<?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-16590932</id><updated>2011-10-22T18:24:40.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrossel de Emoções</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-117564218617704435</id><published>2007-04-03T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:18:14.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pequenas coisas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/710/1579/320/474251/0032.png" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) Sentir o coração pesado de saudades. (...) Lembrar os minúsculos gestos de carinho quotidiano dos amigos que trazemos dentro da voz, mesmo que não os possamos ver. Telefonar-lhes por nada, para nada. Rir ao telefone com eles. Choramingar com eles. (...) Ter demasiados e-mails para responder. Não abrir o computador durante dias seguidos. (...) Flutuar sobre o hábito da culpabilidade. Dizer «que se lixem», e dizê-lo mesmo a sério. Ter demasiados livros para ler. Passar os dedos pelas páginas desses livros que estão à nossa espera. (...) Aprender outra vez a perder tempo. Perder o medo de dizer não. Mandar às urtigas as expectativas alheias. (...) Receber o abraço comprido de uma criança. Perder a vergonha de dizer sim. (...) Acreditar que só naquilo que nos sabe bem acreditar .. (...) Descobrir isso que se quer mesmo. (...) Pensar que a idade nos traz o dom de radiografar as pessoas ao primeiro olhar. Pensar que mesmo que nos enganemos não é grave, porque haverá sempre sol e as estrelas e as árvores onde os passáros cantam no meio da cidade e o cheiro a relva molhada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Crónica feminina, Inês Pedrosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uns dias atrás disseram-me: &lt;em&gt;És mesmo sortuda!...&lt;/em&gt; E SOU! Tenho tudo isto e muito mais... Sinto uma plenitude que demorou a alcançar, mas hoje sou COMPLETA! O &lt;em&gt;Carrossel&lt;/em&gt; nasceu de uma tristeza e tem vindo a desvanecer pelo melhor dos motivos... os dias são cheios.. de vida, de sonhos, de realidades... Não digo que vá ficar por aqui, mas este ritmo exige-me uma pausa. E..tal como começou, também este &lt;em&gt;post &lt;/em&gt;é para vocês AMIGOS... os de agora, os de sempre, os presentes, os mais distantes... Todos!!! Porque a vida só faz sentido assim, com tudo isto, com todos vocês. E, a escassos minutos de entrar no dia do meu 23º aniversário, posso dizer... SOU FELIZ! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até qualquer dia....***&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/16590932-117564218617704435?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/117564218617704435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=117564218617704435' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/117564218617704435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/117564218617704435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-pequenas-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116786512264366707</id><published>2007-01-03T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:33:52.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda oscila....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/710/1579/1600/390874/carrossel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/710/1579/320/990568/carrossel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...o carrossel... por mais desligado da corrente que possa parecer andar... por mais que evidencie que não há moeda para a próxima volta... as emoções não páram... Talvez sejam tão intensas que cavalguem a grande velocidade como o cavalo castanho ou rodem vivamente assim como na cestinha verde. A música está alta e as baladas intercalam com músicas de festa... Nele andam pessoas de todas as idades... de todos os tempos... de SEMPRE. E para aqueles que voltam sempre á feira popular com a esperança de que o carrossel já funcione... o meu embalo sentido e uma volta de oferta...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Que é como quem diz... todo o meu carinho e obrigada para quem ainda aqui passa. Bom ano e boas viagens... ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-116786512264366707?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116786512264366707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116786512264366707' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116786512264366707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116786512264366707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/ainda-oscila.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116354361095456586</id><published>2006-11-14T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:35:33.283Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Soï¿½ando%20el%20futuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/So%EF%BF%BDando%20el%20futuro.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És tudo o que é...&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:130%;"&gt;os teus pensamentos, a tua vida...&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:130%;"&gt;os teus sonhos que se realizam.&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:130%;"&gt;És tudo o que escolheres ser.&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:130%;"&gt;És tão ilimitado quanto o universo infinito.&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:130%;"&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;(Shad Helmstetter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...é bom ter o tempo preenchido...fazer o que se gosta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é bom até sentir as dores de barriga comuns a um começo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida faz-se de vida... do nosso trabalho, do que somos, do que sentimos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida faz-se do AMOR que não nos abandona a cada novo amanhecer...por mais que a distância se faça sentir... ***&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/16590932-116354361095456586?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116354361095456586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116354361095456586' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116354361095456586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116354361095456586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/s-tudo-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116249709426395712</id><published>2006-11-02T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:14:51.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FELIZ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/FELIZ.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;...surgem-me imensas palavras de agradecimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;a todos aqueles que nunca deixaram de acreditar em MIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;...para aqueles que de alguma forma sempre estiveram COMIGO nesta espera que por vezes foi dura e de desilusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;...mas como TU dizias: "O teu dia vai chegar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;E chegou! HOJE é o dia! Hoje a minha vida mudou... hoje recebi a notícia que finalmente vou vestir a pele daquilo que sempre quis SER: ENFERMEIRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;E porque não há mais palavras...um simples OBRIGADO! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;...tudo começa agora..tudo ganha assim nova vida... um obrigada especial para SI... que daí de cima me voltou a SORRIR... :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-116249709426395712?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116249709426395712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116249709426395712' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116249709426395712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116249709426395712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116172414489570884</id><published>2006-10-24T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:20:48.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e a fragilidade venceu a vida... :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/dando_a_mao.0.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;Mas há imagens que jamais se vão apagar... expressões que serão guardadas para sempre no mais fundo de nós... e uma vida que tem de continuar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma e a vida da gente... este hoje, além disso, torna-nos mais fortes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou estar sempre aqui Dé! Força VIDA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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/16590932-116172414489570884?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116172414489570884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116172414489570884' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116172414489570884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116172414489570884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116163998802057357</id><published>2006-10-23T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:46:28.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tudo tão fugaz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquele dia amanheceu normalmente... chovia. Entre as gotas frias que caíam, o Teu mundo desmoronou. O que afecta os que nos são queridos, mata-nos por dentro, e, assim como hoje, vi o teu coração tão negro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto tudo escurece... enquanto tu sentes que tudo se quebrou... Eu estarei... &lt;strong&gt;SEMPRE AQUI&lt;/strong&gt;. Olha para mim e aconchega-te no &lt;strong&gt;MEU ABRIGO&lt;/strong&gt;... Perde-te nos meus braços e conta comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/fragil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu sabes... basta ACREDITAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORÇA VIDA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...A indignação da incerteza de uma colocação... o tempo de espera... os dias cinzentos à espera da concretização de um sonho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo isso tem valor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a VIDA sobrepõem-se a tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E somos tão frágeis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-116163998802057357?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116163998802057357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116163998802057357' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116163998802057357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116163998802057357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/tudo-to-fugaz.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116102048474496491</id><published>2006-10-16T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:48:22.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horas que matam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Entrelazado%20atardecer.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vai ser uma noite difícil de passar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/7da92870d462480b010415a1e9e6bf2c.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta noite vai ser o culminar de tantas expectativas...&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite sei que mal vou dormir...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto porque o meu futuro depende de algo que JÁ NÃO pode ser alterado...&lt;br /&gt;Que está lá afixado mas que só amanhã se pode ver...&lt;br /&gt;(Porque esta gente não se lembra que quem está do lado de cá sofre... e MUITO)&lt;br /&gt;Porque o futuro que agora se avista incerto e muito pouco nítido, em muito depende daqueles resultados...&lt;br /&gt;Porque há sonhos para cumprir, metas a alcançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite não vou conseguir dormir... Esta dor de cabeça e de barriga não vão deixar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobreviverei e amanhã lá estarei... pronta para ver o que a sorte me reservou... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-116102048474496491?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116102048474496491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116102048474496491' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116102048474496491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116102048474496491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/horas-que-matam.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-116009343439653050</id><published>2006-10-06T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:10:34.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/beijo2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/beijo2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar-TE... É a melhor coisa do Mundo!...***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-116009343439653050?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116009343439653050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=116009343439653050' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116009343439653050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/116009343439653050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/amar-te.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115956076987277685</id><published>2006-09-29T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:18:39.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheguei até aqui... E AGORA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Nurse-Angela-050502.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... Quando será que vou "vestir a pele"?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O tempo passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As perguntas surgem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O sonho mantém-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115956076987277685?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115956076987277685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115956076987277685' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115956076987277685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115956076987277685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheguei-at-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115818176770337998</id><published>2006-09-13T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:04:32.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Enquanto o sonho existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;...leva-nos ao fim de tudo o que há para sentir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A viagem começou um dia antes; queria ter a certeza que não me atrasava, queria ter a certeza que nada falhava na minha ida até TI... O A. &lt;em&gt;levava-me pela mão&lt;/em&gt;, como um pai levaria a sua filha para lhe mostrar um mundo encantado... Ele sabia que para mim aquela viagem seria como entrar no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/??vora-Mora"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/%3F%3Fvora-Mora%20Set%202006%20002.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;mundo da fantasia... ele sabia o quão importante era para mim estar Contigo e ter-Te tão perto, por isso tornou cada momento ainda mais mágico... A calmaria da paisagem, o restolho que se avistava e nos fazia companhia naquele fim de tarde, o mundo adormecido mas tão vivo que ali se vive... repleto de sentimentos... as Tuas músicas constantemente a fazerem-nos companhia no carro... os animais a descansarem à sombra dos chaparros... tudo isso me dizia que estava no Alentejo... tudo isso me dizia que estava a ir ao Teu encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;...Uma hora antes do início previsto, e lá estava eu... sentada na primeira fila... bem ao centro do palco. Entre sorrisos nervosos e pernas que insistiam em não parar de tremer, ia soltando uns "Não me acredito..!!!" Mas era verdade... eu estava mesmo ali... e dali a poucos minutos Estarias ali a cantar para mim... a cantar para nós... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/??vora-Mora"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/%3F%3Fvora-Mora%20Set%202006%20006.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E... começou... entrasTe em palco com a mesma simplicidade e grandiosidade que transmites a cada letra,a cada música, a cada momento... O tempo perdeu-se no tempo e transformas-te aquela noite estrelada e amena num cenário inesquecível... Lembro de cantar contigo cada música... lembro-me de sorrir do ínicio ao fim...lembro-me de exclamar de alegria a cada novo acorde e reconhecimento da música seguinte... lembro-me do teu sorriso tão quente para nós, público... lembro-me (e estou convicta) que por alguns instantes também olhas-te para mim... Voltaste ao palco duas vezes, pois não te queriamos deixar ir embora... Mas o que é bom acaba mesmo muito depressa e o concerto chegou ao fim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Para mim o sonho estava concretizado... para mim este era sem dúvida um grande feito a cortar na lista dos sonhos para a vida... mas estar contigo, falar contigo... foi o culminar de uma noite perfeita! Queria ter-te dito tantas coisas... queria ter-te dito o quanto a tua música é importante para mim, o quanto me acompanhas na vida... o quão importantes são as tuas letras de alento nos momentos mais difíceis... porque por vezes o &lt;em&gt;medo levanta mesmo muros e ergue bandeiras para nos deter... porque o Tempo endurece mesmo qualquer armadura e às vezes custa a arrancar... criam-se muralhas em nós que não deixam partir nem deixam chegar...