a que as coisas aconteçam melhor. (desconhecia lol)&lt;br /&gt;- Pelos vistos sou mesmo muito bipolar (72% bipolar: You're more than moody - you're a bit unstable.If your mood swings are effecting your life, you may need to seek help. ) Eu avisei LOL&lt;br /&gt;- O meu nome japonês é Yuriko Ichijo (parece de gajo, adiante... :x)&lt;br /&gt;- Em contrapartida o meu nome mexicano é Doña Elsa (mt bom :p)&lt;br /&gt;- O meu "candy heart" diz: "You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship. You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you. Your flirting style: friendly and sweet. What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance. Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive" (lol lindo!)&lt;br /&gt;- O meu coração é azul (aii aiii :x)&lt;br /&gt;- Sou mais Yang do que Yin (seja lá o q isso queira dizer)&lt;br /&gt;- A minha bebida é a Margarita (You aren't just the life of the party, you are the party! You mix a good drink, bust out some great music, and know how to get down.) Oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é assim... fico-me por aqui. Descobri algumas coisas engraçadas sobre mim; outras só vieram confirmar o que já pensava :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-2498163825314993557?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/2498163825314993557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=2498163825314993557' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/2498163825314993557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/2498163825314993557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloguices.html' title='Bloguices'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-6146211115441187703</id><published>2007-02-05T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:58:46.037Z</updated><title type='text'>'Calcio' negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RceoO7IpUtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bo-rbCUqdCc/s1600-h/070205italia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028172483328037586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RceoO7IpUtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bo-rbCUqdCc/s320/070205italia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi hoje a enterrar mais uma vitima de confrontos entre adeptos italianos.&lt;br /&gt;O jogo entre o Palermo e o Catania já tinha sido interrompido devido aos foguetes atirados para o relvado e ao gás lacrimogéneo que a polícia lançou para o estádio para acalmar os ânimos dos adeptos. O jogo foi retomado e a violência no final estendeu-se às ruas italianas.&lt;br /&gt;O resultado foi um policia morto e dezenas de pessoas feridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz confusão como em pleno século XXI ainda nos damos ao luxo de, em países ditos civilizados, haver mortes como esta.&lt;br /&gt;Milhares de pessoas juntaram-se para dizer adeus a um homem, um polícia, um marido, um pai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Itália o campeonato vai parar durante 15 dias e o Parlamento vai debater sobre o sucedido. Quando o campeonato recomeçar será com medidas "drásticas", principalmente para as claques que acompanham os clubes, para evitar cenas de violência como as que se viram nas televisões de todo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal que se apresse a implementar medidas semelhantes. Por cá, não tem acontecido com tanta gravidade, mas... até quando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-6146211115441187703?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6146211115441187703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6146211115441187703' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6146211115441187703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6146211115441187703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/calcio-negro.html' title='&apos;Calcio&apos; negro'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RceoO7IpUtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bo-rbCUqdCc/s72-c/070205italia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-5500654249137610708</id><published>2007-02-04T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:57:48.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminho a teu lado mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Caminho a teu lado mudo  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentes-me, vês-me alheado ...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perguntas: Sim ... Não ... Não sei ...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho saudades de tudo ...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até, porque está passado,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do próprio mal que passei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, hoje é um dia feliz ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será, não será, por certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num princípio não sei que  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um sentido que me diz  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que isto — o céu longe e nós perto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só a sombra do que é ...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E lembro-me em meia-amargura  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do passado, do distante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo me é solidão ...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fui nessa morte escura?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sou neste morto instante?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não perguntes ... Tudo é vão.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa, Poesias Inéditas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Palavras para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Este grande senhor, sim, sabia-a toda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5500654249137610708?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5500654249137610708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5500654249137610708' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5500654249137610708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5500654249137610708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/caminho-teu-lado-mudo.html' title='Caminho a teu lado mudo'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-6365851216133070234</id><published>2007-02-03T02:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:29:30.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Por ti, para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É por ti que acordo diariamente disposto a ser uma pessoa melhor, é para ti que tudo o que faço remete. É fácil escrever coisas como "tenho saudades tuas" ou até "adoro-te", mas daí ao verdadeiro e puro sentimento vai um passo muitas vezes mais comprido que o suportável. Por isso, não vou aqui enunciar nenhuma dessas frases feitas, recorrentes no dia-a-dia de todo e qualquer casal. Não porque seja indesejável dizer algo do género, mas porque quero ser original.&lt;br /&gt;Se disser que o meu coração bate de ansiedade quando estás longe, não minto (e assim evito o habitual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt;). Se repetir mil e uma vezes que te quero para mim, não estou a ser possessivo. Estou, pois, a reclamar uma recompensa a que aspiro constantemente, tal como tu o fazes quando te referes à minha (então tua) barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Isto de estar apaixonado é muito giro, faz-nos parecer uns autênticos miúdos à descoberta dos sentimentos (o que são os sentimentos, para os miúdos pequenos?). Mas, por outro lado, exige de nós um esforço que nem sempre podemos despender. Ainda assim, quando se quer, tudo se consegue. E eu quero, e quero conseguir. Porque mesmo na adversidade és tu quem me dá força para continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero aqui enaltecer o amor, que, mesmo por vezes escondido, existe e promete durar. Porque o caminho para a felicidade é bem mais curto se dermos as mãos e seguirmos juntos em frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And thank God were together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Desculpa-me a intrusão. Se quiseres, depois de ler, tira isto daqui *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3252156116252729456-6365851216133070234?