<?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-7814514334767899947</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:48:00.463-08:00</updated><category term='sol'/><category term='músicas'/><category term='jpr'/><category term='calor'/><category term='verão'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='leituras'/><category term='primeira fila'/><category term='porto'/><category term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Porto de Abrigo</title><subtitle type='html'>"Para sempre é sempre demasiado tempo"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-4118096098844273445</id><published>2011-10-10T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T10:40:07.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>Nem em sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Com alegria digo coisas&lt;br /&gt;  Que nem em sonhos te diria&lt;br /&gt;  Nem a ferros nem por sombras&lt;br /&gt;  Ouvirias certas coisas que eu te disse outro dia"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;é isso *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-4118096098844273445?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4118096098844273445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem-em-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4118096098844273445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4118096098844273445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem-em-sonhos.html' title='Nem em sonhos'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7904162513381289543</id><published>2011-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:04:27.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beijinho na testa *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Desenha-me uma árvore, desenha-me o sol, um sol a sorrir, com sobrancelhas e nariz, desenha-me nuvens com cerejas penduradas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conta-me uma história. Não te vás embora ainda, conta-me uma história que acabe bem, com pessoas felizes para sempre. Mente-me. Faz o favor de me mentires desde que sejam mentiras que eu goste. Dá-me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; um beijinho na testa. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não custa muito, um beijinho na testa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;António Lobo Antunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7904162513381289543?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7904162513381289543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2011/01/beijinho-na-testa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7904162513381289543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7904162513381289543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2011/01/beijinho-na-testa.html' title='beijinho na testa *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-1806341061373320238</id><published>2011-01-13T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:44:52.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sim: existe a moral, como existe a alma, esse estofo da pele onde circulam sonhos, paixões, desejos, frustrações, medos, a rede intrincada dos sentimentos e dos pensamentos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Pedrosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-1806341061373320238?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1806341061373320238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2011/01/sim-existe-moral-como-existe-alma-esse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/1806341061373320238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/1806341061373320238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2011/01/sim-existe-moral-como-existe-alma-esse.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-9142031426121864465</id><published>2010-11-15T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:35:52.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"um corpo que procura um corpo suspenso que por vezes toca o lugar e quase não pesa um corpo que por momentos é pessoa e pássaro um corpo que se descola da terra em direcção ao espaço, a um espaço que não existe, mas que se inventa por momentos".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alugo-me para sonhar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto tanto *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-9142031426121864465?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/9142031426121864465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-corpo-que-procura-um-corpo-suspenso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/9142031426121864465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/9142031426121864465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-corpo-que-procura-um-corpo-suspenso.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-3784230037568614889</id><published>2010-11-12T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T06:07:59.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disseram</title><content type='html'>Um dia disseram (nos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"filhos dum deus selvagem e secreto e cobertos de lama, caminhamos por cidades, por nuvens e desertos. Ao vento semeamos o que os homens não querem. Ao vento arremessamos as verdades que doem e as palavras que ferem. Da noite que nos gera, e nós amamos, só os astros trazemos. A treva ficou onde todos guardamos a certeza oculta do que nós não dizemos, mas que somos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ary dos Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para sempre :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-3784230037568614889?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3784230037568614889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/11/disseram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3784230037568614889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3784230037568614889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/11/disseram.html' title='Disseram'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-2583940484150630473</id><published>2010-09-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T07:49:24.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não inventamos pretextos para nos adiarmos - essa é a única maturidade que alcançámos, a única que desejámos, felizes por termos conseguido manter intacta a ingenuidade e a capacidade de deslumbramento debaixo do fogo cerrado do cinismo que serve de ritual de passagem para a suposta idade madura. Envelhecer não significa necessariamente embrutecer - deixar de chorar desconsoladamente e de rir às gargalhadas, deixar de acreditar na força transfiguradora da paixão e na possibilidade de um mundo melhor, deixarmos de dizer o que pensamos e agir exactamente de acordo com isso. O corpo pode correr menos - mas abraça melhor, com mais vagar, porque em cada afago florescem todos os afagos anteriores, os reais e os sonhados."