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Mafalda_mora2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mas depois vem a certeza de dias melhores... e por isso te queria ter dito que tantas vezes me ajudas a &lt;em&gt;caminhar desamarrando os nós que a vida faz... &lt;/em&gt;Obrigada pela pessoa fantástica que és e que eu tive a sorte de conhecer, obrigada por me acompanhares na vida... obrigada por toda essa magia, simplicidade, genuinidade, beleza... que partilhas connosco... porque um ídolo não se faz só das músicas, dos êxitos, das canções... um ídolo é um ser humano e eu descobri em Ti um ser humano lindo... Obrigada Mafalda... por tudo... Obrigada A. por me levares à concretização deste sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Mi%40Mafalda.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E sinto que tanto ficou por dizer...........***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/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/16590932-115818176770337998?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115818176770337998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115818176770337998' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115818176770337998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115818176770337998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/enquanto-o-sonho-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115685780431566527</id><published>2006-08-29T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:25:15.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De volta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“O meu percurso foi longo. Não o lamento. Por vezes, obscuro, um caminho arriscado. Outras, alegre, inundado de sol. Foi árduo com maior frequência do que fácil. A estrada abriu-se-me cheia de perigos desde o início, a floresta densa, as montanhas altas, a escuridão aterradora. E através de tudo isso, mesmo em plena bruma, uma pequena luz, uma ténue estrela para me guiar. Fui sensata e tonta. Fui amada, (...) e abandonada. E para meu grande desespero, inadvertidamente, feri outros, e peco-lhes perdão com toda a humildade. Perdoei aos que me magoaram e rogo que eles me perdoem ter-lhes permitido magoar-me. Amei muito, entreguei-me de alma e coração. E, mesmo quando profundamente ferida, continuei o meu caminho, com fé, com esperança, até uma crença cega, rumo ao amor e liberdade. O percurso continua, mais fácil do que já foi. (…)” -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A Viagem" de Danielle Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Lotusvestigios.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais fácil do que já foi... com mais garra para continuar. Uma viagem que só agora começou e já trouxe tanto de bom. O passado ficou &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;definitivamente&lt;/span&gt; para trás e as "luzes" que aparecem na nossa vida assim o permitem... As verdadeiras férias terminaram, mas mais escapadelas virão... há que ver as coisas boas de estar "desempregada"... ou como diriam as minhas amigas mais optimistas, apenas à procura do primeiro emprego. Até lá... desfruta-se do calor de um sol que nos aquece a alma... da brisa leve do vento que nos inspira confiança e liberdade... dos abraços apertados e com tanto de mágico... e da simples e preciosa companhia dos amigos! A vida não pára e cada segundo tem o seu prazer maior... a sua dádiva. O carrossel pode andar adormecido... mas por aqui a vida não pára.... :)***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115685780431566527?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115685780431566527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115685780431566527' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115685780431566527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115685780431566527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/de-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115473575995350787</id><published>2006-08-05T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:59:24.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FÉRIASSSSS..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="465" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j297/andrerodriguespvz/piscinahotel.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;Faço-me à estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nao penso em mais nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...esta viagem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eu nao vou esquecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;Vou partir, sem demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vou partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deixo tudo para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;e vou p'ra longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;nao há tempo a perder e vou p'ra longe...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;(Cf. Pólo Norte)&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/16590932-115473575995350787?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115473575995350787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115473575995350787' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115473575995350787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115473575995350787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/friasssss.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115316867227455784</id><published>2006-07-17T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:37:52.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viagem no tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/clocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de sair daquela sala, onde todas as decisões haviam sido tomadas, onde tinha deixado toda a minha esperança, saberes e convicções... deparei-me com um corredor imenso. A sala &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;(por ironia ou não do destino, onde se deu hoje o culminar de um percurso) fica mesmo no topo desse corredor. Ele sempre esteve lá, mas hoje vi-o de forma diferente! Voei 4 anos atrás... "Nessa noite mal tinha dormido, aguardavam-me novas caras, uma nova casa, tudo era novo... dava o primeiro passo para uma nova vida e assim começava a minha luta na conquista de um sonho! Depois das formalidades com a directora que nos deu as boas-vindas viria a deparar-me pela primeira vez com aquele corredor! Passei nele... pela primeira vez enquanto estudante da &lt;strong&gt;Imaculada Conceição&lt;/strong&gt; "de quatro"... Entre sorrisos e medos tudo foi vivido intensamente. Esse corredor onde os mais velhos nos recebiam de forma tão "carinhosa" e "negra" ganhava agora novas personagens... Foi assim à 4 anos... foi assim nos ultimos 4 anos! Os sentimentos que que ali passaram neste tempo demonstram cada parte do que vivi, do que vivemos lá... os primeiros olhares tímidos com os colegas novos, os primeiros contactos, a primeira dor de barriga à afixação da primeira nota... os abraços de alegria e vitória que fomos tendo entre cada um de nós...a ansiedade da colocação do primeiro ao último campo de estágio... a espera para um exame... as idas à secretaria. Tudo com o mesmo orgulho de sempre... tudo com a mesma vontade que hoje renovo de abraçar este sonho que na verdade só agora vai começar!" E hoje... todo este tempo depois... passei pelo mesmo corredor, de cabeça erguida e com o sentimento de missão cumprida: fui aluna, amiga, colega, companheira... ali fui o que de melhor consegui ser; Missão cumprida também porque acreditei em mim e fechei este ciclo com a mesma convicção com que o abri: Quero ser Enfermeira... Sou Enfermeira! Nada disto faria sentido sem ti Nita, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amiga de 4 anos de luta; entre sorrisos e lágrimas foste quem esteve SEMPRE lá (e hoje não faltas-te...); também não faria sentido sem ti MÃE, tantas caras menos boas recebes-te minhas nos momentos de maior tensão... desculpa e obrigada pelas respostas dadas sempre com um sorriso e tanta força; obrigada André... sem dúvida que o culminar e a vitória de hoje também é tua: "Palhaço para te fazer rir... Mágico para fazer desaparecer o medo..." Conseguis-te e cheguei assim à vitória! Os primeiros passos estão dados... a viagem no tempo cumpriu-se e fez-me acreditar 'com muita força' na nova etapa que se inicia agora...***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/16590932-115316867227455784?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115316867227455784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115316867227455784' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115316867227455784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115316867227455784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/viagem-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115297960448103799</id><published>2006-07-15T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:06:44.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria, queria, queria... TANTO estar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/paraiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/paraiso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...porque já não aguento este calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...porque não queria pensar em mais nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...porque estou a precisar de FÉRIAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...porque sabia mesmo bem!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115297960448103799?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115297960448103799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115297960448103799' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115297960448103799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115297960448103799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/queria-queria-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115169185138189286</id><published>2006-06-30T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:28:50.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/lareira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/lareira.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu fui devagarinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com medo de falhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não fosse esse o caminho certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fui descobrindo devagar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada sorriso teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fui aprendendo a procurar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por entre sonhos meus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...) mas é mais fundo o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mais do que eu sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é um abrigo para voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um mar para me perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...) eu fui entrando pouco a pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abri a porta e vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;havia lume aceso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e um lugar para mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quase me assusta descobrir que foi este sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida inteira procurei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre a paixão e a dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115169185138189286?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115169185138189286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115169185138189286' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115169185138189286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115169185138189286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/eu-fui-devagarinho-com-medo-de-falhar.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115135839743209337</id><published>2006-06-26T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:46:37.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumplicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/amigas%20g2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/amigas%20g2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ...Em cada gesto perdido tu és igual a mim..em cada ferida que sara escondida do mundo eu sou igual a ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Voltas-te hoje, depois de tanto tempo...voltas-te ao nosso Mundo, às nossas conversas, aos nossos olhares que não precisam legenda... Senti que precisava do teu porto seguro para continuar, das tuas palavras sábias e certas, da tua mão que me dá confiança... da tua certeza em mim! Porque quase não foi preciso falar e decifras-te o meu medo... porque acreditas em mim, ás vezes mais que eu mesma. A vida traz-nos e leva-nos pessoas...mas tu vieste um dia para ficar! És a minha mais certa confiança de que o BEM existe. Em nós ninguém "toca" e isso dá-me força... Obrigada por conheceres em mim o que eu própria  às vezes não quero ver.... Obrigada por confiares em mim... e me fazeres seguir em frente! Porque um dia, distante... sei que vamos recordar as loucuras, as fraquezas, os medos... as alegrais e mesmo as lágrimas; as noites em claro e tanta coisa mais... um dia talvez cavalguemos lado a lado... num campo qualquer (pois com a tua determinação, vais fazer-me perder mais esse medo e voltarei a montar a tua égua;))... e então aí... serenamente falaremos do presente! Do que juntas atingimos até então... do bem que mutuamente fizemos crescer; das provas que demos de que a verdadeira amizade afinal EXISTE! Num mundo cada vez mais frio e distante, resta-me pensar em NÓS!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115135839743209337?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115135839743209337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115135839743209337' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115135839743209337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115135839743209337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/cumplicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115097082538385253</id><published>2006-06-22T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:07:05.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Viagens&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; Porque &lt;strong&gt;aquela&lt;/strong&gt; foi só a primeira de muitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/20.60Bbayona-sansenxo%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/20.60Bbayona-sansenxo%20011.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vai alta a noite, vejo o negro do céu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;deitado na areia, o teu corpo e o meu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viajo com as mãos por entre as montanhas e os rios,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e sinto nos meus lábios os teus doces e frios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E voas sobre o mar, com as asas que eu te dou,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e dizes-me a cantar: "É assim que eu sou",&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;olhar para ti e ver o que eu vejo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;olhar-te nos olhos com olhares de desejo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu não tenho nada mais p'ra te dar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;esta vida são dois dias, e um é para acordar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;das histórias de encantar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viagens que se perdem no tempo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;viagens sem princípio nem fim,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/20.60Bbayona-sansenxo%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/20.60Bbayona-sansenxo%20029.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;beijos entregues ao vento,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e amor em mares de cetim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gestos que riscam o ar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e olhares que trazem CERTEZAS,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pedras e praias e o céu a bailar,e os corpos que fogem do chão...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pedro Abrunhosa)&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/16590932-115097082538385253?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115097082538385253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115097082538385253' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115097082538385253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115097082538385253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/viagens.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115055348795995914</id><published>2006-06-17T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:11:27.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque a vida é feita de pequenos nadas.... de momentos... de LOUCURAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/James%20Bulnt%20lisboa%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/400/James%20Bulnt%20lisboa%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi DEMAIS.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115055348795995914?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115055348795995914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115055348795995914' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115055348795995914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115055348795995914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/porque-vida-feita-de-pequenos-nadas.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-115038101844735370</id><published>2006-06-15T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:57:30.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente... OBRIGADA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Velin%20Petkov%20He%20and%20she2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Velin%20Petkov%20He%20and%20she2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando se está mesmo prestes a cair... a sucumbir no desespero, o coração a pesar demais, os sentimentos a sufocarem... uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aparece. Um anjo de asas brancas como a neve, abraça-te com força e beija-te...