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6365851216133070234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6365851216133070234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6365851216133070234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/6365851216133070234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/02/por-ti-para-ti.html' title='Por ti, para ti'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7170188235191849108</id><published>2007-01-29T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:29:44.907Z</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb489tLddDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q5SYF-knTCE/s1600-h/carinA+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025521264989402162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb489tLddDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q5SYF-knTCE/s320/carinA+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb48ENLddCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BO-I5jWVXzU/s1600-h/carinA+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the truth about the truth: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;she hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3252156116252729456-7170188235191849108?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7170188235191849108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7170188235191849108' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7170188235191849108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7170188235191849108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb489tLddDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q5SYF-knTCE/s72-c/carinA+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-521411843782315123</id><published>2007-01-29T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:41:17.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Head down</title><content type='html'>"Tento não me ir abaixo mas, não sou de ferro,&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso que tudo vai passar, parece que mais me enterro.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma nuvem cinzenta que me acompanha onde estiver,&lt;br /&gt;E penso para mim mesmo, será que Deus me quer?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma granda merda, e depois a morte,&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com a sua sina, cada um com a sua sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Não peço muito, não peço mais do que tenho direito,&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás e analiso tudo o que tenho feito.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando errei foi a tentar fazer bem,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é o ódio, não desejo mal a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Há-de surgir um raio de luz no meio da porcaria,&lt;br /&gt;Porque até um relógio parado está certo duas vezes por dia.&lt;br /&gt;Vou aguentando, a esperança é a última morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Neste jogo incerto que resultado, não posso prever,&lt;br /&gt;E quando penso em desistir por me sentir infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;Oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb4jXdLddBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D2IC39oOEVA/s1600-h/fada3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025493120068711442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb4jXdLddBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D2IC39oOEVA/s320/fada3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-me em baixo, a chorar à toa, quando me fazes isto.&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir a pior pessoa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um nó na garganta por não te dizer tudo o que penso. Porque, ao contrário de ti, eu não falo para depois me arrepender...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me bater com a cabeça nas paredes, deixa-me aprender por mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te, mãe... mas não queiras que eu deixe de viver só para não cometer os erros que tu cometeste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-521411843782315123?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/521411843782315123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=521411843782315123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/521411843782315123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/521411843782315123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/head-down.html' title='Head down'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rb4jXdLddBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D2IC39oOEVA/s72-c/fada3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-6069015451319866784</id><published>2007-01-25T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:52:12.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, pai (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rbi1b9LddAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dSNYNNVFE1c/s1600-h/o3+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023964876215514114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rbi1b9LddAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dSNYNNVFE1c/s320/o3+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infelizmente não podes estar junto a nós todos neste dia tão especial, mas estás melhor e isso basta para me fazer sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, mal acabe de escrever isto vou rumar ao hospital para estar contigo e dar-te um abraço daqueles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I guess you'll always be a mystery to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you taught me how to value life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And what else do I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a dad who watches over me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Muitos Parabéns, daddy :) Luv u&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/3252156116252729456-6069015451319866784?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/6069015451319866784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=6069015451319866784' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-8265600377533645111</id><published>2007-01-24T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T01:01:23.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Um post à amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu 'tou aqui- Boss AC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yoh esta é para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tenho muito, mas o pouco que tenho é teu&lt;br /&gt;Se mais ninguém te ouvir tu sabes quem te ouve sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando tiveres triste, com falta de um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fecha os olhos não temas porque eu vou estar aqui contigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que pensas muitas vezes que queres fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sei que gritas e não tens ninguém para te acudir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vida madrasta nada corre como a gente quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tens que enfrentar o destino pro que der e vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao meu alcance faço tudo o que puder por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peço desculpas pelos meus erros, sei que os cometi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não vou julgar-te porque também eu posso ser réu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não vou julgar-te porque quem te julga está no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero que saibas que podes contar com o meu amparo&lt;br /&gt;Amizade pura é um sentimento cada vez mais raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Conto contigo pa fazeres o que faço por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando nada correr bem eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tantas as coisas que juntos fizemos tu e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Custa a crer, mas a verdade é que o tempo correu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nem sempre é fácil, às vezes frases magoam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem deixar mágoas porque amigos são os que