<?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-11402051</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:17:56.030Z</updated><title type='text'>"OS MEUS REFÚGIOS..."</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu Cantinho da Poesia e do Teatro</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-5440203766468034793</id><published>2010-08-17T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:44:37.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one day ...</title><content type='html'>Inspite of all my desires&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;i survive is this lonely and boring life&lt;br /&gt;i leave day by day&lt;br /&gt;searching for something that keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;searching for the most beautifull feelings ...&lt;br /&gt;I look everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I search everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I took all my chances&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I keep them alive&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to give..&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant go on...&lt;br /&gt;I just cant smile anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Like i used to do....&lt;br /&gt;So i think...&lt;br /&gt;where and how can i feel alive?&lt;br /&gt;i look foward...&lt;br /&gt;i forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;and just go on...&lt;br /&gt;hoping that one day i could feel alive again...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-5440203766468034793?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5440203766468034793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 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objectivos...&lt;br /&gt;Somos seres humanos...&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos aqui, vivemos ali&lt;br /&gt;e sobrevivemos nos intervalos...&lt;br /&gt;assim somos nós...somos seres humanos...&lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia que nascemos&lt;br /&gt;ate ao dia em que morremos &lt;br /&gt;infelizmente...é assim o ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Todos diferentes..mas no fundo todos iguais..&lt;br /&gt;Um dia felizes, noutro infelizes&lt;br /&gt;Num dia amando...noutro sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;Num dia sonhando, outro com pesadelos..&lt;br /&gt;Num dia acreditando, noutro somente mais ou menos!&lt;br /&gt;E assim nos transformamos..&lt;br /&gt;assim nos acostumamos..&lt;br /&gt;assim nos perdemos...&lt;br /&gt;assim nos reencontramos...&lt;br /&gt;É assim que Aprendemos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é esta a vida...dum simples e incognito....Ser humano!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8427093076739696782</id><published>2010-05-19T02:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:00:09.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Embalei....</title><content type='html'>Embalei o passado&lt;br /&gt;Porque o futuro me chama..&lt;br /&gt;porque a solidao me consome&lt;br /&gt;desde o dia que fiquei sem ti.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalei um passado&lt;br /&gt;que hoje nao torna&lt;br /&gt;que outrora abandonaste&lt;br /&gt;e friamente mataste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalei  um passado&lt;br /&gt;que por tudo fiz&lt;br /&gt;tudo dei&lt;br /&gt;talvez errei&lt;br /&gt;e no qual fui feliz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalei um passado...&lt;br /&gt;Porque  no presente me perco,&lt;br /&gt;entre um sorriso discreto&lt;br /&gt;a beleza dum  olhar&lt;br /&gt;que reside dentro de mim,,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalei  o passado&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhum ressentimento&lt;br /&gt;despida de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;mergulhando  no real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalei um passado&lt;br /&gt;e vivo meu presente&lt;br /&gt;pensando num futuro&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;porque mereço ser feliz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez  por breves momentos&lt;br /&gt;e quiçá sem mais sofrimentos&lt;br /&gt;Luto  porque mereço&lt;br /&gt;A minha paz por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de  voltar a sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Luto hoje...&lt;br /&gt;porque a força essa...reside ainda bem dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonyT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8427093076739696782?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8120257133049312462</id><published>2009-12-15T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:52:23.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Aquela incerteza...</title><content type='html'>Vivi o que tinha a viver......&lt;br /&gt;entre a escuridao muitas vezes deambulei&lt;br /&gt;sem rumo, sem encontrar a saida...&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes chorei...&lt;br /&gt;Despi minhas incertezas ..e quis ser verdadeiramente feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Fui à luta por mim,...segurei-me em cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;confrontei meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Dissipei-me por entre momentos inesqueciveis...&lt;br /&gt;momentos que nao tornam, ...e em muitos fui feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi o que tinha a viver...&lt;br /&gt;Vivi sempre como quis&lt;br /&gt;ao maximo...intensamente..com grande furor e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar num amanha...sem por vezes ver a luz do dia...&lt;br /&gt;Vivi na escuridao da noite...Vivi na beleza do dia&lt;br /&gt;Vivi dias a fio...&lt;br /&gt;Numa onda submersa e repleta duma imensidao de momentos..&lt;br /&gt;Contraditorios, distantes, falsos, cobardes&lt;br /&gt;frios, maldosos, repugnantes&lt;br /&gt;outros intensos e repletos de harmonia...&lt;br /&gt;Acordava dum sonho...e vivia um pesadelo...&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiiiii Antes quisera dormir para sempre...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para nao ter de lidar com tao feios sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;mas a vida nao perdoa...E massacra-nos ate ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;resta-me pensar que se assim nao fosse&lt;br /&gt;jamais conseguiria ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;porque sem luta nada temos e sem sofrimento nao vivemos..&lt;br /&gt;toda a alegria é conquistada...&lt;br /&gt;e por entre a pior das realidades..é nela q encontramos a felicidade...!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais cegos nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Qdo achamos que tudo perdemos...&lt;br /&gt;O vazio instala-se...as forças desvanecem...&lt;br /&gt;e enquanto a vida passa...nem damos por ela...&lt;br /&gt;Ela nao retorna...Voltar atras é proibido..&lt;br /&gt;Estamos num beco sem saída!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos para a frente e tememos o pior&lt;br /&gt;quando muito ja passámos&lt;br /&gt;E achamos que tudo acabou...