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Pedrosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adoro*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-2583940484150630473?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2583940484150630473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/09/crescer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/2583940484150630473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/2583940484150630473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/09/crescer.html' title='Crescer'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-4100497423569780875</id><published>2010-08-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:16:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Os grandes escritores não se desfazem em cinzas, é isso que os pequenos poderes não lhes perdoam: o facto de serem imortais, e de continuarem a apontar-lhes o dedo e a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;desmanchar-lhes as poses, página a página, palavra a palavra."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inês Pedrosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-4100497423569780875?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4100497423569780875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-grandes-escritores-nao-se-desfazem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4100497423569780875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4100497423569780875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-grandes-escritores-nao-se-desfazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-6434373378188001610</id><published>2010-08-21T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:17:01.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Jornalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Temos por hábito falar mais alto do que a realidade. Mas quando a realidade, só por si, fala tão alto, a nossa obrigação é baixar o tom, para que as pessoas percebam. Se o acontecimento grita, é dramático, devemos sussurrar às pessoas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Óscar Mascarenhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ainda tenho o ingénuo desejo de mudar o mundo, através do jornalismo, através daquilo que um dia espero vir a escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-6434373378188001610?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6434373378188001610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/jornalismo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/6434373378188001610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/6434373378188001610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/jornalismo.html' title='Jornalismo'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-6976122085895876155</id><published>2010-08-06T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:13:24.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enquanto sonho, as recordações da minha infância e da minha mocidade, vêem-me uma a uma, suaves, calmas, risonhas, como ilhas de flores neste lamaçal de pensamentos negros e confusos, que turbilhonam no meu cérebro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passo a minha vida a sonhar. Dizem que sou uma &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhadora&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/7814514334767899947-6976122085895876155?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6976122085895876155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/sonhadora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/6976122085895876155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/6976122085895876155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/sonhadora.html' title='Sonhadora'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-3103361916381730800</id><published>2010-08-02T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:08:54.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acreditem: é terrível ser esquecido por um retrato. Só muito tarde percebi que o passado e o futuro existem no presente, o que fomos e o que seremos estão connosco agora."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;António Lobo Antunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-3103361916381730800?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3103361916381730800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/acreditem-e-terrivel-ser-esquecido-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3103361916381730800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3103361916381730800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/08/acreditem-e-terrivel-ser-esquecido-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-1541229367001327410</id><published>2010-07-28T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:04:17.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calor'/><title type='text'>Verão!</title><content type='html'>Eu sou uma assumida adepta de praia, completamente, e diga-se de passagem (para inveja de muitos) tenho uma óptima relação com o sol. Acontece que nos últimos dias tem estado um calor absolutamente incrível e está a levar-me à loucura, é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei dizer uma coisa destas, mas não tenho tido a mínima vontade de ir à praia e passar lá o dia inteiro deitada na toalha a apanhar sol, que é de resto uma coisa que adoro fazer. O único lugar onde me sinto verdadeiramente bem é dentro de uma piscina, com água limpa e molhada!&lt;br /&gt;Uma esplanada bem localizada, também não é uma má opção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a simples tarefa de sair à rua a meio da tarde é uma verdadeira tortura e dou por mim a ter conversas muito estranhas e sem sentido com pessoas igualmente estranhas. É caso para dizer que o meu cérebro, que geralmente já não funciona muito bem, tende a funcionar ainda pior perante este calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, parece que amanha vou outra vez à praia, porque gosto de cumprir as minhas promessas, e não me parece que a minha irmã me vá perdoar se lhe dissser que afinal não vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, faço votos de que o calor continue, mas com menos intensidade por favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-1541229367001327410?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1541229367001327410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/07/verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/1541229367001327410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/1541229367001327410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/07/verao.html' title='Verão!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-8411817197655532904</id><published>2010-06-26T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T05:36:47.