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUAVEMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Não te deixa cair e acompanha-te até estares segura. Está envolvido numa luz que te toca o coração e te faz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACREDITAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de novo. O seu sorriso amigável elimina os teus pensamentos mais escuros... Dá-te uma nova &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CORAGEM...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;leva-te o medo&lt;/span&gt; e diz: &lt;em&gt;"Eu acredito em ti, vai tudo correr bem!"&lt;/em&gt; Existem porém também momentos de silêncio... como &lt;em&gt;aquele&lt;/em&gt;... nos quais não existe mais nada entre &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TU e EU! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E... em vez da conversa usual, apenas ficamos lá... e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTIMOS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Os nossos olhos habituaram-se à pouca luz... chovia! Muito mais palavras poderiam ter sido ditas... mas a nossa respiração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANÇAVA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a um ritmo perfeito que ambos percebemos... e então fechei os olhos por dois segundos... não havia medo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O AMANHÃ CHEGÁRA!!...***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-115038101844735370?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115038101844735370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=115038101844735370' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115038101844735370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/115038101844735370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/simplesmente.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114961985138513803</id><published>2006-06-06T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:50:51.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/optimusA....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/optimusA....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a nova publicidade de uma das redes de telemóvel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parei e pensei... nos "A's" que há em mim:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;mizade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;mor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;legria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ntónio (pai)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;na (amiga)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;gudela (praia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;braço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Á&lt;/strong&gt;gua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;fecto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;bril&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;velã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;marelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;zul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu: *****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114961985138513803?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114961985138513803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114961985138513803' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114961985138513803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114961985138513803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/esta-nova-publicidade-de-uma-das-redes.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114950697566703745</id><published>2006-06-05T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:29:35.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DESEJO DIZER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/O%20nosso%20p??r"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/O%20nosso%20p%3F%3Fr%20do%20sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Desejo dizer que há gente que não acredita em amor à primeira vista. Outros ao contrário, além de acreditar afirmam que este é o único amor verdadeiro. Uns e outros têm razão. É que o amor está no coração das criaturas, adormecido, e um dia qualquer dele desperta, com a chegada da Primavera ou mesmo no rigor do Inverno. [...].De repente, o amor desperta de seu sono à inesperada visão de um outro ser. Mesmo se já o conhecemos, é como se o víssemos pela primeira vez e por isso se diz que foi amor à primeira vista. Assim o amor do Gato Malhado pela Andorinha Sinhá.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; “O Gato Malhado e a Andorinha Sinhá – uma história de amor” de Jorge Amado [Publicações Dom Quixote]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114950697566703745?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114950697566703745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114950697566703745' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114950697566703745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114950697566703745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/desejo-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114936058653618858</id><published>2006-06-03T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:49:46.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24 HORAS A NADAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/24hnadar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/24hnadar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EU VOU!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114936058653618858?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114936058653618858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114936058653618858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114936058653618858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114936058653618858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/24-horas-nadar.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114936036603165777</id><published>2006-06-03T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:46:06.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/DSC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C. agarrado á vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/DSC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/DSC00060.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha noite foi assim... choravas e eu fazia-te companhia... para que não tivesses medo, para teres esperança numa vida que hà 4 dias começou e eu quero ajudar a continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tens 680g... e já me ensinas coisas de tanto peso para a vida! Ensinas-me a continuar e a cuidar de ti e dos outros meninos com a mesma garra com que hoje estive ao teu lado...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114936036603165777?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114936036603165777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114936036603165777' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114936036603165777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114936036603165777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/c.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114911803614839640</id><published>2006-06-01T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:29:15.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque hoje é o dia daqueles que são e NUNCA O DEIXARÃO DE SER... CRIANÇA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/dentinhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/dentinhu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jamais deixes de ser criança...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixes de sentir, gostar, ver&lt;br /&gt;e extasiar-te diante de coisas tão grandiosas&lt;br /&gt;como o ar, o voo e os sons&lt;br /&gt;da luz do Sol dentro de ti. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se achares preferível, usa uma máscara&lt;br /&gt;para proteger a criança do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembra-te que no dia em que permitires&lt;br /&gt;que essa criança dentro de ti desapareça,&lt;br /&gt;terás crescido e já não estarás vivo." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Richard Bach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114911803614839640?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114911803614839640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114911803614839640' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114911803614839640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114911803614839640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/porque-hoje-o-dia-daqueles-que-so-e.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114907586624039215</id><published>2006-05-31T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:42:14.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E AGORA?...&lt;/span&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Corpos8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Corpos8.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter-te conhecido antes, muito antes... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que nenhum de nós os dois tivesse medos ou cicatrizes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter estado contigo, quando o teu coração descobriu o que era AMOR. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando teu corpo descobriu o que era DESEJO. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E antes que pudesses sofrer, eu estaria ao teu lado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amando-te, entregando-me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e juntos podermos ter aprendido, as lições da vida e do coração... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter-te conhecido muito antes... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando as tuas esperanças começaram a nascer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando os teus sonhos ainda eram puros, e os teus ideais ainda ingénuos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pena termo-nos encontrado só agora, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já com o coração viciado em outros amores, com uma imagem meio falsa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do que é felicidade, do que é entregar-se... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter-te encontrado antes, muito antes... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa nova vida, num outro tempo, em que não precisássemos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;temer o nosso futuro, nem os nossos sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de ti porque em ti, a minha impetuosidade encontrou refreio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque a tua ternura retemperou a intrepidez dos meus anseios &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tua serenidade mesclou de paz o meu turbilhão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostei do encanto da tua fala, da magia do teu sorriso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostei do teu retrato, da tua prudência e até a tua timidez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostei da tua paciência, do teu jeito único &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mil vezes me pergunto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E AGORA?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Adaptado de Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114907586624039215?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114907586624039215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114907586624039215' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114907586624039215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114907586624039215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114885639074868195</id><published>2006-05-28T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:49:36.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há dias assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/100408352_145fbdbbfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/100408352_145fbdbbfe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apesar de todo o calor que se faz sentir lá fora... Chove dentro de mim...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;...cansaço...dúvidas...medo...incertezas...desilusão?!...&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/16590932-114885639074868195?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114885639074868195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114885639074868195' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114885639074868195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114885639074868195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/h-dias-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114866367864566604</id><published>2006-05-26T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:26:22.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou ter saudades tuas R. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/DSC00057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/DSC00057.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi há quatro meses atrás... vieste ao Mundo, inevitavelmente antes do tempo provável, sem saber bem o que te esperava; Deparaste-te com tantas coisas "menos boas" que felizmente não recordarás certamente... Espero que todo o amor e carinho que de todos nós recebes-te te aqueçam as recordações se por algum motivo as tuas memórias as fizerem lembrar... Passei contigo bons e maus momentos... friozinhos na barriga sempre que "pensavas" em não reagir... mas foram apenas sustos! Vieste a melhorar a olhos vistos e não vou esquecer tudo o que me ensinas-te R.! Fizeste-me ter a certeza que eu estou no lugar certo, que tu e outros meninos como tu precisam e gostam do meu amor... Não vou esquecer nunca a forma heróica como te agarras-te à vida! Não vou esquecer as noites passadas contigo ao colo, porque só assim acalmavas...e gostavas tanto...tanto tu como eu:) E as inumeras conversas que tivemos não foi R.? Eu sei que me ouvias... e as vezes até "respondias"... Hoje chegou a tua vez de ir para casa... Senti que levavas um bocadinho de mim contigo... e foi tão difícil a despedida! Mas estou feliz! Estás bem e espero um dia voltar a encontrar-te: um rapaz lindo como agorá já és e muito muito feliz! Tudo de bom para ti R.... e para os teus papás também... tal como tu foram uns HERÓIS!!!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114866367864566604?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114866367864566604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114866367864566604' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114866367864566604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114866367864566604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/vou-ter-saudades-tuas-r.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114842475155308516</id><published>2006-05-23T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:52:31.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comecei.... e terminei hoje!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/400/diario%20t%20ausencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Para todas as mulheres que amam e sabem esperar... para todos os homens que querem mas não as sabem guardar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esta revelou-se uma leitura muito agradável que me prendeu de corpo e alma a atenção. Ao contrário das outras obras da autora, nesta descobri a descrição de uma mulher...como eu! Aqui vos deixo as frases que mais me marcaram e que deixam escapar parte de mim... E se puderem, leiam! As mulheres, porque sabem amar e se vão gostar de rever nesta obra... os homens porque secalhar ainda sabem muito pouco sobre nós e por isso não nos sabem guardar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...talvez seja uma mulher fora do meu tempo porque continuo a esperar das relações amorosa um espírito de compromisso e de continuidade que já não reconheço nos outros."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todas as mulheres, por mais seguras e maduras que sejam, precisam que cuidem delas; precisam de se sentir protegidas, porque isso é uma manifestação de amor e as mulheres precisam, acima de tudo, de se sentir amadas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todos procuramos um grande amor, não interessa se temos 16, 36 ou 63 anos, não interessa se nascemos ricos ou pobres..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só desejo que (...) depois do tempo ter apaziguado tudo o que vivemos, possa amar outra vez, mais uma vez, porque as mulheres alimentam-se de amor."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...deixei de sonhar com a tua presença na minha vida; o teu corpo sobre o meu, a tua mão a fechar a minha, os teus braços à minha volta... tudo o que desejo agora é que me saias da pele como as folhas que caem no Outono, e com esse tapete sob os meus pés conseguir caminhar sem pisar as pedras."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todo o tempo que não é dedicado ao amor é tempo perdido. E tudo o que não é dado, perde-se."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114842475155308516?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114842475155308516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114842475155308516' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114842475155308516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114842475155308516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/comecei.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114830450969232369</id><published>2006-05-22T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:41:03.