&lt;br /&gt;que ja vivemos o que tinhamos a viver...&lt;br /&gt;Guardamos as armas e simplesmente aprendemos a SOFRER....&lt;br /&gt;Ja nem sabemos como sobreviver..&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida que nós proprios desconhecemos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque simplesmente...nao vivemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz torna-se tao espessa&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia apodera-se de nós...&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos para tras e o que vemos??&lt;br /&gt;Uma nuvem cinzenta num abraço que nao tivemos&lt;br /&gt;numa oportunidade que nao nos deram&lt;br /&gt;num frio repleto de misterios...&lt;br /&gt;numa onda imensa de desenganos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta-nos o que??&lt;br /&gt;A esperança??? De que??&lt;br /&gt;Se toda a vida vivemos a pensar nela&lt;br /&gt;vivemos por e somente dela&lt;br /&gt;e hoje sofremos sem ela????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao...a esperança morre apartir do momento que acordamos para a vida&lt;br /&gt;que nos deparamos com os obstaculos e medos que ela nos propoe&lt;br /&gt;..passamos a viver pelos nossos objectivos e ideais..&lt;br /&gt;lutamos mas nao pela esperança de srmos felizes..&lt;br /&gt;mas porque sem ela a vida deixa de ser vivida..&lt;br /&gt;passa a ser apenas CONSUMIDA...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite vem...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia nos espera.....ou nao...&lt;br /&gt;Dormimos porque assim tem de ser..&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordamos...&lt;br /&gt;Vemos que nada mudou..ou tudo piorou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu...um dia adormeci....&lt;br /&gt;e quando acordei...minha vida mudou...&lt;br /&gt;Achei que ja tinha passado por tudo na vida&lt;br /&gt;mas antes a vida tinha era passado por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias ergo-me...&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias me deito..&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias pergunto À VIDA...&lt;br /&gt;Quem te deu este DIREITO??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonyT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8120257133049312462?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8120257133049312462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/12/aquela-incerteza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8120257133049312462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8120257133049312462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/12/aquela-incerteza.html' title='Aquela incerteza...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-4138861160839588227</id><published>2009-09-21T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:16:35.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sentimentos de revolta, angustia cerebral, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gestos entorpecidos à volta dum labirinto sem fim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimentos sem retorno, forma de estar tao banal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a todas as horas se apoderam de&amp;nbsp; mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movo-me numa estrada sem fim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repleta de momentos inquietantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seguro-me nas paredes dum universo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desloco-me como um ser incerto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à procura duma luz no tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duma forma de presentear a minha alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e assim talvez seguir confiante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pela estrada que todos percorremos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas da qual poucos sobrevivemos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desespero?angustia?sofrimento?dor?ressentimento?mágoa?isolamento?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sao apenas pedras com as quais nos deparamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alegria?Amor?Felicidade?Amizade?Prazer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é tudo aquilo que buscamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em momentos incertos e distantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em seres estranhos e alucinantes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num caminho negro e horripilante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um descontentamento sobrio que nos acompanha, que nos esmaga, que nos consome, que nos vence, que nos derruba a toda a hora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sao sentimentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje tenho-os, amanha permanecerão comigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns deles me acompanham...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros sao os que me dao abrigo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimentos, controversos, inesperados, encarcerados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numa pele que ja nao sente.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4138861160839588227?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4138861160839588227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4138861160839588227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4138861160839588227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-300595545498792395</id><published>2009-09-09T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:20:43.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>STRANGER- My new tattoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SqgP-lpKnOI/AAAAAAAAADg/EfzHzr3HDEY/s1600-h/tgh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SqgP-lpKnOI/AAAAAAAAADg/EfzHzr3HDEY/s400/tgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRANGER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha nova e 3ª tattoo...na esperança que a sorte decida acompanhar-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhando para um passado...nao teem sido meses facéis..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida decidiu fazer-me passar por alguns "imensos" obstaculos a todos os niveis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas...como nem tudo é mau...de repente ha coisas que surgem e mudam um pouco... nao a nossa sorte...nem o nosso destino...mas que nos alentam e nos fazem ter forças para seguir em frente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O motivo desta tattoo foi exactamente esse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passei um ano a pensar no que deveria fazer...como sempre teria de ser algo que me dissesse muito, que tivesse muito significado...e hoje chegou o dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se nao aconteceu antes, foi pk nao estava destinado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao contrario do que possa parecer ..esta tatuagem tem mil e um significados e sentimentos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sera algo que jamais me arrependerei de ter feito...e talvez aquela que mais me tocara...