perdoam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É quando se vê quem é amigo de quem, no mal e no bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sentindo desdém, rodeado de gente sem nunca ter ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alguém para falar, sempre pronto a escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A mão que se estende, a mão que te ajuda a levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem te corrige quando tu não sabes o que é certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem te dá água quando te perdes nalgum deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sempre por perto, sempre pronto pa chorar ou rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem te conhecece e sabe quando tu estás a mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não sou perfeito, mas sabes que sou sincero&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te esqueças de mim, aqui é tudo o que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E espero que nada, nem ninguém nos faça separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Conto contigo, comigo podes sempre contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(You can call me)&lt;br /&gt;yoh esta e' para ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I'll be right there) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Verdadeira amizade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tu sabes quem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não tenho muito mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(You can call me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o pouco que tenho é teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I'll be right there), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A minha amizade sincera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tu sabes quem és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can call me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll be right there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll be right there...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica mais uma musica que me marcou muito, porque fala da amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre disse que nunca tive muitos amigos, é verdade. mas não interessa ter muitos, interessa ter os melhores. E disso, decerto, não me posso queixar.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a vida estive rodeada de pessoas extraordinárias (:&lt;br /&gt;E dedico esta musica a algumas delas, pelo marco que deixaram na minha vida :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfUKtLdc5I/AAAAAAAAACo/D8TR3KMvVfM/s1600-h/Ana+S.+e+Paulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023717189746520978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfUKtLdc5I/AAAAAAAAACo/D8TR3KMvVfM/s320/Ana+S.+e+Paulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: Ana Sofia e o seu amor, Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ana Sofia&lt;/span&gt;, a grande amiga desde os 6 anos de idade. vivemos muito juntas. passámos por tudo. O Benfica, a escola, os namoricos. Amizade pura que perdura, embora com menos intensidade devido às andanças universitárias (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Inês&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Énia&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Carla&lt;/span&gt;... que tornaram os anos do secundário inesqueciveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fernando&lt;/span&gt;, os melhores amigos de sempre na infãncia até ao secundário :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfTptLdc4I/AAAAAAAAACg/p_j7BJEXdG4/s1600-h/Tiago+MA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023716622810837890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfTptLdc4I/AAAAAAAAACg/p_j7BJEXdG4/s320/Tiago+MA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: M.A. (= Melhor Amigo :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M.A.&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. Tiago) o super hiper amigo encontrado no 10º ano (: ainda bem que o "amor" não foi em frente porque fomos feitos para ser amigos ehehe e assim não se perdeu uma amizade :p aqui trajadinho, como manda a tradição :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfZ3NLdc-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/eJ2MZZYeH0Y/s1600-h/39039238.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfZ3NLdc-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/eJ2MZZYeH0Y/s1600-h/39039238.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023723451808838626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfZ3NLdc-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/eJ2MZZYeH0Y/s320/39039238.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: Morangos, Paulinho, Alentejano, M.A., Marco e Pêras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baião&lt;/span&gt;, ao &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Alentejano&lt;/span&gt;, ao &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Paulinho,&lt;/span&gt; ao &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hortelã&lt;/span&gt;, ao &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GT&lt;/span&gt; (nem todos estão na foto mas n encontrei mais nenhuma (: ), que tornaram os intervalos do 10º ao 12º inesqueciveis e super divertidos. e tambem por terem sido os meus unicos companheiros na viagem a Loret. ainda bem que me convenceram a ir mesmo sendo a unica menina :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfTNdLdc3I/AAAAAAAAACY/Cs_qaia5kZg/s1600-h/jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023716137479533426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfTNdLdc3I/AAAAAAAAACY/Cs_qaia5kZg/s320/jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfSB9Ldc2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UE2E_jv6OOU/s1600-h/as+3+doidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023714840399410018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfSB9Ldc2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UE2E_jv6OOU/s320/as+3+doidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfRO9Ldc1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Cr7mBfcRsEA/s1600-h/39039238.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1ª foto: Jaqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2ª foto: Sara, eu e a Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jake,&lt;/span&gt; a best friend. Aquela doida. Nós, as "boas-timidas" lol demos cabo da ferreira dias :x juntamente ca &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ritinha&lt;/span&gt; e ca &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarita&lt;/span&gt;, essas grandes meninas, grandes amigas :D&lt;br /&gt;uma amizade que perdura :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfUl9Ldc6I/AAAAAAAAACw/ui0kxX0o3iE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023717657897956258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfUl9Ldc6I/AAAAAAAAACw/ui0kxX0o3iE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfU-tLdc7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/axuGyVCfbeY/s1600-h/P1010275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023718083099718578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfU-tLdc7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/axuGyVCfbeY/s320/P1010275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rbf2-NLdc_I/AAAAAAAAADY/6CRY9MV1IKo/s1600-h/picture080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023755457905128434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Rbf2-NLdc_I/AAAAAAAAADY/6CRY9MV1IKo/s320/picture080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1ª foto: Nuno, eu, Ricardo, Dura, Romão, Bento e David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2ª foto: Bento, Ricardo, Vanessa, Drya, Maduro, Deco, Igor; Ricardo e David (à frente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3ª foto: Romão e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;dxb&lt;/span&gt;, esse grande grupo de amigos. grandes bebedeiras, noitadas, piqueniques, simples conversas até de madrugada. grandes momentos todos juntos, embora tenham havido momentos menos bons, tristes para mim, com grandes desilusões...