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/le??a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/le??a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/le%3F%3Fa.0.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/le??a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conhecer alguém aqui e ali que pensa e sente como nós, e que embora distante, está perto em espírito, eis o que faz da Terra um jardim habitado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Goethe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/le??a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Porque tudo tem um motivo, este post é para ti... Obrigada:)&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/16590932-114830450969232369?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114830450969232369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114830450969232369' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114830450969232369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114830450969232369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/conhecer-algum-aqui-e-ali-que-pensa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114813053002721106</id><published>2006-05-20T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:08:52.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Queima já lá vai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...foi uma semana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que jamais esquecerei! Ando há dias a adiar a escrita deste post, por tantas razões: porque me recuso a aceitar que esta foi a minha última Queima como estudante, porque me vai custar imenso rever e transcrever todas aquelas fortes emoções que vivi, porque para juntar à "festa" tu apareces-te depois de taaaanto tempo para abalar o meu Mundo que tão tremulamente tenho voltado a construir... porque vou deixar as minhas &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/aniv%20marisa%2006%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/aniv%20marisa%2006%20071.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"crianças"(sim vocês, meus afilhados!!!) para trás e isso vai-me custar tanto... porque viver tudo o que vivi foi bom demais para ficar aqui resumido a umas linhas... porque cada um de VÓS tem um cantinho especial e este post sugere-me uma despedida que eu me recuso a fazer... porque...porque...porque... Enfim, esta Queima foi a melhor de SEMPRE, mesmo com todas as lágrimas que deixei cair... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Cortejo%20(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/Cortejo%20%2843%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu não estiveste comigo como em todas as outras e sabes que não senti a tua falta?! A minha vida agora é feita de outras gentes, de outras formas de estar e pensar e esta semana pela primeira vez pude "agradecer" o facto de teres ido embora. Obrigada a todos que me acompanharam... é indiscritivel a emoção vivida em cada um dos acontecimentos desta semana, e &lt;strong&gt;VOCÊS&lt;/strong&gt;, que são tão importantes para mim, estiveram lá, comigo, sempre ao meu lado! &lt;strong&gt;Serenata... Benção das Pastas... Imposição das Insígnias... Cortejo Académico... Noites da Queima... &lt;/strong&gt;Ficou um pouco de mim em cada segundo vivido, um pouco de mim para a história de uma vida que todos os dias agradeço! Ficou para trás também&lt;strong&gt; o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor da Queima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... que sendo loucura ou não...nunca ninguém saberá...*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/keima06%20009.jpg" border="0" /&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="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns Afilhados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;e continuem em grande como até aqui. ADORO-VOS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns JU...&lt;/strong&gt; És minha afilhada emprestada e terás sempre um cantinho especial para ti no meu coração. ÉS LINDA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada Padrinho...&lt;/strong&gt; Pela presença e apoio constante desde o primeiro minuto deste curso...até hoje! ÉS ESPECIAL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AS COISAS VULGARES QUE HÁ NA VIDA NÃO DEIXAM SAUDADE... SÓ AS LEMBRANÇAS QUE DOEM OU FAZEM SORRIR...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até sempre ENFERMAGEM... Até sempre AMIGOS...***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114813053002721106?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114813053002721106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114813053002721106' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114813053002721106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114813053002721106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/queima-j-l-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114694145761701657</id><published>2006-05-06T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:51:00.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fica a saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cai a noite na cidade&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lua paira no ar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O vento traz à memória&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempos que não vão voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;São estudantes que passam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentem na alma o calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas suas pastas, esvoaçam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fitas garridas de cor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fica a saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capas negras ao luar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma guitarra que chora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E um estudante a cantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fim do curso, lembranças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma vida que voou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serenatas e amores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A juventude passou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai-se o dia vem a noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atrás o Inverno e o Verão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo no mundo renova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só a mocidade não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;... nostalgia, saudade, lágrimas... hoje vou usar pela última vez aquela que tantas vezes me acompanhou estes anos - Capa de Estudante! Marcada pelos sorrisos que hoje trazemos e pelas lágrimas que tantas vezes deixamos cair... são lágrimas e sorrisos que simbolizam a luta, o trabalho, o carinho, a esperança, a alegria, o divertimento... mas também a dor e o medo! A todos os que me acompanharam neste percurso dedico parte do mérito desta conquista. Ninguém nem nada cresce sozinho, por isso agradeço cada olhar de apoio, cada palavra de incentivo, cada atitude de amor...É preciso viver o sonho e a certeza de fazer sempre mais e melhor! É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós, onde os desejos não precisam razão, nem os sentimentos motivos. O importante é viver cada momento e aprender com ele...pois a vida está nos olhos de quem sabe ver...**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114694145761701657?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114694145761701657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114694145761701657' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114694145761701657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114694145761701657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/fica-saudade-cai-noite-na-cidade-lua.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114591181803182512</id><published>2006-04-24T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:00:33.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Memórias de uma viagem...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passavam poucos minutos das 3.20h da madrugada de sexta feira dia 14 de Abril... Ao contrário do habitual, não foi difícil dar um salto da cama e dizer: Aí vou eu Brasil!!! Malas prontas e muita expectativa na bagagem... estava frio...próprio daquela hora da manhã, mas posso dizer que só agora tenho consciência disso; naquela manhã mal o senti! Encontramo-nos todos no local combinado para a partida...entre abraços de despedida e sorrisos de alegria deixamos a nossa família e entregamo-nos aqueles que viriam a fazer parte da nossa história no decorrer daquela semana. As horas não passsavam e a viagem &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;através do oceano é mesmo como dizem...longaaa!!! Mas enfim, pisamos Porto Seguro! 17.15h locais... e um calor que nos fez despir os casacos que levávamos e abrir o coração a tudo o que passaríamos, a partir daquele momento, a viver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fomos recebidos por uma Bahiana (Porto Seguro fica na chamada BAHIA) muito simpática que nos começou por dar a conhecer por fotos o que nos esperava aqueles dias... caras de admiração e "beliscões" soltaram-se... "estarei a sonhar?!" Mas o decorrer dos dias mostrou-nos que tudo aquilo era real... Falo do que vi, mas não só... trago no coração e na memória histórias de vida fantásticas e amigos &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que fiz para a vida! Adorei aquele povo e aprendi muito com ele! Vivem o dia a dia de uma forma tão simples e tão linda... têm tão pouco e são tão felizes! Conheci sítios e pessoas impossíveis de descrever... por entre praias, visita a corais, o inesquecível banho de lama na Ilha do Sol (sim, a Ilha de que se fala na múcica Mila...), passeios de barco inesquecíveis, banhos de mar e de piscina que não sei se voltarei a repetir... saliento o que definitivamente chamo PARAÍSO! Algo que não pensei que existisse... a fazenda Mãe Tereza ficou ao nosso alcance após 40min de barco... e mais não digo... imaginem o paraíso! E aí comprenderão o que vivi! As fazendas que nos habituamos a ver nas novelas são apenas uma réplica de tudo o que vi e que trago bem guardadinho dentro de&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mim... não vou esquecer cada pormenor, cada cheiro, cada sabor! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levei comigo amizades que se consolidaram... pois as amizades de verdade são mesmo para sempre... e outras que se renovaram. É sempre bom descobrir o lado bom das pessoas e ver que estão lá quando precisamos e que sem dúvida vão ficar na nossa história da forma mais positiva... Quanto ao que levei para lá deixar... não vou mentir... há coisas que vão sempre fazer pate de nós, mas a verdade é que vamos aprendendo a viver com elas e a vê-las de outra forma. Aprendi que a vida é uma &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/Porto%20Seguro%20Abril%202006%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dádiva tão grande que não pode ser disperdiçada! Que se Deus nos dá estas maravilhas temos que as saber aproveitar...sem olhar para trás!!! E claro...também trouxe comigo o tão desejado bronze e o biquini brasileiroooo ;) No fundo esta viagem foi muito mais do que esperava... conheci pessoas que embora distantes pensam e sentem como nós... e ficaram tão perto de mim em espírito! Agradeço cada sorriso que recebi, e tudo o que pude viver... aos meus pais agradeço tudo isto ter sido possível! Um dia espero poder compensar-vos! Estou de regresso ao trabalho... falta pouco mais de 2 meses para o culminar do meu curso. Sinto-me diferente e renovada. Voltei... e quero ser feliz! Quero continuar a viver... ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114591181803182512?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114591181803182512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114591181803182512' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114591181803182512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114591181803182512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/memrias-de-uma-viagem.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114496762578669075</id><published>2006-04-13T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:33:45.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/ferias%20brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/ferias%20brasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até ao meu regresso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fui para longe... mais uma etapa... mais um pedacinho de vida que vai ficar no cantinho das recordações. Mesmo antes do que vou viver sei que vai ser diferente e especial. Pelo facto de ser o culminar e festejar de um percurso... pelo facto de ser uma viagem que talvez não imaginasse realizar! Porque eu sou assim... não sonho alto! Gosto do dia a dia, gosto das coisas pequeninas da vida, tão boas e cheias de emoção! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Num misto de euforia e reflexão... o dia de hoje passou! E daqui a 5 horas estarei rumo ao BRASIL! Não vais comigo como tantas vezes sonhamos... nem queria que fosses. Essa etapa passou e a minha vida agora tem outro sentido! Os sonhos deixam de ter sentido quando deixam de "existir" as pessoas que os sonharam... Sinto que tenho muito para viver e que não será contigo.. não quero que seja contigo! Por isso tomei uma decisão: Vou "levar-te comigo" mas...vou-te deixar lá... bem longe! Esta viagem marca mais uma etapa do que se denomina FUTURO! E agora... roam-se de inveja...;) praia, sol, calor, muita água de coco e festa todo o dia!:) Prometo dar noticias quando voltar! Levo cada um de vocês... que fazem parte do meu presente... no coração! Até breve...***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114496762578669075?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114496762578669075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114496762578669075' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114496762578669075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114496762578669075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-ao-meu-regresso.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114453878827428618</id><published>2006-04-09T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:26:28.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CADA UM DE NÓS ESCREVE A SUA PRÓPRIA HISTÓRIA E TRAZ &lt;/span&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;CONSIGO O DOM DE SER FELIZ...&lt;/span&gt;&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Apresenta????o3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/400/Apresenta%3F%3F%3F%3Fo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... É PRECISO APROVEITAR CADA MOMENTO E SER FELIZ ACIMA DE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUDO, NEM QUE PARA ISSO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE TENHA DE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RECOMEÇAR TUDO DE NOVO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 22 anos... para mais tarde recordar! Porque AMIZADE é aquilo que nos une... Obrigada! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adoro-vos!!!***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114453878827428618?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114453878827428618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114453878827428618' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114453878827428618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114453878827428618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/cada-um-de-ns-escreve-sua-prpria.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114349178160438315</id><published>2006-03-27T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:36:21.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O concretizar de um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/neo1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/neo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começou hoje a etapa final da viagem que iniciei à quatro anos. Foram sorrisos, lágrimas, emoções, sentimentos, arrepios, medos, incertezas, grandes convicções... Todas as vivências com a sua magia, o friozinho na barriga a cada recomeço... Mas hoje senti-me diferente! Além dos mesmos sentimentos, quando dei por mim a entrar naquele pequeno mundo, onde "vocês" me esperavam, senti que tinha chegado o momento! Aquele pelo qual lutei... tratar de vocês é uma dádiva. Receber os vossos sorrisos, sentir os vossos agradecimentos... perceber cada movimento e estar lá a lutar convosco para um futuro lindo... é tão bom, tão bom... que não posso descrever! Vocês são os meus &lt;em&gt;"nicos"&lt;/em&gt; como tão carinhosamente vos chamo e é a vocês e a todos os que sempre me acompanharam, que dedico esta última etapa... Faltam 3 meses para, e se tudo correr bem, ser Enfermeira, mas já hoje se iniciou o concretizar de um sonho!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114349178160438315?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114349178160438315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114349178160438315' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114349178160438315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114349178160438315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-concretizar-de-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114332870556630645</id><published>2006-03-25T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:18:25.