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'>"Os vampiros da causa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A causa timorense tem muitos amigos. Alguns são tão empenhados que até se dizem jornalistas para terem alguma liberdade de movimentos. É verdade que, por vezes, até colaboram com alguns órgãos de comunicação social. É verdade que, por vezes, o seu trabalho até ajuda a encontrar a verdade. Só que no jornalismo não podem haver causas. Jornalismo é verdade e rigor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estes «jornalistas» não passam de activistas capazes de tudo (até das maiores mentiras) em nome de uma causa que dizem ser sua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dois ou três destes «jornalistas» estão neste momento em Timor Lorosae e estão a tornar-se num sério problema para a segurança de toda a gente, Timorenses e pessoal da UNAMET. Descobrem documentos da CIA em tocas de ratos; têm um papel activo nos acontecimentos incentivando revoltas, sempre de câmara de filmar em riste; furam todas as regras de segurança; mentem da forma mais vil para o mundo «ajudar» a defender a sua causa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma coisa que estes «grandes amantes» da causa timorense nunca dispensam: receber a peso de ouro as «informações» que dizem ir conseguindo, as imagens que muitas vozes encenam para que o dramatismo seja maior e as mentiras do tamanho do desejo da sua invenção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não passam de mercenários. Vampiros que procuram sangue (e quanto mais melhor) para ganharem muito dinheiro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luciano Alvarez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquilo que nunca se pode esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-8411817197655532904?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8411817197655532904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-vampiros-da-causa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8411817197655532904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8411817197655532904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-vampiros-da-causa.html' title='&quot;Os vampiros da causa&quot;'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-3815168442780955109</id><published>2010-06-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:18:31.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Poesia *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O homem habita poeticamente na terra, mas também prosaicamente e se a prosa não existisse, não poderíamos desfrutar da poesia".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edgar Morin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estudar ética e deontologia profissional dá-me a volta à cabeça, tenho dito!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-3815168442780955109?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3815168442780955109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-homem-habita-poeticamente-na-terra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3815168442780955109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3815168442780955109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-homem-habita-poeticamente-na-terra.html' title='Poesia *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-3359694643503008243</id><published>2010-06-16T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:04:18.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornalismo'/><title type='text'>Jornalismo *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enquanto estudava para o exame de Ética e Deontologia Profissional, deparei-me com o vou passar a citar em seguida, e como aspirante a jornalista não resisti a partilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O jornalista não deve revelar, mesmo em juízo, as suas fontes confidenciais de informação, nem desrespeitar os compromissos assumidos, excepto se o tentarem usar para canalizar informações falsas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 6 do Código Deontológico do Jornalista Português&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a esta situação, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Óscar Mascarenhas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no 3º Congresso dos Jornalistas Portugueses (1998), disse o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Lido académica ou juridicamente, quer dizer que sempre que uma fonte anónima dá uma informação falsa, o jornalista pode identificá-la. É o podes! - grita-nos a ética de cá de dentro. Mesmo depois de passar pela prova do dolo, ou seja, estarmos convictos de que, além de nos ter sido prestada uma informação falsa, houve intenção suja de prestar essa informação falsa, abre-se um longo e muito doloroso período de reflexão, consulta aos amigos e ao travesseiro, para saber se iremos usar, pela primeira vez, de prerrogativa que o Código Deontológico nos concedeu! E o mais certo é que o jornalista se silencie e assuma as consequências desse seu heroísmo: se mais ninguém sabe que o jornalista é um herói, pelo menos sabe-o ele - e é quanto basta!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só tenho pena que haja cada vez menos "heróis" no jornalismo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-3359694643503008243?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3359694643503008243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/jornalismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3359694643503008243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3359694643503008243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/jornalismo.html' title='Jornalismo *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7787575061267681258</id><published>2010-06-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:40:07.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Meu dever é de falar, não quero ser cúmplice. Minhas noites seriam atormentadas pelo espectro do inocente que paga, na mais horrível das torturas, por um crime que ele não cometeu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Émile Zola, in "J'Accuse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7787575061267681258?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7787575061267681258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/meu-dever-e-de-falar-nao-quero-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7787575061267681258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7787575061267681258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/06/meu-dever-e-de-falar-nao-quero-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7499956286768486357</id><published>2010-04-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:44:11.