&lt;br /&gt;Em especial ao &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ricardo&lt;/span&gt; e à &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;, ao &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;David &lt;/span&gt;e ao &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Romão&lt;/span&gt;, por me terem apoiado quando mais precisei :)&lt;br /&gt;nunca esquecerei tudo o que passámos juntos, todos. E a amizade continua apesar de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfWftLdc8I/AAAAAAAAADA/pvN4QDHv5Pw/s1600-h/17janeiro2007clandestino4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023719749547029442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfWftLdc8I/AAAAAAAAADA/pvN4QDHv5Pw/s320/17janeiro2007clandestino4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto: eu, Joana, Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, mais recentemente, a duas alminhas que me acompanharam durante os anos universitários e que espero sinceramente me continuem a acompanhar o resto da vida. até porque temos muitos projectos juntas :) preparem-se pessoal, nós as 3 vamos atacar o mundo jornalistico eheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Joana&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teresa&lt;/span&gt;, uma amizade muiiito saborosa.&lt;br /&gt;Os almoços, os gozos, os trabalhos, as saídas, os problemas, as risadas doidas, as maluquices. o adormecimento nas aulas (e na mediateca, ne teresa? :p) sei lá. tudo. e é por tudo que vos dedico, principalmente a vocês, esta musica. Porque quando precisei estiveram sempre lá.&lt;br /&gt;É uma forma minima de vos agradecer por tudo o que fizeram estes anos.&lt;br /&gt;Espero ainda vir a ser madrinha de casamento da Teresa e do filho da Joana ahahah&lt;br /&gt;Luv u girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não podia fazer um post sobre este tema sem relembrar 3 melhores amigos que tive e perdi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A dor da ausência fica para sempre e custa ainda mais quando, com o passar dos anos, mesmo que tentemos contrariar, somos levados a esquecer muito do que passámos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ao &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Paulo&lt;/span&gt;, o meu primeiro grande amigo que tive em criança. Dele já lembro muito pouco... mas sei que jamais o esquecerei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ao &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amadeu&lt;/span&gt;, grande amigo das brincadeiras até à terceira classe. Não fosse aquela tarde... há 13 anos..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ainda me lembro tão bem do olhar dele e do sorriso que trazia sempre, sempre :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ao &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Serras&lt;/span&gt;, grande amigo, tantas horas a falar na praia pequena, o refúgio. O gosto pelas motas juntou-nos mais e acabou por nos separar. Lembro-me de muitos momentos passados com ele. Luto para não esquecer o sorriso, as piadas. Jamais esquecerei a alegria que ele me transmitia todos os dias :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8265600377533645111?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8265600377533645111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8265600377533645111' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8265600377533645111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8265600377533645111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/eu-tou-aqui-boss-ac-you-can-call-me-ill.html' title='Um post à amizade'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RbfUKtLdc5I/AAAAAAAAACo/D8TR3KMvVfM/s72-c/Ana+S.+e+Paulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-4502195534842652771</id><published>2007-01-22T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:07:11.427Z</updated><title type='text'>o primeiro desgosto de amor</title><content type='html'>"Ainda lembro o dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o dia em que entraste directamente para o meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me perfeitamente do teu cheiro, das tuas palavras, do teu sorriso e dos teus gestos...&lt;br /&gt;Foi no dia em que trocámos os primeiros olhares, os primeiros sorrisos e os primeiros beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era tão doce, tão belo, tão colorido e tudo parecia tão eterno...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, o que foi doce tornou-se amargo, o que foi belo tornou-se feio, o que foi colorido tornou-se cinzento.&lt;br /&gt;O que parecia eterno é apenas ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Restam apenas recordações...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acabou...&lt;br /&gt;Toda a doçura, beleza, cor e amor que pareciam eternos nesse dia...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o dia e quando o recordo, lembro-me perfeitamente do teu cheiro, das tuas palavras, do teu sorriso e dos teus gestos...&lt;br /&gt;São recordações doces, belas, coloridas e eternas.&lt;br /&gt;Pois agora, quando fecho os olhos ainda lembro o dia... e sinto perfeitamente o teu cheiro, a doçura das tuas palavras, a beleza do teu sorriso e a cor dos teus gestos...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o dia...&lt;br /&gt;e nunca o vou esquecer, tal como não esquecerei o dia de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo o que era doce se tornou amargo, tudo o que era belo se tornou feio, tudo o que tinha cor se tornou negro, tudo o que era eterno se tornou ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;E onde ainda sinto perfeitamente o teu cheiro, as tuas palavras, o teu sorriso e os teus gestos, como se hoje ainda fosse... o dia que ainda lembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9-10-01 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem... quem nunca teve um desgosto de amor?&lt;br /&gt;deixo aqui as memórias do meu primeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(há alguns aninhos... dêem o desconto merecido lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem me dera q tivesse sido o ultimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-4502195534842652771?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4502195534842652771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4502195534842652771' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4502195534842652771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4502195534842652771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-primeiro-desgosto-de-amor.html' title='o primeiro desgosto de amor'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-654706575294463132</id><published>2007-01-17T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:20:10.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto a dor ecoa</title><content type='html'>Sam the Kid - Hereditário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;"Enquanto a dor ecoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;habituado a q ela doa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;porque quem amamos mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;é quem nos mais magoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Não conheço um posto pa fazer um juízo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;pq isto nunca foi penoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;isto é o meu paraíso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;e eu economizo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;ao comunicar isto em concreto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;eu fico indeciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;se eu quero ficar vazio ou completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;A mim não compete fazer a escolha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;só escolho fragmentos de momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;numa recolha, de sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;eu sem ti minto se eu disser que não sinto a tua falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;sinto a ausência duma falta de paciência que te exalta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;ou exaltava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;pq agora silêncio é despertador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;desperta o morto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;desperta a dor em mim que eu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto parece quase um blog musical, podem dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Podem dizer o que quiserem. Levo em conta o que disserem, mas n vou deixar de pôr aqui músicas porque sem música é tão dificil viver... ainda mais ;)&lt;br /&gt;É a música que nos faz vibrar mesmo que estejamos doentes :x&lt;br /&gt;É a música que tem o poder de nos relembrar aquela tarde...