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRANGER....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque todos nós somos estranhos e tz os mais estranhos sentimentos nos toquem com uma intensidade de fazer dó...ao ponto de os querermos sentir eternamente e jamais abdicarmos deles...ao ponto de por mais que sejam sentimentos nao correspondidos, ou que nao possam ser descobertos, ou que se possam viver intensamente.....são sentimentos que marcam e conosco desejamos guardar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu senti...eu sinto...mil e uma coisas que me fazem sentir feliz e apaixonada pela vida....sinto ao ponto de me fazerem esquecer momentos terriveis pelos quais tenho passado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao é a toa que dizemos que aquilo que amamos deixamos livres...se voltarem é pk conquistamos senao é pk nunca tivemos....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A liberdade dos sentimentos é unica,....sao eles que nos manteem viva.....mm que nao os possamos demonstrar ou partilhar.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sao nossos....com eles sobrevivemos num mundo cruel, que nos tenta abater dia a dia..deitar abaixo....mas sao eles...que nos fazem crescer.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quis estes sentimentos marcados em mim....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais que quisesse aqui narrar o que esta tatuagem significa para mim, tudo poderia parecer insignificante aos olhos de quem a vê, pk so eu que senti...sinto e a tenho em mim é que saberei o quanto hoje ela me faz feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como alguem me disse: "MAluka.....Desenho num dia...tattoo no outro..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim...sou uma mulher de palavra e de fortes objectivos...eis a prova...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num sitio que me disse muito nestes ultimos tempos, desenhei a minha Tattoo...por todos os momentos que la passei, por todas as pessoas que conheci...por todas as loucuras, magoas, tristezas, sorrisos alegrias etc....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde as 3 lagrimas....ao dardo&amp;nbsp;espetado eternamente no meu coraçao, ao proprio nome "Stranger"....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta tattoo tem significado...no minimo pormenor das linhas, letras que poderao ser ou nao encontradas aos olhos de alguem, enfim....tudo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivemos num mundo onde permanece&amp;nbsp; o cinisco, a intolerancia, o rancor etc etc etc etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é preciso tudo isso para qdo nos acontecem coisas fabulosas, simples e maravilhosas, que surgem do nada e do inesperado, sabermos dar o seu merecido valor....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amizades, uma Paixao, emoçoes puras, sentimentos raros momentaneos, mas mágicos, outros que perdurarao para sempre tatuados em mim mesmo que alguem consiga destruir (o que duvido plo menos da minha parte).....é num resumo a minha tatuagem....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas magnificas, honradas, respeitosas, lindas, SIMPLES, maravilhosas, malucas.....STRANGERS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós o somos???naooooo apenas alguns...e esses...vale a pena TATUAR em NÓS.....!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever in my heart and soul no matter how far i will never forget....because now is a part of me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRANGER...............by@ Mony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Um belo trabalho de Equipa...com um desenho elaborado por mim...e o toque do grandioso Luis Miguel (Drangon TATTOS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-300595545498792395?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/300595545498792395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/stranger-minha-nova-e-3-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/300595545498792395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/300595545498792395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/stranger-minha-nova-e-3-tattoo.html' title='STRANGER- My new tattoo...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SqgP-lpKnOI/AAAAAAAAADg/EfzHzr3HDEY/s72-c/tgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8900981408153044326</id><published>2009-09-07T23:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:00:21.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger...Minha alma gémea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eis que um ser estranho, inquietante, pairante, deslumbrante....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;suavemente se aproximou de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;alma sedutora, simplicidade natural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;olhar terno sobrenatural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;suave como a brisa, leve e delicado como jamais conheci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;tremenda locura, ...instante de prazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;momento arrepiante duma leve e pura sensatez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;um instante, um olhar, uma vontade louca de parar o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stranger....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;se ao menos pudesse te tocar, te sentir novamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;abraçar-te num eternamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;agarrar-te e levar-te comigo...para o paraíso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;para um momento de loucura e ansiedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;para longe de toda a sobriedade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Momento unico...quando duas almas gémeas se encontram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tens tudo o que um dia procurei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;És tudo o que não poderei jamais ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;És o abdicar dum irreal momento de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;onde ambos sentimos a mais pura sensibilidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dum toque eterno de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;da magia dum flutuar duma realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nos teus olhos vi a coragem, vi a necessidade, vi a loucura, vi....o teu querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No teu abraço senti o conforto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nas tuas palavras...o desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;no teu toque...o teu desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;no acariciar da minha cara...o meu rosto...aquele rosto...que te atraiu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que nao te resistiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;a veracidade das tuas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;o teu sorriso???perdurará na minha mente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Algo despertou em nós..na magia dum momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que do nada apareceu...e que numa despedida lementavel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;vi tristeza num olhar que foi meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;nas tuas ultimas palavras...uma angustia sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aiiiiii como me doeu...como me doi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ver-te...e nao poder-te tocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;olhares-me e o meu coraçao saltar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um Click....um momento....que fez mexer algo dentro de nós....