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/S9ISBOCGjNI/AAAAAAAAABo/VNee2PikSaw/s1600/Furad%27ouro+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463449110109916370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/S9ISBOCGjNI/AAAAAAAAABo/VNee2PikSaw/s320/Furad%27ouro+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero de volta o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sandália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;óculos de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quero TANTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pode ser? *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7499956286768486357?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7499956286768486357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/04/quero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7499956286768486357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7499956286768486357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/04/quero.html' title='Quero!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/S9ISBOCGjNI/AAAAAAAAABo/VNee2PikSaw/s72-c/Furad%27ouro+164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7127825325004988293</id><published>2010-04-05T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T05:37:47.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leituras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"na verdade ainda está por nascer o primeiro ser humano desprovido daquela segunda pele a que chamamos &lt;strong&gt;egoísmo&lt;/strong&gt;, bem mais dura que a outra, que por qualquer coisa sangra."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensaio sobre a Cegueira&lt;/em&gt;, José Saramago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7127825325004988293?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7127825325004988293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-verdade-ainda-esta-por-nascer-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7127825325004988293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7127825325004988293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-verdade-ainda-esta-por-nascer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-8782329594441653748</id><published>2010-03-27T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:37:31.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jpr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primeira fila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Na "Primeira Fila" no Dia do Teatro</title><content type='html'>Bem, por alguns motivos técnicos que não interessa agora discutir, o primeiro programa radiofónico do "Primeira Fila", não saiu dia 23 de Março como eu havia dito antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, Dia Mundial do Teatro, foi então para o ar o tão aguardado programa do "Primeira Fila". Por este ser um dia especial, decidimos dedicar este primeiro programa ao teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem ver o programa no site do &lt;a href="http://jpr.icicom.up.pt/2010/03/primeira_fila_1_dia_mundial_do_teatro.html"&gt;JPR&lt;/a&gt;. Aproveitem também para acompanhar o &lt;a href="http://na-primeira-fila.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-8782329594441653748?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8782329594441653748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/na-primeira-fila-do-dia-mundial-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8782329594441653748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8782329594441653748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/na-primeira-fila-do-dia-mundial-do.html' title='Na &quot;Primeira Fila&quot; no Dia do Teatro'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-8667200914209846614</id><published>2010-03-18T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:29:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Antes de mais tenho que confessar que a principal razão que me fez escrever este post foi o facto de me ter apercebido que hoje tinha tempo para fazer tudo e para fazer nada. Sei que disse que ia escrever mais vezes, mas isto não anda nada fácil. Mas hoje, finalmente, arranjei um tempinho para vir aqui escrever não sei bem o quê, mas escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, já que aqui estou, vou aproveitar para partilhar convosco que existe um blog recém-nascido que merece alguma atenção, trata-se de um grande projecto chamado "&lt;a href="http://na-primeira-fila.blogspot.com/"&gt;Primeira Fila&lt;/a&gt;". Este é um blog da autoria de futuras grandes senhoras do mundo da comunicação, que se presta a anunciar e a partilhar convosco eventos culturais que se realizem, essencialmente, na bela cidade do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito o momento para anunciar que no próximo dia 23 de Março, terça-feira, o programa "Primeira Fila" tem a sua estreia no &lt;a href="http://jpr.icicom.up.pt/"&gt;JPR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Espero muito sinceramente que se mantenham na Primeira Fila deste nosso projecto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-8667200914209846614?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8667200914209846614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8667200914209846614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8667200914209846614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-1391274847962292727</id><published>2010-03-04T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:27:04.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Um não dito com convicção é melhor e mais importante que um sim dito meramente para agradar , ou, pior ainda, para evitar complicações."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&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/7814514334767899947-1391274847962292727?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1391274847962292727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-nao-dito-com-conviccao-e-melhor-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/1391274847962292727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/1391274847962292727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-nao-dito-com-conviccao-e-melhor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-2846364762998514765</id><published>2010-02-10T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:25:05.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento lamechas *</title><content type='html'>Na segunda-feira saí do metro e ia em direcção a jornalismo, de repente passa por mim uma mulher que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;falava de uma maneira muito particular&lt;/span&gt;, uma maneira que me é especialmente querida, porque durante um ano eu falei daquela maneira tão particular. Por momentos fechei os olhos e vi uma sucessão de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e até de cheiros :p Vi aqueles que nos ensinaram e aqueles que aprenderam a meu lado, vi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Parecia um filme, um filme a azul e preto =) Senti uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tão tão tão grande, uma vontade de vestir uma t-shirt azul e recuar um ano no tempo. Ainda não tinha sentido aquela saudade, e acreditem que sei muito bem o que é ter saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era este o momento lamechas, que tem tudo e nada a ver comigo! Enfim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-2846364762998514765?