&lt;br /&gt;É a música que tem o poder de nos pôr contentes quando estamos em baixo...&lt;br /&gt;É a música que tem o poder de nos fazer deitar aquela lágrima de tristeza mesmo que estejamos mais felizes do que nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Por isto tudo e muito mais vos deixo um pequeno cheirinho de mais uma (:&lt;br /&gt;Oiçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Ra6RLNLdcyI/AAAAAAAAABs/eLKLiLemV-w/s1600-h/o3+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021110256266998562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/Ra6RLNLdcyI/AAAAAAAAABs/eLKLiLemV-w/s320/o3+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parque de campismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gosto mt desta foto. Estamos os 2 uns xonés mas estávamos felizes, como vamos voltar a estar :D Luv U so Much daddy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-654706575294463132?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/654706575294463132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=654706575294463132' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/654706575294463132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/654706575294463132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/enquanto-dor-ecoa.html' title='Enquanto a dor ecoa'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/Ra6RLNLdcyI/AAAAAAAAABs/eLKLiLemV-w/s72-c/o3+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-8897746176516724133</id><published>2007-01-16T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:37:17.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais que um simples cliché...</title><content type='html'>Boss Ac - A Carta Que Nunca Te Escrevi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desde o começo não sei quem és, no fundo não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar sou o culpado, se calhar até mereço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quis confiar em ti, mas não deixaste, não quiseste&lt;br /&gt;Imagino as coisas que tu nunca me disseste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes queria ser mosca e voar por aí, pousar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o que nunca ouvi, ver o que nunca vi nem conheci&lt;br /&gt;Saber se pensas em mim quando não tás comigo&lt;br /&gt;Será que és minha amiga como eu sou teu amigo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que falas mal de mim nas minhas costas?&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas em ti que tu não mostras, ou já não gostas&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes te pedi para seres sincera, quem me dera&lt;br /&gt;Imagino tanta coisa enquanto estou à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Apostei tudo que tinha e saí a perder, sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendido por quem pensei conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem confiança a relação não resiste, o amor não existe&lt;br /&gt;Quando mentiste, não fiquei zangado, mas triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não peço nada em troca, apenas quero sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Por mais crua e dificil que seja, venha a verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Será que me enganas, será que chamas ao outro o que me chamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Será que é verdade quando me dizes que me amas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém te toca em segredo? Será que é medo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que para ti não passo que mais algum brinquedo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que exagero? Será que não passa de imaginação?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é o meu nome que tens gravado no teu coração, ou não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu sou a merda que vês, ao menos sabes quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;E sabes que tudo que tenho é tudo aquilo que eu te dou&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te prometi mais do que podia&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro encarar a realidade a viver na fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Também te magoei, mas nunca foi essa a intenção&lt;br /&gt;E acredita que ver-te infeliz partiu-me o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mas errar é humano e eu dou o braço a torcer&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço os meus erros sei que já te fiz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Porque é que não me olhas nos olhos quando pedes perdão?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é por saberes que neles vês o refexo do teu coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;E os olhos não mentem enquanto a boca o faz&lt;br /&gt;E se ainda não me conheces, então nunca conhecerás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Serás capaz de fazer o que te peço?&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa-me ser mal educado, quando stresso&lt;br /&gt;Assim me expresso, sofro e praguejo o excesso&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguissemos dialogar já seria um progresso&lt;br /&gt;A chama enfraquece e está a morrer aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que é assim, será que estamos a ficar loucos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Acho que nunca soubeste o quanto gostei de ti&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a carta que eu nunca te escrevi...&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q esta musica diz tudo por isso quis partilhá-la com quem possa não conhecer. Senão conhecem deviam ouvir. Cantada ganha outro sentido.&lt;br /&gt;"Acho que nunca soubeste o quanto gostei de ti", já repararam como uma unica frase é capaz de mudar o rumo de uma vida...?&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo nunca caiam no erro de não expressar o que sentem. Depois pode ser tarde demais. E não, isto não é só um simples cliché.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8897746176516724133?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8897746176516724133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8897746176516724133' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8897746176516724133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8897746176516724133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/mais-que-um-simples-clich.html' title='Mais que um simples cliché...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8608446289299598518</id><published>2007-01-12T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:21:23.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda o Natal...</title><content type='html'>No Natal… fica bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se a época mais esperada do ano. Para além das férias de Verão, estes devem ser os dias mais aguardados pela maioria da população.&lt;br /&gt;Os enfeites, o bolo-rei, o Pai Natal e as renas. As filhós, o bacalhau, as couves e o borrego. E, acima de tudo… as prendas. São elas que movem milhões de portugueses aos centros comerciais em poucos dias. São elas que movem milhões de euros todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;O dinheiro circula, mas em sentido único: dos bolsos para a caixa da loja. O sinal está verde para gastar. Nesta época é assim, não há stop que os pare. O sinal vermelho aparece apenas em Janeiro quando o saldo está (muito) mais baixo do que o esperado e se apertam os cordões à bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em época de Natal não se olham a meios, nem a gastos.&lt;br /&gt;E, este ano, mais do que o normal, reparei nisso, não trabalhasse em part-time numa das lojas de roupa mais populares de Portugal: a Zara.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é. O Pai Natal que aprenda espanhol porque, pelos vistos, Natal não é Natal se não houver na árvore um embrulho azul que diga Zara.&lt;br /&gt;A ânsia é tanta de comprar que se gasta o que se tem… e o que se queria ter.