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/pet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aconteceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; de uma forma subtil&lt;br /&gt;mas forte&lt;br /&gt;inconstante&lt;br /&gt;mas permanente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não tem explicação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não começa quando queremos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem acaba porque queremos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são lágrimas que não se evitam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são sorrisos que não se explicam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é um calor que se sente na alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é um bater mais forte do coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são dúvidas, incertezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e certezas de tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é perdoar, é aceitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é querer muito mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é o desejo dos corpos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é a vontade de estar junto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são saudades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;possíveis encontros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é sentir que poderemos ser um só&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114332870556630645?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114332870556630645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114332870556630645' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114332870556630645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114332870556630645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/aconteceu-de-uma-forma-subtil-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114255693766080105</id><published>2006-03-17T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:01:08.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/fot01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/fot01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabes que... te quero muitíssimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Mãe! É com muito orgulho que posso dizer que tenho uma mãe "jovem"... de espírito, de coração, de atitude! Se pudesse ter escolhido outra mãe jamais o teria feito! És tu que me aturas, és tu que me dás aqueles abraços matinais que me completam tanto e me ajudam a começar cada dia! És tu que estás sempre presente, que me aconchegas a roupa quando tenho frio... Obrigada mãe, por continuares a "puxar os meus cobertores para cima"... Obrigada simplesmente por seres mãe. Adoro-te. Felicidades***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114255693766080105?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114255693766080105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114255693766080105' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114255693766080105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114255693766080105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/sabes-que_17.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114246178482242305</id><published>2006-03-15T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:29:44.960Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedras e Flores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/espera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje a vida passa como um barco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ilha de náufragos esquecida no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o tempo é nada haver sentindo tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que por nada ser nos faz mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje o mundo é o revés de um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que um sono mais profundo fez esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra quê querer das coisas a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se quase nada tem razão de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O luar traz silêncios e disparos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E carícias fugazes e horrores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E morre-se no canto de um poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso e outras coisas dão-se flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bebe-se vinho e dorme-se ao relento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E liberta-se o grito que vier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra se ouvir longe e perto, e dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conserva-se o silêncio, o que se puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E alguma vez ainda se acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na força da montanha céu adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E na canção do mar por ser bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E nas asas que inventam cores ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas hoje voam pássaros sem asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na terra desabrocham cores de guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E hoje as flores rolam pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como se fossem pedra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mafalda Veiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Contra o que queria sentir... Contra o que seria merecido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hoje "acompanhaste-me"demais. Porque hoje é o teu dia e não consegui esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114246178482242305?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114246178482242305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114246178482242305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114246178482242305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114246178482242305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/pedras-e-flores-hoje-vida-passa-como.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114203289248464105</id><published>2006-03-10T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:21:32.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou humana e frágil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/ultrasson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/ultrasson.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tem que se ser muito forte para ser enfermeira..."&lt;/em&gt; - ouço eu muitas vezes! Forte? mas em que sentido? Forte? Sem emoções? Não! Sou humana e frágil e "toca-me" tudo o que faço e todas as experiências que vivo. É indiscritível o que senti ao assistir à transferência de um embrião (após fertelização &lt;em&gt;in vitro&lt;/em&gt;) para o útero materno... &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;E porque não vou esquecer a expressão daquela mulher de coragem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E porque dei por mim a fazer &lt;em&gt;figas &lt;/em&gt;para que fosse um sucesso...não tenho vergonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E porque não consegui evitar a lágrima no canto do olho... não tenho vergonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E porque dou por mim a pedir para que neste momento se esteja a desenvolver a &lt;em&gt;Eva&lt;/em&gt; ou o &lt;em&gt;Luís&lt;/em&gt;... e todos os outros bebés desejados pelas mães e pais coragem...&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;Porque sou cada vez mais enfermeira, não deixando de ser frágil... e não tenho vegonha!!!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114203289248464105?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114203289248464105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114203289248464105' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114203289248464105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114203289248464105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/sou-humana-e-frgil.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114096943242420625</id><published>2006-02-26T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:59:33.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa se ás vezes tudo é breve como um sopro... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Não importa se for uma gota só... de loucura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/400/montagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...que faça oscilar o teu mundo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e desfaça a fronteira entre a lua e o sol!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mafalda Veiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque a loucura faz parte da vida... assim como os sorrisos que soltamos e que transmitem a amizade partilhada, as novas experiências que abraçamos com o friozinho na barriga mas que são tão agradáveis convosco... as aulas de hidroginástica e a fantástica aula de carnaval de ontem... Porque a vida é mesmo assim... feita de vida... e porque continuo porque tenho pessoas lindas ao meu lado... tudo se torna especial!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-114096943242420625?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114096943242420625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114096943242420625' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114096943242420625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114096943242420625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-importa-se-s-vezes-tudo-breve-como.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-114072859161802972</id><published>2006-02-23T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:03:11.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque hoje preciso escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/untitled22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/untitled22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...quem me conhece sabe que sempre que faço um post tenho um motivo... escrevo para transnitir uma alegria..para partilhar uma emoção... para extrair o nó do peito que algumas situações me criam... Hoje, e depois de alguns dias adormecido, esse nó voltou a atacar! Aquela sensação de aperto que quase sufoca, aquele querer e não querer tanta coisa... Por fim caio na realidade e sei que apenas tu e as coisas que possam vir de ti erguem em mim tal muralha... forte e difícil de ultrapassar. Contudo, com esperança que não seja intranspunível. Preciso libertar-me. Preciso aprender tudo de novo e anseio quem me ensine! Existe uma imensidão de coisas em que deixei de acreditar e a culpa é tua! Não sei se algum dia vou conseguir perdoar todos os sonhos em que me fizeste acreditar e que não cumpriste... Bem...vou descansar...sinto o corpo pesado e as marcas da alma teimam em ser mais evidentes em dias como o de hoje... Vou tentar voltar a sonhar... mas é tão difícil...***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aos meus leitores peço desculpa pela pouca clareza do post...mas há coisas que não podem ficar dentro de nós...corroem...)&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/16590932-114072859161802972?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114072859161802972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=114072859161802972' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114072859161802972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/114072859161802972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/porque-hoje-preciso-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113960560417009902</id><published>2006-02-10T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:06:44.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/gota4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/gota4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Apenas uma gota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Don't worry...be happy...&lt;/em&gt;ouço...sei que é hora de levantar... mais um dia de estágio me espera; sonolenta atraso 5 minutos o despertador do telemóvel! Hum...minutos saborosos aqueles! Enfim...fora da cama. Mais um dia cheio de sorrisos, palavras, mãos que se dão para acolher, olhares que se emprestam para compensar a dor... e a presença tão física mas tão capaz.. Sempre ouvi dizer que quando se faz o que se gosta o tempo não custa a passar! Quando dou por mim é hora de passar o turno. Parte do meu dia chegou ao fim.. Feliz saio para o meu habitual café de inicio de tarde... espero-te cansada mas realizada na mesa do café de sempre... do outro lado do balcão um sorriso e a certeza de que há sítios assim...onde nos sentimos acolhidos...sitios que são pequenos abrigos para onde podemos sempre fugir.. Folheando as noticias do dia.. volto a pensar... mas onde estás?!? Pois é... mas como saberei quem és? A verdade é que não te conheço! Sei que deves existir.. algures...mas andamos perdidos. Erguem-se muralhas em mim que não me deixam pensar que virás do passado! Não quero! Virás.. espero... do presente! Do futuro! Mas não sei onde estás... também não te procuro. Só sinto que tenho muito para te dar... Sinto saudades do que sou qunado estou "contigo"... Enquanto espero percorro os sinais do que fui e que ainda resistem...As marcas deixadas na alma e na pele, do que foi feliz e do que foi triste... Ando de bem com a vida...feliz comigo, com o que sou e faço.... mas falta uma gota para a felicidade: TU (quem serás?...)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113960560417009902?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113960560417009902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113960560417009902' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113960560417009902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113960560417009902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113916389672790473</id><published>2006-02-05T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:24:56.740Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/concha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/concha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Agora que o silêncio é um mar sem ondas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que nele posso navegar sem rumo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não respondas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;às urgentes perguntasque te fiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa-me ser feliz assim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já tão longe de ti como de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perde-se a vida a desejá-la tanto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o tempo passou,há calmaria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não perturbes a paz que me foi dada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvir de novo a tua voz seria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;matar a sede com água salgada..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113916389672790473?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113916389672790473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113916389672790473' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113916389672790473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113916389672790473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113839256030722252</id><published>2006-01-27T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:43:18.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma das coisas mais difíceis de deitar fora é a gentileza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quase sempre a recebemos de volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/flores_mao_II%20-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/flores_mao_II%20-2.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me cada vez mais aquilo que em breve serei no papel...mas que já há algum tempo sou de coração: ENFERMEIRA! Estas manhãs frias de pleno Inverno têm tido um sabor diferente e indiscutivelmente quente... os sorrisos, as palavras de agradecimento... até mesmo os olhares de suplício me dão força e vontade de fazer sempre mais... Faço o que sou, faço o que sinto e cresço a cada dia com uma vontade renovada de continuar! Aos meus doentes devo este bem-estar... aos meus pais e amigos devo a confiança e a força que sempre depositaram em mim e me deram alento nos momentos mais difíceis. A todos dedico o meu dia-a-dia e agradeço... Sinto-me concretizada!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113839256030722252?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113839256030722252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113839256030722252' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113839256030722252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113839256030722252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/uma-das-coisas-mais-difceis-de-deitar.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113801007072124787</id><published>2006-01-23T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:54:30.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Parabéns Amiga!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/festa%20nuno-20.11%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/festa%20nuno-20.11%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…Tanta coisa te poderia dizer neste dia… mas por mais que pense acho sempre que nada será suficiente para descrever a importância que tens para mim! Contudo não me sai da cabeça algo que tantas vezes dizemos e que sei que faz sentido: &lt;em&gt;NADA ACONTECE POR ACASO!:)&lt;/em&gt; “Alguém” nos juntou…&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/velas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”Alguém” fez com que os nossos caminhos se cruzassem e agora sei que nunca te vou deixar! Quero muito que sejas FELIZ e neste dia especial (e primeiro de muitos aniversários teus que estarei aqui) desejo que toda a magia do Mundo te acompanhe e se realizem todos os teus sonhos… Tu mereces tudo de melhor que a vida possa dar! Adoro-tu***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113801007072124787?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113801007072124787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113801007072124787' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113801007072124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113801007072124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/parabns-amiga-tanta-coisa-te-poderia.