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2846364762998514765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/momento-lamechas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/2846364762998514765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/2846364762998514765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2010/02/momento-lamechas.html' title='Momento lamechas *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7902201496170962041</id><published>2009-11-29T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:07:22.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdeu-se a venda e a espada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A imagem da justiça está à entrada dos tribunais, uma senhora de olhos vendados e com uma espada nas mãos, supostamente deveria ser imparcial e justa. Acontece que em Portugal, pelo que se tem visto, a justiça recuperou a visão e perdeu a espada, pois imparcialidade e justiça parece que não há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é feito da justiça de que tanto se fala? Aquela que honra os inocentes e coloca os culpados no local devido? Aquela que trata todos como iguais, sem se importar com o cargo que ocupam ou o dinheiro que possuem? Parece que tirou férias, tal como a maioria dos portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente é inocente até se provar o contrário. Essa é a máxima do Direito, mas no nosso país as coisas não se processam assim. Aqui as pessoas são condenadas em praça pública, mesmo sem serem julgadas.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas são iguais aos olhos da lei, isto é o que ensinam na Faculdade de Direito. É o que acontece realmente? Ou a posição que ocupam na sociedade pesa na barra do Tribunal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caso Freeport, que trata da suspeita de corrupção no licenciamento do outlet de Alcochete, faz correr rios de tinta na imprensa, na tentativa de saber qual o verdadeiro envolvimento do Primeiro-Ministro em todo o processo. A verdadeira intenção não deveria ser descobrir e punir os culpados, sejam eles quem forem? Enquanto isso não acontece, ainda há tempo para aqueles que estão envolvidos no processo virem a público tentar limpar a sua imagem e mandar umas acusações para o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então um Processo Face Oculta, que envolve novamente o nome de José Sócrates. Mais uma vez, aquilo que se pretende é conhecer o possível envolvimento do Primeiro-Ministro no favorecimento de grupos de comunicação social. Enquanto se tenta perceber se há culpados ou não, José Sócrates vem a público tentar, mais uma vez, defender a sua imagem. Desta vez, a questão centra-se num conjunto de escutas referentes a conversas que o Primeiro-Ministro terá tido com Armando Vara. A questão que se coloca é, qual seria o conteúdo de tais gravações? Mas ao que parece o interesse da opinião pública é saber se as gravações são legais e há quanto tempo estava o Primeiro-Ministro sob escuta. É tudo uma questão de prioridades, não de justiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho sentido da palavra justiça perdeu-se. Agora é mais importante saber quem do que o quê.&lt;br /&gt;É a justiça que temos, sem venda, sem espada e sem os nobres valores de igualdade e imparcialidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Diana Ferreira&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/7814514334767899947-7902201496170962041?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7902201496170962041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/perdeu-se-venda-e-espada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7902201496170962041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7902201496170962041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/perdeu-se-venda-e-espada.html' title='Perdeu-se a venda e a espada'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-8900104564758715148</id><published>2009-11-20T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:15:01.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso *</title><content type='html'>"É só ter vontade, coragem e acreditar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;conversas que valem por muito *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-8900104564758715148?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8900104564758715148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-isso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8900104564758715148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/8900104564758715148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-isso.html' title='É isso *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-5139861259138120284</id><published>2009-09-26T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:26:09.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passo em frente *</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi o dia. Senti &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;determinação&lt;/span&gt; no seu olhar, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;certeza&lt;/span&gt; de que estava a fazer a coisa certa. As mãos estavam suadas e tremiam, mas em nenhum momento vacilou. Senti-me orgulhosa. Sempre soube que ela tinha muita &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;força&lt;/span&gt;, ou não tinha conseguido chegar até onde chegou, mas há muito que já não a via. Ontem vi, e de que maneira. Agora sim, posso dizer com toda a convicção do mundo, vai ficar tudo bem! Eu estou aqui, como sempre estive. Eu e o meu pequeno abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orgulho em ti, minha &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Super Mulher&lt;/span&gt;! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-5139861259138120284?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5139861259138120284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/passo-em-frente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/5139861259138120284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/5139861259138120284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/passo-em-frente.html' title='Passo em frente *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-6573801486612150752</id><published>2009-08-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:12:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>Quando se passa muito tempo fora o regresso é estranho, inesperado, parece que está tudo mudado. As pessoas parecem diferentes, as ruas não são as mesmas, os sons, os cheiros são estranhos. Isto é o que parece a um primeiro olhar. Mas não é verdade, aquilo que parece mudado continua intacto. As ruas, as pessoas, os sons, os cheiros são os mesmos, e quem mudou foste pura e simplesmente TU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E saber que pedi que voltasses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-6573801486612150752?