&lt;br /&gt;Não foram raras as pessoas que chegadas à caixa para pagar se viram confrontadas com a mensagem “anulado/não disponível”, depois de passado o cartão de crédito, ou débito, na máquina de pagamento. “Não é possível, eu ainda tenho lá dinheiro”, respondem alguns dos mais cépticos. Outros, conscientes das compras em massa e das quantias exorbitantes em jogo, admitem na hora a despesa: “o plafond do cartão já deve ter sido excedido por hoje”. Sorriem, deixam as compras. Voltam amanhã para vir buscar. Fica bem não ter dinheiro disponível nesta altura.&lt;br /&gt;E não passa disto. A época de solidariedade, de paz, de amor, de alegria, não passa de pouco mais de uma semana de compras desenfreada, a correr de loja em loja, de centro comercial em centro comercial.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, admitamos, nesta época estão (quase) todos muito mais predispostos a ajudar o próximo. Fica bem dar esmola ao ceguinho, fica bem dar gorjeta ao empregado (desde já agradeço a todos os clientes os 10 cêntimos de troco que decidiram dar-me), fica bem comprar os bonequinhos das instituições sociais. Fica bem. Porque é Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, não posso deixar de reservar um espaço a todos aqueles que, mesmo em época de Natal, uma época de suposta tolerância e concórdia, decidiram pedir o livro de reclamações porque estavam há muito tempo na fila para pagar a camisola para o tio do primo do amigo. Ah, e respondendo à pergunta que mais foi feita na caixa durante esta época: Sim, depois do Natal, se já não quiser a prenda que lhe puseram no sapatinho, pode dirigir-se à caixa com o talão que o dinheiro será devolvido. Porque em Janeiro as coisas apertam, e já não fica tão bem rir-se do “anulado/não disponível” do cartão Visa ou Multibanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Agora q o Natal já passou... já fizeram as devoluções todas? ou preferiram fazer trocas por roupa de saldo? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8608446289299598518?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8608446289299598518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8608446289299598518' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8608446289299598518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8608446289299598518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/ainda-o-natal.html' title='Ainda o Natal...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7236410126384343305</id><published>2007-01-12T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:57:57.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Tio by sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQuNLdcxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pnCOvenbijo/s1600-h/a+RUA+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019280170702172946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQuNLdcxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pnCOvenbijo/s320/a+RUA+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQWdLdcwI/AAAAAAAAABI/7u7ehAcUHPE/s1600-h/a+mupie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019279762680279810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQWdLdcwI/AAAAAAAAABI/7u7ehAcUHPE/s320/a+mupie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQC9LdcvI/AAAAAAAAABA/3LefRxZDzpE/s1600-h/a+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019279427672830706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQC9LdcvI/AAAAAAAAABA/3LefRxZDzpE/s320/a+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagPr9LdcuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4bt_5fyP_jM/s1600-h/a+mupie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019279032535839458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagPr9LdcuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4bt_5fyP_jM/s320/a+mupie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagPbtLdctI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UGME29krg28/s1600-h/a+mupie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019278753362965202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagPbtLdctI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UGME29krg28/s320/a+mupie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digam lá que a minha irmã não é uma artista por fazer estas coisas.. e que o meu tio não tem bué pinta de segurança?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;lindo :p&lt;br /&gt;Luv u both*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7236410126384343305?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7236410126384343305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7236410126384343305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7236410126384343305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7236410126384343305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/tio-by-sister.html' title='Tio by sister'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RagQuNLdcxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pnCOvenbijo/s72-c/a+RUA+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-8276021012058999160</id><published>2007-01-11T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:21:34.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Adoro-te, pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RaZyCtLdcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4G3esCfIvU/s1600-h/o3+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018824225563964098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k19haRLh1ZU/RaZyCtLdcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4G3esCfIvU/s320/o3+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te aqui. Quero as tuas melhoras. Quero poder abraçar-te sempre que possa e dizer que te adoro muito. Quero que não sofras. Quero voltar a ver o teu sorriso. Quero que me aqueças as mãos com as tuas. Quero poder rir contigo das baboseiras um do outro. Quero ensinar-te o que quiseres e ouvir o que tens para mim. Quero-te feliz. Quero sentir a tua presença sempre. Quero que baste sair do quarto para te encontrar. Quero que me faças os teus petiscos deliciosos. Quero que este sofrimento todo acabe. Quero poder ainda rir-me disto contigo. Quero que possas ver rapidinho o novo bébé da familia. Quero passar os teus anos contigo. Quero que, quando saires, nao voltes para lá. Quero-te junto a mim, da mãe, da mana, do Marco... e de todos os outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3252156116252729456-8276021012058999160?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8276021012058999160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8276021012058999160' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8276021012058999160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8276021012058999160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/adoro-te-pai.html' title='Adoro-te, pai'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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/_k19haRLh1ZU/RaZyCtLdcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D4G3esCfIvU/s72-c/o3+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252156116252729456.post-4831715448500214988</id><published>2007-01-11T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:22:06.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Zara 309</title><content type='html'>Bem... as ultimas horas de trabalho tornaram-se mais dificeis do que pensei. Em vez do alivio esperado, invadiu-me uma sensação de saudade... e ainda ali estava. Na tão usual caixa central. O espaço onde tenho passado mais tempo nestes ultimos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Não podia "encerrar" este capitulo da vida sem falar um pouco sobre ele e deixar-vos, a vocês, algumas palavras. Afinal de contas foram 6 meses da minha looonga (espera-se :x) vida.&lt;br /&gt;6 meses onde conheci muita gente, onde encontrei amizades sem esperar. 6 meses de stress, de trabalho, de cansaço mas também de muita paródia, muito riso, muito companheirismo ;)&lt;br /&gt;Bem.. foi uma despedida q não estava à espera... hoje vi q era minimamente importante para vocês, e é bom sentir isso :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Rita, à Vera, ao Ricardo, ao Rui, à Mónica, à Rosa (e às ex-combatentes Tânia e Sandra) do "Woman".&lt;br /&gt;À Mena, à Marta Ladeira, à Marta Aniceto, à Eloísa, à Fabiana, à Tânia, à Sónia, à Lúcia, à Maria João, ao Ricardo, à Sofia (e aos ex-combatentes Bruno, Brigite, Catarina e Manel) do "Básico".&lt;br /&gt;À Paula, à Sónia, ao João, à Vera, à Ana do "Trafa".&lt;br /&gt;À Diana e à Filipa do armazém. E ao António do camião.