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não...jamais poderei esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;tal momento de simplicidade naturalmente encantadora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que recordo enquanto durmo, enquanto vagueio ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mas quando acordo...nao estas la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Foi apenas um sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas acordo e penso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde estas tu minha alma Gémea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Num novo dia...um novo reencontro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;num novo amanhecer...vejo o teu rosto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Deixo o meu sonho partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;à espera dum amanha que me possa fazer de novo sorrir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E ter-te de novo em meus braços....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Descobrir o que tanto mexeu connosco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sem ter que com tristeza ...deixar-te de novo partir.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Volta meu sonho.....quero a minha ALMA GEMEA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;STRANGER......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Gosto de ti...pareces ser simples..diz-me que és simples...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Adorei conhecer-te...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"So queria poder abraçar-te, enroscar-te em mim...e dar-te beijos e beijos nessa carinha...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"...nao tornes as coisas mais dificeis...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;....e assim com dor mas mta paixao...te vi assim partir.....por entre os dedos das minhas maos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8900981408153044326?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8900981408153044326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/strangerminha-alma-gemea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8900981408153044326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8900981408153044326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/strangerminha-alma-gemea.html' title='Stranger...Minha alma gémea...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-1667378773691805553</id><published>2009-09-01T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:25:53.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOITE BARANCA- CONTIGO TEATRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Noite Branca no Café do Teatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Sp1kKweeYLI/AAAAAAAAADY/vq8gSvZw5po/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Sp1kKweeYLI/AAAAAAAAADY/vq8gSvZw5po/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No âmbito da Comemoração dos 10 Anos da COMPANHIA CONTIGO TEATRO, já na próxima Sexta-feira, dia 4 de Setembro, a partir das 22h30m no Café do Teatro, realiza-se a NOITE BRANCA, um evento comemorativo com muitas surpresas à mistura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Junte-se à nossa Festa de Verão!! Venha festejar connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ajude-nos a divulgar este evento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-1667378773691805553?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1667378773691805553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/noite-baranca-contigo-teatro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1667378773691805553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1667378773691805553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/noite-baranca-contigo-teatro.html' title='NOITE BARANCA- CONTIGO TEATRO'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Sp1kKweeYLI/AAAAAAAAADY/vq8gSvZw5po/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-6581486973196682136</id><published>2009-08-31T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:56:18.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FRASES PARA HOJE....UM DIA QUE MUDOU..E MUDARA TUDO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PAULO COELHO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todos os dias Deus nos dá um momento em que é possível mudar tudo que nos deixa infelizes. O instante mágico é o momento em que um 'sim' ou um 'não' pode mudar toda a nossa existência."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na Margem do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei e Chorei&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O caminho da Sabedoria é não ter medo de errar." - &lt;em&gt;Brida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poucos aceitam o fardo da própria vitória; a maioria desiste dos sonhos quando eles se tornam possíveis." - &lt;em&gt;O Diário de Um Mago &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nós sempre temos tendência de ver coisas que não existem, e ficar cegos para as grandes lições que estão diante de nossos olhos."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;O Diário de Um Mago&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O maior de todos os pecados: o arrependimento"&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;O Diário de Um Mago&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Os sentimentos devem estar sempre em liberdade. Não se deve julgar o amor futuro pelo sofrimento passado." &lt;em&gt;Na Margem do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei e Chorei &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Existem pessoas que acostumam-se com seus próprios erros, e em pouco tempo confundem seus defeitos com virtudes." - &lt;em&gt;Brida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Só uma coisa torna um sonho impossível: o medo de fracassar."&lt;em&gt;O Alquimista&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Quantas coisas perdemos por medo de tentar” - &lt;em&gt;Brida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A cada momento de nossa existência temos que escolher entre um caminho e o outro. Uma simples decisão pode afetar uma pessoa para o resto da vida."