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6573801486612150752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/regresso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/6573801486612150752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/6573801486612150752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/08/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-4759217476369139919</id><published>2009-07-10T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:06:18.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há amores assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/SlesSxTRo1I/AAAAAAAAABY/kosz6PTIbbI/s1600-h/manas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939720252302162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/SlesSxTRo1I/AAAAAAAAABY/kosz6PTIbbI/s320/manas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Duram para sempre, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;minha menina&lt;/span&gt;! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Nada vale mais que o teu sorriso*&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/7814514334767899947-4759217476369139919?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4759217476369139919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-amores-assim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4759217476369139919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4759217476369139919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-amores-assim.html' title='Há amores assim...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/SlesSxTRo1I/AAAAAAAAABY/kosz6PTIbbI/s72-c/manas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7599150373601499036</id><published>2009-06-25T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:07:07.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>...fiz uma promessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou cumprir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um dia, ainda vou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;voar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e aí levo-te comigo"!   :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7599150373601499036?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7599150373601499036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7599150373601499036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7599150373601499036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-3853478446073924369</id><published>2009-06-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:10:36.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não gosto</title><content type='html'>Não gosto de ver as tuas lágrimas. Não suporto ver a tua tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar pelo meu abraço, encontra algum conforto no meu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;É tudo aquilo que eu posso fazer. Ser a tua força e a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Já começam a faltar as lágrimas, mas não acabaram as forças, nem vou deixar acabar. Nem por ti, nem por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto que me digam que estou errada, quando tenho a certeza daquilo que estou a fazer. Não vou desistir de ti. E não, não é teimosia. É determinação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto que me digam "não vale a pena". Eu sei que vai ficar tudo bem, preciso acreditar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii, um desabafo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-3853478446073924369?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3853478446073924369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-gosto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3853478446073924369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/3853478446073924369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-gosto.html' title='Não gosto'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7429706947902436919</id><published>2009-06-14T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:21:52.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Há dias em que a saudade é muita. E dói. Dá um aperto no peito, parece que nem consigo respirar. Mas depois lembro-me de todas  as coisas boas. Aquelas recordações que ficam para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazes tanta falta, faz falta aquele abraço, aquele sorriso, aquelas brincadeiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É tudo! É tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7429706947902436919?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7429706947902436919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7429706947902436919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7429706947902436919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-317926536801869816</id><published>2009-06-04T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:40:49.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ela estava a mostrar-se tão corajosa. Mesmo assustada e cansada, recusava desistir. Vivia num universo onde a confiança não existia e defendia-se da única forma que sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Uma criatura tão corajosa, enfrentando-nos a todos, que éramos muito maiores, mais fortes e poderosos, enfrentando-nos sem pestanejar, sem palavras ou lágrimas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobra a raiva, a desilusão, o cansaço. Mas no fundo alguma esperança. Amanhã será um novo dia! Esta é a única certeza que tenho agora. Quanto ao resto, logo se verá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Coragem! Uma ilusão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-317926536801869816?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/317926536801869816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/ilusao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/317926536801869816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/317926536801869816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/ilusao.html' title='Ilusão?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-4878671753793168392</id><published>2009-06-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:30:46.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É bom quando por momentos podemos voltar a ser crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É bom quando alguém nos dá aquele abraço reconfortante, aquele sorriso acolhedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É bom ter um colinho à nossa espera, quando as coisas correm menos bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É bom quando recebemos como presente um chupa-chupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É bom, sim muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Abraça-me bem!"  -  Gosto *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-4878671753793168392?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4878671753793168392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4878671753793168392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4878671753793168392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosto.html' title='Gosto *'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-4058960054753898267</id><published>2009-05-26T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:07:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>"No fundo e apesar de tudo, eu era uma sonhadora...para lá do desânimo e das minhas dúvidas, pairava o sonho - um pouco absurdo, convenhamos - de poder mudar as coisas. E como sonhadora que era, não deixava morrer a esperança."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A criança que não queria falar, Torey Hayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A história de alguém, que em muitos momentos se assemelha a mim.&lt;/span&gt;  *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-4058960054753898267?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4058960054753898267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4058960054753898267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4058960054753898267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-110615865334775135</id><published>2009-05-13T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:06:33.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É importante, aliás fundamental, acreditar em nós, no nosso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;valor&lt;/span&gt;. Em momento algum podemos duvidar daquilo que somos capazes de fazer, da nossa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;essência&lt;/span&gt;, da nossa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vida tem muitos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obstáculos&lt;/span&gt;, só os conseguiremos vencer se tivermos a capacidade de nos ultrapassarmos a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Por vezes vamos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cair&lt;/span&gt;, vamos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chorar&lt;/span&gt;, vamos &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gritar&lt;/span&gt;, vamos bater no fundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É difícil ser uma muralha a tempo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É difícil ser forte quando parece que o mundo vai desabar nas nossas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É difícil sorrir quando a vontade é de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É difícil cantar quando a vontade é de gritar de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É difícil proteger quando a vontade é de ser protegido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É difícil, mas é possível ... Sim, eu sei que sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Para voltarmos a olhar para cima, a ficar de pé, de cabeça erguida, temos que acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acreditar que é possivel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acreditar que tudo vai ficar bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acreditar que amanha será melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acreditar o sorriso voltará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Acreditar que as coisas más amanhã não passarão de recordações, lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acreditar, acreditar, acreditar&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Agora eu acredito *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-110615865334775135?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/110615865334775135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/acreditar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/110615865334775135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/110615865334775135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-7544726320525357490</id><published>2009-05-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:55:55.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;São os pequenos gestos que marcam a nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquele &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abraço&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apertado&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquele &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorriso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sincero&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquela &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gargalhada&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inesperada&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquele &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;revelador&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquele &lt;em&gt;nosso&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;segredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquela &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que acaba por cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aquele &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O nosso momento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sem mais a dizer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-7544726320525357490?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/7544726320525357490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/sao-os-pequenos-gestos-que-marcam-nossa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7544726320525357490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/7544726320525357490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/sao-os-pequenos-gestos-que-marcam-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-5515318211837426715</id><published>2009-04-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:21:08.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dispo o &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cansaço&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recomeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma vez ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora de energias renovadas e pronta para o que der e vier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-5515318211837426715?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5515318211837426715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/dispo-o-cansaco-e-recomeco-mais-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/5515318211837426715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/5515318211837426715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/dispo-o-cansaco-e-recomeco-mais-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-462678688373394997</id><published>2009-04-21T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:02:14.