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Bruno, à Catarina, à Tânia, à Patricia, ao Miguel (e ao ex-combatente Bruno) de "Homem".&lt;br /&gt;À Celeste, à Nádia, à Andreia, à Marta, à Cátia de "Criança".&lt;br /&gt;À Laura, à Márcia, à Eva, à Patricia, à Marina, à Raquel, ao Nélson e (à aos ex-combatentes Joana e Sérgio) da caixa :D .&lt;br /&gt;Às encarregadas (e aspirantes a tal): Patricia Soeiro, Paula Queirós, Marina, Carla Ferreira, Paula Casal. E também aqui às ex-combatentes Carla cardoso, Cláudia Bolrão e Paula Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos estes e mais alguns, que provavelmente me estão a escapar à memória, quero agradecer por todos os momentos. Acho que ensinei tudo o que podia e sei que aprendi ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez venha a concretizar o vosso desejo de me verem na televisão a cobrir a volta a Portugal :x lol&lt;br /&gt;Adorei conhecer-vos a todos... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo enorme&lt;br /&gt;da (pa sempre) Pucanina "Rainha dos Minimeus" :P&lt;br /&gt;Carina (31193)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-4831715448500214988?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4831715448500214988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4831715448500214988' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4831715448500214988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4831715448500214988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2007/01/zara-309.html' title='Zara 309'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5734149544124055987</id><published>2006-12-18T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:32:36.860Z</updated><title type='text'>song 2 u</title><content type='html'>"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While youre far away dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment&lt;br /&gt;I treasure&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Id miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;Id still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And Im wondering what youre dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if its me youre seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And thank God were together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Id miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;Id still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Id miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;Id still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dont want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to miss a thing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e puff... foi magia :x&lt;div 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u'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5271646975257443220</id><published>2006-11-28T08:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:23:47.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilha...</title><content type='html'>Ilha (Lua Extravagante)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se vai ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Navio da boa hora&lt;br /&gt;Pode encalhar&lt;br /&gt;Na ilusão da glória&lt;br /&gt;Em prata e oiro&lt;br /&gt;Direi então a história&lt;br /&gt;De um marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Que à Pátria não voltou&lt;br /&gt;De amores primeiros&lt;br /&gt;Se abandonou ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Nos mares do Sul&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração ficou&lt;br /&gt;Ilha gentia&lt;br /&gt;Viva no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Da aventura&lt;br /&gt;À voz de uma monção&lt;br /&gt;Que assoprou leve&lt;br /&gt;O caminho a Oriente&lt;br /&gt;À nau feliz&lt;br /&gt;Por nunca mais voltar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão liinda (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns aos meus papis, que hj fazem 24 anos de casados*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/320/o3%20178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5271646975257443220?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5271646975257443220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5271646975257443220' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5271646975257443220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5271646975257443220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/ilha.html' title='Ilha...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-5665650536379363105</id><published>2006-11-21T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:51:17.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Telepatia</title><content type='html'>“Foi contigo que eu senti a telepatia,&lt;br /&gt;na minha noite fria foste a minha magia.&lt;br /&gt;E eu sentia a minha alma vazia&lt;br /&gt;mas apagaste-me “tristeza”&lt;br /&gt;e escreveste-me “alegria”.&lt;br /&gt;Vende-me um abraço&lt;br /&gt;e compra-me o desejo&lt;br /&gt;de dormir nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;e acordar no teu beijo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti, TANB &amp;amp; Butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-5665650536379363105?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/5665650536379363105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=5665650536379363105' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5665650536379363105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/5665650536379363105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/telepatia.html' title='Telepatia'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-8649440169493240106</id><published>2006-11-21T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:01:58.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Hum?</title><content type='html'>20.10.2006&lt;br /&gt;17.36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trriririririri pririririri triririririri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;'Tou?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Estou sim? 'Tou a falar com a Ana Quiteres?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Está sim&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Boa tarde. Você hoje esteve nos serviços de acção social do IPL a assinar a bolsa de estudo referente ao mês de Novembro, certo?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sim, sim. Estive&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Pois é. E porque é que só assinou hoje?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ããhhhh... eu já tinha dito à sua colega... não reparei que este mês só podia ser até dia 17... e não até ao dia 20, como todos os outros....&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Pois. É o que todos disseram. Mas a informação está exposta no SAS e nas escolas&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pois, eu sei... mas sinceramente não reparei mesmo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Vai ter de fazer um requerimento por escrito a dizer porque é que só assinou hoje&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hum&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Sim. Mande por e-mail ou entregue nos serviços de accção social. Explique-se. E veja lá o que vai escrever&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sim, está bem... mas eu vou dizer a verdade&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Você é que sabe. Diga o que quiser. Tem é de fazer o requerimento por escrito a dizer o porquê&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Obrigada então... e desculpe o incómodo&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;De nada! Boa tarde&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"... &lt;em&gt;boa tarde&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pi pi pi pi pi ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivam as burocracias... !&lt;br /&gt;... E acima de tudo viva a minha xonézice, que me faz deixar tudo para a última hora... :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-8649440169493240106?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/8649440169493240106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=8649440169493240106' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8649440169493240106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/8649440169493240106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/hum.html' title='Hum?'