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113787151832401887</id><published>2006-01-21T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:25:18.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/passado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/passado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é tão fugaz e não espera... não espera por mim... não esperou que me apetecesse continuar! Por sua vez obrigou-me a dar passos cada vez maiores! Sem ter tempo sequer de olhar para trás, sem ter tempo de dizer..&lt;em&gt; agora com mais calma&lt;/em&gt;! E assim foi... levada pelo ritmo alucinante dos trabalhos, das frequências, dos estágios, dos exames.... E de mão dada com os velhos e também novos amigos... foste ficando cada vez mais para trás! Por isso dou por mim decididamente  a pensar no futuro! Num futuro ao qual (agora) sei que não pertencerás, num futuro cada vez mais próximo e que exige muito de mim... Voltar atrás não posso. Talvez já nem queira! Se te esqueci!? Não sei... pelo menos sinto que já não dependo de ti...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113787151832401887?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113787151832401887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113787151832401887' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113787151832401887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113787151832401887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/finalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113736138596941881</id><published>2006-01-15T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:43:06.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também já morro de saudades amiga...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; - "Olá miga! Entaõ como foi esse último fim de semana (sim último porque a partir de agora nem fins de semana...). Espero que cporra tudo bem amanha e que nunca te esqueças que só uns minutos nos separam, por isso se precisares de mim só necessitas esperar 30min no máximo! Bjs para todos e boa sorte!" &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/amizade.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/amizade.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - "Acho que percebes-te que 6ª feira ficou muito por dizer.. mas faltaram as palavras. Vim emora assim porque me mandas-te;) e porque no fundo sei que estavas a sentir o mesmo que eu. Mas não vim sozinha.. fiz aquela viagem de carro com todas aquelas recordações que até me fizeram sorrir sozinha.. Vou sentir tanta falta! Eu sei que o que dizes é verdade mas também sei que tal como ru tens consci~encia que nada será igual:( Qualquer coisa também estou aqui; sabes isso! Bj enorme e muita muita sorte. Adoro-te miga... nunca mudes.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; - "Esta é só mais uma fase que tal como muitas outras vamos passá-la juntas! Bj grande. Já estou com saudades...;)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...Existem amizades assim... que marcam a vida da gente e deixam marcas profundas. Esta foi uma despedida dos dias que passávamos juntas...das maloqueiras que fazíamos e de tudo o resto...;) Porque agora vai ser diferente, porque estamos separadas por 30min mas tudo vai mudar..:( Desejo-te a maior sorte do mundo para o estágio amiga e quero que saibas que vais estar sempre AQUI... no meu coração!...)&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/16590932-113736138596941881?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113736138596941881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113736138596941881' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113736138596941881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113736138596941881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/tambm-j-morro-de-saudades-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113709282597991421</id><published>2006-01-12T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:07:05.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O passado fugiu... o que esperas está ausente... mas o presente é TEU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Provérbio árabe)&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/16590932-113709282597991421?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113709282597991421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113709282597991421' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113709282597991421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113709282597991421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-passado-fugiu.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113604580581276639</id><published>2005-12-31T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:16:45.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nostalgia... Vem aí 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/reveillon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fim de um ano e as entradas naquele que esperamos seja sempre melhor, é vivido normalmante com euforia... Por aqui permanece a nostalgia e o recordar de um ano que passou.... e tudo mudou! Por entre recordações, lágrimas, desejos, esboços de sorrisos... Ficam os votos de que o novo ano que se avizinha traga tudo aqui por o qual formos capaz de lutar! Sim... pois todos os anos a história se repete, os desejos de bom ano são dados a todos aqules de quem gostamos... Mas, não chega desejar! Porque cada ano se torna naquilo que soubermos e conseguirmos fazer dele... com as nossas próprias acções, decisões e caminhos... VIVAM, VIVAM plenamente o novo ano sem medo de agir e SER FELIZ! E lembrem-se: hoje temos mais 1 SEGUNDO... porque não agir? Abracem, amem, beijem, sorriam... digam aquilo que tantas vezes fica por dizer! Cada um de nós pode fazer deste segundo especial... assim como está nas nossas mãos o que será 2006...***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113604580581276639?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113604580581276639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113604580581276639' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113604580581276639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113604580581276639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/nostalgia.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113589720635574133</id><published>2005-12-29T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:00:06.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/getimage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/getimage.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto estiveres aí....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;eu estarei aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De súbito dei por mim em mudança... Troquei o sofá e o DVD pelo cinema. Contigo essas idas eram mais escassas por imensas razões; uma delas era o facto de assim nos sentirmos mais "nós", no cantinho que destinamos para essas sessões de cinema, que eram cada vez mais frequentes, pois as tuas surpresas passavam por arranjares filmes que eu ansiava ver... esse cantinho permanece intacto mas vazio... dou por mim muitas vezes parada a olhar para esse espaço! E não sei descrever tudo o que sinto...todas as recordações...e sempre: o porquê!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje as companhias são outras e o cinema é real... Muita gente entrou na minha vida e preencheu a solidão, mas definitivamente não preencheu o vazio. Há pessoas que marcam a alma e a vida da gente; tu marcas-te a minha de uma forma tão vincada que sei que vais&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estar sempre ai... &lt;/strong&gt;e eu estarei aqui, até te sentir, até sentir que inda há algo precisa acontecer, algo que sei que mereço ouvir... so tenho medo que demore muito... medo de que, tal como no filme que vi hoje, seja necessário acontecer algo trágico para voltar a ser feliz... para voltar a sorrir por dentro. Por enquanto tenho algo pendente: TU!....&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/16590932-113589720635574133?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113589720635574133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113589720635574133' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113589720635574133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113589720635574133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/enquanto-estiveres.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113581613491063124</id><published>2005-12-29T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:28:54.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/cansada.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Acordo todos os dias com este zumbido e a certeza de que não vais voltar. Cansada de me convencer que, apesar e acima do teu individualismo, estava a tal inevitabilidade a que nos submetemos e chamamos amor. Pensei que, com todo o amor que sentia por ti, te iria suavizar e de alguma forma fazer parte do teu equilíbrio tornando-me subtilmente indispensável... Nunca pensei enganar-me tanto. Mas só agora percebo que o teu amor por mim não foi uma inevitabiliadade, mas uma escolha. Alguém que te chamou à atenção e que, um dia, decidiste que querias atravessar, com a intuiçao certeira de um animal selvagem que procura refúgio temporário, quando está cansado. Sei que não vinhas a fugir de nada, nem à procura de coisa nenhuma. Mas acho que, quando eras pequeno, te arrancaram uma parte de ti, e desde entao ficas-te imcompleto e perdeste, quem sabe talvez para sempre, a capacidade de adormecer nos braços de alguém sem que penses no perigo de ficar na armadilha do carinho para todo o sempre..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto - "Alma de Pássaro"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Para ti amiga um agradecimento especial... porque quase não necessito falar... porque sentes e pensas como eu e assim tudo se torna mais fácil...***)&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/16590932-113581613491063124?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113581613491063124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113581613491063124' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113581613491063124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113581613491063124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/acordo-todos-os-dias-com-este-zumbido.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113562622784467151</id><published>2005-12-26T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:43:47.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite mágica chegou ao fim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/painatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/painatal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...resta-nos prolongar a magia pelos outros dias do ano...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Votos de um ano MÁGICO para todos....***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113562622784467151?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113562622784467151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113562622784467151' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113562622784467151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113562622784467151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/noite-mgica-chegou-ao-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113494317341805214</id><published>2005-12-18T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:59:33.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/mundo%20gira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/mundo%20gira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/maos%20na%20agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ouvi... e identifiquei-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes vais olhar para trás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas preso a um passado que pesou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes vais ser tu capaz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer sair quem por engano entrou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abre a tua porta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A espera para entrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez o segredo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém te quer falar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha em frente e diz-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquilo que vês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflexos de quem conheces bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouve essa voz, é a tua voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atenção e a razão que tens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa o mundo girar para o lado que quer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podes parar nem tens nada a perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas de passagem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez seja o sinal que não podes parar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas de passagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai aonde queres &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser quem tu quiseres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estende a tua mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quem vier por bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa o mundo girar para o lado que quer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podes parar nem tens nada a perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas de passagem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez seja o sinal que não podes parar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas de passagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…so de passagem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou de passagem para outro lugar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pólo Norte - Deixa o Mundo Girar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113494317341805214?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113494317341805214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113494317341805214' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113494317341805214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113494317341805214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouvi.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113443033960164821</id><published>2005-12-12T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:32:52.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/no%20banco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/no%20banco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha alma ardente é uma fogueira acesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um brasido enorme a crepitar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ânsia de procurar sem encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A chama onde queimar uma incerteza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo é vago e incompleto! E o que mais pesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É nada ser perfeito. É deslumbrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A noite tormentosa até cegar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E tudo ser em vão! Deus, que tristeza!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos meus irmãos na dor já disse tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E não me compreenderam!... Vão e mudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi tudo o que entendi e o que pressinto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas se eu pudesse a mágoa que em mim chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contar, não a chorava como agora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irmãos, não a sentia como a sinto!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&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/16590932-113443033960164821?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113443033960164821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113443033960164821' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113443033960164821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113443033960164821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/minha-alma-ardente-uma-fogueira-acesa.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113347374847693913</id><published>2005-12-01T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:50:01.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para ti MÃE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/maefilha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/maefilha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A mãe dissera sempre aos filhos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Saltem até ao Sol!' Bom, talvez nunca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poisemos os pés no Sol, mas, pelo menos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levantámo-los do chão!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zora Hurston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque sempre fizeste com que levantasse os pés do chão, mesmo quando para ti era duro... Agradeço-te do fundo do coração. Quem sabe se até não alcançarei o Sol um dia... Contigo tudo é possível MÃE. Obrigada por existires. A vida só faz sentido porque te tenho a meu lado. Vê se recuperas depressa... É muito duro chegar a casa e não te ter a chamar por mim. Não demores ok? &lt;em&gt;Um filho dá a mão à sua mãe por pouco tempo.... Mas o coração dá-lho por toda a vida!&lt;/em&gt; Quando, pela lei da vida, os nossos papéis se inverterem, voltarei a passear muitas vezes de mão dada contigo, como em criança fazias por mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te muito Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/16590932-113347374847693913?