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não vamos chorar!</title><content type='html'>Não vamos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chorar&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Não vamos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mentir&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Não vamos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fingir&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê estas &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Se a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tristeza&lt;/span&gt; não alimenta&lt;br /&gt;Apenas faz com que aumente&lt;br /&gt;Esta &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt; que atormenta.&lt;br /&gt;Respira, fecha os olhos... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;És tu mesma, és verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Nada teu vai excluir o que és&lt;br /&gt;Porque és autêntica, inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa... Nada vale mais que o teu &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem que o brilho do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt; de viver...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te pelos sonhos levar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Palavras que fazem sentido!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-462678688373394997?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/462678688373394997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-vamos-chorar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/462678688373394997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/462678688373394997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-vamos-chorar.html' title='Não vamos chorar!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-4174036747706444498</id><published>2009-04-18T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:46:03.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixei de resistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deixei de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RESISTIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Durante muito tempo tentei resistir, tentei não me &lt;strong&gt;aproximar&lt;/strong&gt; demais, tentei não &lt;strong&gt;gostar &lt;/strong&gt;demais, tentei não &lt;strong&gt;conhecer&lt;/strong&gt; demasiado bem. Acabou. Desta vez não consegui. Eu tentei, de verdade. Mas já não deu mais. Já não consegui&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fugir&lt;/span&gt; a tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Desta vez aproximei-me demais, gostei demais, conheci demasiado bem. E agora? Sinto-me tão bem. Sinto-me tão protegida, continuo a ter &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;. Será que fiz bem? A verdade é que para além das dúvidas tenho &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;certezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! E é muito bom sentir isto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tenho &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desilusões&lt;/span&gt;? Sim, claro que sim! O que mudou? Já não dói tanto! As &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; e os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorrisos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; são sinceros e partilhados! Sabe tão bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não me arrependo! Consegui, Deixei de resistir!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-4174036747706444498?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4174036747706444498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/deixei-de-resistir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4174036747706444498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/4174036747706444498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/deixei-de-resistir.html' title='Deixei de resistir'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814514334767899947.post-67164817027236560</id><published>2009-04-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:40:54.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando já nada é intacto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando já nada é intacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo na vida vem em &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pedaços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e por dentro me rebenta um mar&lt;br /&gt;quando a cidade alucina&lt;br /&gt;num luar de néon e de neblina&lt;br /&gt;e me esqueço de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando há qualquer coisa que nos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sufoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e os dias são iguais a outros dias&lt;br /&gt;e por dentro o tempo é tão voraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando de repente num segundo&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa me vira do avesso&lt;br /&gt;e desfaz cada certeza do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sopro de uma jura&lt;br /&gt;Faz balançar os dias&lt;br /&gt;Quando os sonhos contaminam&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cansaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ainda me desarma&lt;br /&gt;a tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que a vida faz&lt;br /&gt;Em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia recomeça&lt;br /&gt;e a noite ainda te prende nos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;e por dentro te rebenta um mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a cidade te esconde&lt;br /&gt;e o silêncio é o fundo das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que te esqueces de gritar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sabem o que permanece intacto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As pessoas que continuam a meu lado&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814514334767899947-67164817027236560?l=omundinhomeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/feeds/67164817027236560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-ja-nada-e-intacto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/67164817027236560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814514334767899947/posts/default/67164817027236560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundinhomeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-ja-nada-e-intacto.html' title='Quando já nada é intacto!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712098168009090455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oFx7HUDSWc/TCX1x2KnW8I/AAAAAAAAACg/RUpZbL6ubAw/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