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-3375938483385485915</id><published>2006-11-20T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:39:23.676Z</updated><title type='text'>"Agora sei o que é ser-se cego..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roçando-se pela parede, começou a descer a escada, se este lugar  não fosse o segredo que é, e alguém viesse a subir do fundo, teriam de proceder como tinha visto na rua, despegar-se um deles da segurança do encosto, avançar roçando-se pela imprecisa substância do outro, talvez por um instante temer absurdamente que a parede não continuasse do lado de lá,  Estou a perder o juízo, pensou, e tinha razões para isso, a descer como ia por um buraco tenebroso, sem luz nem esperança de a ver, até onde, estes armazéns subterâneos em geral não são altos, primeiro lanço da escada, Agora sei o que é ser-se cego, segundo lanço da escada, Vou gritar, vou gritar, terceiro lanço da escada, as trevas são como uma pasta grossa que se lhe colou à cara, os olhos transformaram-se em bolas de breu, Que é que está diante de mim, e logo a seguir outro pensamento, ainda mais assustador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensaio sobre a Cegueira, José saramago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-3375938483385485915?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/3375938483385485915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=3375938483385485915' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3375938483385485915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/3375938483385485915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/agora-sei-o-que-ser-se-cego.html' title='&quot;Agora sei o que é ser-se cego...&quot;'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-1332613704527877418</id><published>2006-11-16T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:54:20.993Z</updated><title type='text'>aula de spop</title><content type='html'>Dou-vos a conhecer uma pequenina parte da apresentação sobre a Estratégia de Lisboa (dada na aula de SPOP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que é a Estratégia de Lisboa?&lt;br /&gt;É um conjunto de 24 linhas directivas que visam aumentar a competitividade da Economia Europeia e, dessa forma, garantir a sustentabilidade do Estado Social Moderno e melhorar a qualidade do ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se de uma iniciativa aprovada durante a Presidência portuguesa da União Europeia em 2000 e que foi relançada  em 2005, com foco no emprego e no crescimento económico. "&lt;br /&gt;"Visando aumentar a competitividade económica, a Estratégia de Lisboa faz uma aposta na qualificação das pessoas, das empresas, das instituições e do território. Esse investimento em capital humano e científico traduz-se, no âmbito nacional, para o Plano Tecnológico, no qual estão previstas medidas como:&lt;br /&gt;Programa InovJovem, que visa estimular processos inovadores e de desenvolvimento  empresarial com criação de emprego para jovens qualificados, através de estágios em empresas.&lt;br /&gt;Programa InovContacto, que, através de programas de formação intensivos e de estágios internacionais, pretende contribuir para o reforço da competitiviade das empresas portuguesas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que se aproxima uma nova presidência portuguesa na União Europeia que venham mais medidas que atinjam estes objectivos, e principalmente, que essas medidas sejam postas em prática.&lt;br /&gt;Porque há coisas para as quais a intenção não basta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-1332613704527877418?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/1332613704527877418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=1332613704527877418' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1332613704527877418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/1332613704527877418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/aula-de-spop.html' title='aula de spop'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-9094932775978738200</id><published>2006-11-14T01:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:52:53.964Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o refúgio (a.k.a praia pequena)'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/1600/o3%20159.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/320/o3%20159.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Há-de surgir um raio de luz no meio da porcaria,&lt;br /&gt;Porque até um relógio parado está certo duas vezes por dia...&lt;br /&gt;Vou aguentando, a esperança é a última a morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Neste jogo incerto que resultado, não posso prever..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que não se conseguem controlar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/1600/o3%20159.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3252156116252729456-9094932775978738200?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/9094932775978738200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=9094932775978738200' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9094932775978738200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/9094932775978738200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-4526378698320397581</id><published>2006-11-11T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:16:38.671Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem vcs era td mt mais dificil... (: Muah*'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/1600/DSC00789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/320/DSC00789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/1600/1130019134_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/320/1130019134_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/1600/P6030070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/112/396991713409757/320/P6030070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3252156116252729456-4526378698320397581?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/4526378698320397581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=4526378698320397581' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4526378698320397581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/4526378698320397581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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-3252156116252729456.post-7753090526339663014</id><published>2006-11-11T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:43:33.008Z</updated><title type='text'>À Teresa e ao Rui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Engana os sentidos, cega-te o coração, dura pouco, é astuta, chama-se ilusão..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Este blog é pura ilusão. Para deixar de ser entendida como uma anti-social pela maioria dos&lt;em&gt; bloggers&lt;/em&gt; que conheço decidi, também eu, criar um espaço onde posso dar asas à minha (pouca) imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não prometo textos geniais, palavras que nunca ouviram antes ou grandes dissertações sobre o estado caótico do mundo... :p&lt;br /&gt;Este blog não é um sitio para se visitar todos os dias, raramente terá alguma coisa de interessante para as mentes mais curiosas, mas aqui fica um espaço para escrever sobre o que vier à cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tudo graças à Teresa e ao Rui (desculpa Artur, traí o nosso pacto), tudo devido aos travesseiros em Sintra, no dia em que não chovia (:&lt;br /&gt;Só vocês para acederem aos meus pedidos... Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bem... resta-me dizer uma coisa em jeito de despedida: Artur, tás out :p ahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252156116252729456-7753090526339663014?l=carinasleepy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/feeds/7753090526339663014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3252156116252729456&amp;postID=7753090526339663014' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7753090526339663014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252156116252729456/posts/default/7753090526339663014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinasleepy.blogspot.com/2006/11/teresa-e-ao-rui.html' title='À Teresa e ao Rui'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350192413246267820</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></feed>