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113347374847693913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113347374847693913' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113347374847693913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113347374847693913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-ti-me.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113330734577070974</id><published>2005-11-29T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:35:45.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mundo ao contrário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/ceu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- És linda... Toma é para ti!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Oh... Não faças isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sim faço-o! Gosto-de ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mas... eu não posso retribuir-te esse sentimento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não faz mal... Deixa-me então apenas ver-te sempre de longe... faz-me tão bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(E então parei... não consegui responder... parei e pensei... no passado... no presente... no que não posso retribuir! Lembrei-me do fugaz olhar "dele" de hoje e que provavelmente também não me retribui.... E então concluí: o mundo anda completamente ao contrário!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113330734577070974?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113330734577070974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113330734577070974' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113330734577070974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113330734577070974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/mundo-ao-contrrio.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113296323974335173</id><published>2005-11-25T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:00:39.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/O%20meu%20mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/O%20meu%20mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Eu sou eu mais a minha circunstãncia"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frei Bernardo O.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O meu Mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;são vocês... vocês são as minhas flores, vocês preenchem os meus dias... vocês são simplesmente parte de mim e cada um tem o seu lugar especial... Muitos ficam aqui por retratar mas não são por isso menos especiais; cada um faz ou fez parte de mim... cada um me deu ou dá o seu sorriso de uma forma tão brilhante e própria que me aquece... Uns mais &lt;em&gt;"marcados"&lt;/em&gt; outros já esbatidos pelo tempo &lt;em&gt;(e pela mágoa)...&lt;/em&gt; contudo todos iguais na diferença... responsáveis pelo que sou, fruto do que me fizeram e fazem viver... fruto do que sinto e que me faz CONTINUAR...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113296323974335173?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113296323974335173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113296323974335173' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113296323974335173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113296323974335173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/eu-sou-eu-mais-minha-circunstncia-frei.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113295345939434426</id><published>2005-11-25T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:17:39.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/amor%20recente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/400/amor%20recente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita de emoções... emoções que dão vida aos dias, às horas... aos pequenos momentos. Aprendi que na vida não existem verdades feitas... eternas... o Homem é bom e consegue ser proporcionalmente cruel ao longo da sua existência... aprendi mais algumas coisas que posso dizer que hoje sei... que alguns sonhos acabam... que o tempo não pára... que somos obrigados a continuar... que muita gente precisa de nós! Daí a importãncia do momento, do que representa e o que nos faz sentir... Por entre vitórias mas também momentos de fragilidade... vou conseguindo, e a VÓS devo tudo isso! A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vocês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que sempre estiveram aí e também a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vocês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que apareceram sem explicação na minha vida... Todos os dias agradeço essa dádiva e em dias como o de ontem agradeço especialmente cada segundo da vossa amizade... E porque há emoções que não se conseguem traduzir por palavras, deixo-vos um grande e apertadinho abraço... em silêncio!***&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113295345939434426?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113295345939434426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113295345939434426' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113295345939434426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113295345939434426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/vida-feita-de-emoes.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113261801462097107</id><published>2005-11-22T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:06:54.630Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/400/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113261801462097107?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113261801462097107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113261801462097107' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113261801462097107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113261801462097107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113174484289713423</id><published>2005-11-11T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:34:02.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós... (uma linda amizade... um dia especial...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/tulipas.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós somos a forma bonita, completa, de se cantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nós somos a voz e a palavra que nunca vão acabar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cantando e amando e vivendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;com toda a vontade que é possível ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nós somos a forma bonita, completa, de se viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nós somos o ser extravazado que o nosso sentir nos dá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mito complexificado em busca do que não há&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cantando e amando e vivendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;com toda a verdade que é possível ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nós somos a forma bonita, completa, de viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu canto e eu quero o que eu canto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu preciso cantar para encher essa forma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sou o que eu canto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é na voz que eu rebento de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguém completado na vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prolongado na morte que já ninguém tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a partir do momento em que a forma bonita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se encheu de uma essência qualquer de ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nós somos a dor mais profunda que existe em todo o planeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas somos também a alegria melhor que se inventa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se alguém perguntar afinal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que é que nós somos de tão lindo assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a resposta é tão simples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;basta olhar pra ti e pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113174484289713423?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113174484289713423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113174484289713423' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113174484289713423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113174484289713423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/ns_11.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113078706941753748</id><published>2005-10-31T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:39:50.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuva...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou fazem sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da história da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trazendo a saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Tuna Invicta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113078706941753748?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113078706941753748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113078706941753748' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/uma%20asa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113052523064174760?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113052523064174760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113052523064174760' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113052523064174760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113052523064174760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/como-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113035783545974791</id><published>2005-10-27T05:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:17:15.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/aqua_jogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/aqua_jogging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava mesmo a precisar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente passo as semanas à espera destas horas que, por momentos, me levam para outro lugar... As aulas de Hidroginástica não são um refúgio mas o empurrãozinho necessário para repor a energia e a boa disposição!:) Sem dúvida a água é o melhor que há... lá estou longe dos pensamentos, das lembranças, e até dos sonhos... mas estou lá e estou bem! Sem esquecer as gargalhadas que se vão soltando e as conversas que surgem... e vocês amigas contribuem para a borga! São ainda de salientar outros benefícios igualmente importantes:&lt;br /&gt;- Melhora dos níveis de força e desenvolvimento dos principais grupos musculares;&lt;br /&gt;- Aumento da circulação sanguínea e da resistência do sistema cardio-respiratório;&lt;br /&gt;- Tonifica os músculos;&lt;br /&gt;- Melhora a flexibilidade das articulações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a aula foi pesada, mas valeu a pena:)&lt;br /&gt;Até sábado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113035783545974791?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113035783545974791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113035783545974791' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113035783545974791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113035783545974791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/estava-mesmo-precisar.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-113018754940085979</id><published>2005-10-25T05:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:59:09.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/intimidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/200/intimidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despida de tudo o que me leva a esse sonho perdido, ando no mundo como um sem-abrigo... não procuro o que perdi mas sem procurar soube de ti... porque não sorris como dantes, porque não és quem todos conheciam... não perguntei, nao queria saber, mas falaram-me de ti e fez-me sofrer.. Porque foste tu que escolheste o que agora és.. o que agora somos! A ilusão de um dia passa.. os sorrisos sao bons mas não como os nossos... o mundo deixou de fazer sentido e ninguém percebe! Pois tu és todos as manhãs, todos os lugares, todas as músicas, todos as horas, todos os pensamentos... Assim sou eu longe de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nem o "sorriso" me contagiou... A tua sombra não deixou... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-113018754940085979?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113018754940085979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=113018754940085979' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113018754940085979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/113018754940085979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/despida-de-tudo-o-que-me-leva-esse.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112983478352630038</id><published>2005-10-20T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:59:43.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quem diria que no teu olhar eu me perderia..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É em dias como o de hoje que percebo que continuo viva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comecei por perceber que poderias dar um "sorrisinho" aos meus dias... mas agora percebo também que é possível &lt;strong&gt;voltar&lt;/strong&gt; a sentir muito mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É certo que não ocupas aquele lugar que um dia lhe pertenceu (ou pertence), mas o simples facto de teres conseguido transformar um dia chuvoso numa enchente de sol e sorrisos fez-me pensar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mal te conheço... posso mesmo dizer que não sei &lt;strong&gt;nada &lt;/strong&gt;de ti, podes não passar sequer de uma ilusão...mas, não sei... és especial e gosto do que me fazes sentir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada! ;) .......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112983478352630038?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112983478352630038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112983478352630038' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112983478352630038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112983478352630038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/quem-diria-que-no-teu-olhar-eu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112975295580880538</id><published>2005-10-20T05:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:15:55.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/sentir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/sentir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Obrigada pelo "sorrisinho" que deste ao meu dia...&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/16590932-112975295580880538?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112975295580880538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112975295580880538' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112975295580880538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112975295580880538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/obrigada-pelo-sorrisinho-que-deste-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112958173000198232</id><published>2005-10-17T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:42:10.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem inventou a distância&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/tristeza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/tristeza1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; não sabia o quanto doi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112958173000198232?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112958173000198232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112958173000198232' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112958173000198232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112958173000198232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/quem-inventou-distncia-no-sabia-o.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112939826387762495</id><published>2005-10-15T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:44:23.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os dias insistem em passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vida corre sem dar sinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tua imagem permanece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e mesmo em prece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nao vai... nao me abandona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/pensando_em_ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pulo, salto, corro, rio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas quando azafama acaba vem o vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a solidao de um dia que chega ao fim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voltando a angústia a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E bem la distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;num mundo longinquo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os sonhos permanecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e por isso ainda vivo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112939826387762495?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112939826387762495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112939826387762495' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112939826387762495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112939826387762495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/os-dias-insistem-em-passara-vida-corre.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112828085587818159</id><published>2005-10-02T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:20:55.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fragilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/l??grima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/l%3F%3Fgrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pudesse o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo em nós se precipita&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vida nos desgarra os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E não espera, ai quem dera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houvesse um canto para se ficar&lt;br /&gt;Longe da guerra feroz que nos domina&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor fosse como um lugar a salvo&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos, sem fragilidade&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom pudesse o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;E voltar-se a preencher o vazio&lt;br /&gt;É tão duro aprender que na vida&lt;br /&gt;Nada se repete, nada se promete&lt;br /&gt;E é tudo tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom pudesse o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;E encharcar-me de azul e de longe&lt;br /&gt;Acalmar a raiva aflita da vertigem&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu braço e poder ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tudo tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;br /&gt;Como os reflexos da lua no rio&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que se agarra e já fugiu&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão fugaz e tão breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112828085587818159?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112828085587818159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112828085587818159' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112828085587818159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112828085587818159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/10/fragilidade-talvez-pudesse-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112785611295698347</id><published>2005-09-27T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:21:52.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Setembro%202005%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Setembro%202005%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semana de Recepção ao Caloiro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma semana de recepção ao caloiro decorre... Para mim, a última! Não vos vou falar do que sinto, porque sinceramente não sei descrever... é um turbilhar de sentimentos que me deixa feliz... mas também triste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas, acima de tudo vou seguir o conselho que muitas vezes me foi dado: APROVEITAR! Aproveitar cada momento, cada sorriso, cada palavra, cada gesto, cada sentimento... E estou certa que muitas destas recordações jamais me abandonarão. Nestes 4 anos aprendi a ser, a estar, a fazer... a saber saber! E é esse saber e todas as recordações que quero levar comigo para onde quer que vá. Por agora só me resta felicitar os caloirinhos da IMACULADA (e todos em geral) e desejar-lhes um percurso brilhante e repleto de felicidade. Acima de tudo espero que queiram mesmo muito ser enfermeiros, pois é do querer ardente que nasce a conquista da vitória!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112785611295698347?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112785611295698347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112785611295698347' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112785611295698347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112785611295698347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/semana-de-recepo-ao-caloiro-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112747083307631044</id><published>2005-09-23T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:20:33.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O sorriso é a distância mais curta entre duas pessoas... (Victor Hugo)&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/16590932-112747083307631044?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112747083307631044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112747083307631044' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112747083307631044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112747083307631044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-sorriso-distncia-mais-curta-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112734161579489837</id><published>2005-09-21T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:26:55.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 de Setembro - Dia Mundial da Doença de Alzheimer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/dando_a_mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podem haver doenças incuráveis mas nunca haverá doentes intratáveis! Por isso há sempre algo que podemos fazer... e estes doentes e a sua família precisam de nós! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112734161579489837?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112734161579489837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112734161579489837' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112734161579489837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112734161579489837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/21-de-setembro-dia-mundial-da-doena-de.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112716972680343654</id><published>2005-09-19T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:42:06.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomeçar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/viagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O primeiro passo está dado... Hoje iniciei o meu ultimo ano de curso (se tudo correr bem). Um turbilhão de sentimentos me invadiu ao pensar nisto... Quero, claro que quero terminar o meu curso e ser profissional, fazer o que gosto e dar sempre o meu melhor... Mas... a vida de estudante é fantástica..já sinto saudades e inda nem terminou... Bem, mas agora resta-me aproveitar e embarcar nesta viagem que nos prometeram que iria ser dura... Não me sai da cabeça a frase com que nos receberam hoje: "Bem-vindos ao vosso pior ano aqui!" Rrrrr... Ao trabalho!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112716972680343654?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112716972680343654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112716972680343654' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112716972680343654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112716972680343654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/recomear.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112703508604092256</id><published>2005-09-18T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:18:06.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/can%3F%3Frio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te esquecerei Patusco...:( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112703508604092256?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112703508604092256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112703508604092256' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112703508604092256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112703508604092256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/luto.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112699888849978630</id><published>2005-09-17T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:14:48.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O poder de um abraço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/koalas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/koalas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando bem apertado é capaz de amparar as tristezas, sustentar lágrimas, combater incertezas e por angústias de lado! É até capaz de suavizar o medo, e se for dado com ternura guarda segredos e jura cumplicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhemos para o nosso lado... Há sempre alguém que precisa e quer ser abraçado e não tem coragem de dizer... Enlace-o! O pior que pode acontecer é ter como resposta um sorriso de carinho ou uma palavra sincera... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje estou particularmente bem... Fui abraçada e senti o valor da  profunda amizade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;UM ABRAÇO PARA TODOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112699888849978630?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112699888849978630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112699888849978630' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112699888849978630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112699888849978630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-poder-de-um-abrao.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112689624253883184</id><published>2005-09-17T03:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:44:02.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É loucura....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Odiar todas as rosas porque uma te espetou...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perder a fé em todas as orações porque numa não foste atendido...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Desistir de todos os esforços porque um deles fracassou...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Condenar todas as amizades porque uma te traiu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Descrer de todo o amor porque um deles te foi infiel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Desperdiçar todas as oportunidades de ser feliz porque uma tentativa não deu certo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não se pode deixar de viver, por isso não faz sentido nos deixarmos levar por estas loucuras.Tenho fé que haverá uma outra oportunidade, uma nova força, uma outra amizade, um novo AMOR...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112689624253883184?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112689624253883184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112689624253883184' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112689624253883184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112689624253883184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/loucura.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112670332828713919</id><published>2005-09-14T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:08:48.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Carpe Diem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/amanhecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/amanhecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realmente há coisas simples e tão importantes... O telefonema de uma antiga professora de Português/Francês do meu 10º ano, com quem sempre tive uma relação de amizade especial, foi capaz de mudar o meu dia. Daí sucedeu-se um convite para um lanche e uma tarde de conversa... É deveras agradável sentir que há amizades assim...que ficam, que permanecem inalteráveis mesmo com todas as voltas que a vida insiste em dar (e eu considero-me uma sortuda..porque tenho umas tantas amizades assim!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A conversa foi agradável...entre os velhos amigos, peripécias de aulas e projectos futuros...tudo foi dito. No ar ficou a recordação de um autor do qual há uns anos ela própria me tinha falado e que se recordava ter despertado o meu interesse: Ricardo Reis. Inerente ao autor... o CARPE DIEM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim, para quem não sabe Carpe Diem significa "aproveita o dia" em latim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como podemos confiar no incerto do amanhã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como é possível desperdiçarmos os instantes de prazer que vão surgindo ao longo do dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quê esperar... se não depende de nós?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque cada dia é diferente e especial... cada dia tem algo novo para nos dar se o soubermos colher... vamos viver. Viver intensamente! A vida não pode ser economizada para amanhã. Tudo o que acontece, acontece hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para todos: CARPE DIEM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112670332828713919?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112670332828713919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112670332828713919' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112670332828713919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112670332828713919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/carpe-diem.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112656062995896913</id><published>2005-09-12T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:30:29.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/Ghandi_mentira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/Ghandi_mentira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É muito duro ter que lidar com a injustiça... Há dias em que parece que esqueço..mas apenas guardo a tristeza para presentear os que me rodeiam com aquilo que merecem: a minha alegria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112656062995896913?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112656062995896913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112656062995896913' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112656062995896913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112656062995896913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/muito-duro-ter-que-lidar-com-injustia.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112646632747657492</id><published>2005-09-12T04:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:18:47.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/11setembro.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/11setembro.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo esse fatídico dia de Setembro como se fosse hoje...estava em casa a espera da chegada de uma amiga para um passeio que pretendiamos durasse a tarde toda...mas quando abri a porta e ela me disse: "Já viste o que aconteceu?!" Nessa altura ouvia um cd ds minhas músicas preferidas e não tinha ligado a tv. O choque invadiu-me...invadiu-nos...o passeio ficou adiado e ficamos a tarde toda coladas à televisao quase em silêncio e a sofrer com toda aquela gente... Por isso, cada vez mais dou valor aos pequenos prazeres da vida, porque coisas como estas, sem explicaçao nem sentido, infelizmente acontecem! E tal como os que partem cuidam de nós lá de cima(eu acredito), nós que vamos ficando, temos o dever de nos levantarmos e cuidarmos dos que ficam dando cada dia o nosso melhor para que a nossa vida e a dos que nos rodeiam seja o melhor possível!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112646632747657492?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112646632747657492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112646632747657492' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112646632747657492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112646632747657492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/recordo-esse-fatdico-dia-de-setembro.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112646102624425823</id><published>2005-09-12T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:50:26.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/mumdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/mumdo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma, até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma... a vida não pára! Quando todo o Mundo espera a cura do mal...e a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal, eu finjo ter paciência... O Mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz, nós esperamos do Mundo e o Mundo espera de nós: um pouco mais de paciência! Será que é tempo que nos falta para perceber; será que temos esse tempo para perder...a vida é tão rara!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112646102624425823?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112646102624425823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112646102624425823' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112646102624425823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112646102624425823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/mesmo-quando-tudo-pede-um-pouco-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590932.post-112638509253910992</id><published>2005-09-11T05:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:44:52.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/1600/amizade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/710/1579/320/amizade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo tem um começo... este vai ser dedicado aos AMIGOS! Aqueles que estão sempre lá e que contribuem para que as duras caminhadas da vida não custem tanto a passar... para vocês que são especiais! Eu sei que sabem quem são!:) Obrigada por tudo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16590932-112638509253910992?l=carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/112638509253910992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16590932&amp;postID=112638509253910992' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112638509253910992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16590932/posts/default/112638509253910992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrosseldeemocoes.blogspot.com/2005/09/porque-tudo-tem-um-comeo.html' title=''/><author><name>marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10326684506419082022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