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;O Diário de Um Mago&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOB MARLEY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Dificil não é lutar por aquilo que se quer, e sim desistir daquilo que se mais ama. Eu desisti. Mas não pense que foi por não ter coragem de lutar, e sim por não ter mais condições de sofrer" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As Vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas... O tempo passa... e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os sonhos e as pessoas pequenas demais para torná-los reais!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A maior covardia de um homem é despertar o amor de uma mulher sem ter a intenção de amá-la."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma coisa boa sobre a música é que quando ela bate você não sente dor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-6581486973196682136?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6581486973196682136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/frases-para-hojeum-dia-que-mudoue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6581486973196682136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6581486973196682136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/frases-para-hojeum-dia-que-mudoue.html' title='FRASES PARA HOJE....UM DIA QUE MUDOU..E MUDARA TUDO!!!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-3438491379769873634</id><published>2009-08-26T17:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:59:47.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>Pensamentos que navegam à flor da pele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magia abstracta que me consome sem senão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estrutura física à qual me agarro e me leva pela mão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odores e ruídos permanentes num deserto sem fim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágoas que cicatrizam apenas com uma palavra e um olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que se desvanecem quando deixamos de lutar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias de um amanha que um ontem simplesmente evaporou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fome desnecessaria dum sangue que nos faz esmorecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energias explodem num tunel de desespero sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansaço visivel do nosso proprio ser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agarro-me ao que não tenho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou o que nao quero ser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aquilo que aparento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não é mais que uma sombra esquecida numa solidão sem retorno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desapareço entre as linhas dum tesouro esquecido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mergulho num mar algures elouquecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reencontrei-me com meu ser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abandonei-o à luz duma podridão humana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elouquecida, permanente aspecto de ressurreição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me ao existencial,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uma componete amarga de controvérsias que me apelam por poder absoluto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu...vamos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de cometer o maior de todos os pecados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte duma alma que ja não existe em mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em busca dum momento pleno de angustia permanente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquela sensaçao de ardor compulsivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me atrai..que me chama...que me alimenta a alma.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim...e minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VMonyT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-3438491379769873634?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/3438491379769873634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/3438491379769873634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/3438491379769873634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8313008719075220361</id><published>2009-08-19T16:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:44:27.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"NADA"</title><content type='html'>Como poderá uma simples palavra........&lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt; dizer e ao mesmo tempo dizer &lt;strong&gt;tudo&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que não precisam ser ditas..apenas sentidas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aí está a resposta....!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando dum &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt; nos surge &lt;strong&gt;TUDO&lt;/strong&gt;.....!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ou quando o TUDO se tranforma em NADA........!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;....esta palavra que tao pouco significa,&lt;br /&gt;que é diariamente usada e abusada por todos,&lt;br /&gt;passa a ter uma conotação acima do real...&lt;br /&gt;Quando não sabemos o que dizer, como reagir,&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo nos assusta e queremos fugir,&lt;br /&gt;quando as palavras teimam em não querer sair....&lt;br /&gt;quando nos sentimos tao pequeninos e o TUDO deixa de existir...&lt;br /&gt;aí sim...o que nos resta???? &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas&lt;/strong&gt; quando esse &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;...é aquilo que mais desejamos para nós...&lt;br /&gt;quando não conseguimos expressar por palavras&lt;br /&gt;quando deixamos os actos e os momentos falarem por si...&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo em redor deixa de existir...&lt;br /&gt;quando o peito arde constantemente..&lt;br /&gt;Quando as lagrimas teimam em escorrer convulsivamente...&lt;br /&gt;quando o negro passa a ser transparente,&lt;br /&gt;quando a magia se apodera de dois corpos incapazes de se descolar....&lt;br /&gt;quando as forças se desvanecem...&lt;br /&gt;quando nos entregamos e damos o que de melhor temos...&lt;br /&gt;quando o nosso pensamento por mais que vagueie bate no mesmo lugar...&lt;br /&gt;quando um toque nos estremece...&lt;br /&gt;quando a vontade de querer permanece....&lt;br /&gt;quando algo nos diz que devemos persistir...&lt;br /&gt;Esse NADA...somente...deixa de existir.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra...NADA...&lt;br /&gt;que por tras esconde sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;magoas, receios, medos e cobardias constantes....&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra NADA......&lt;br /&gt;que esconde razoes, emoçoes,&lt;br /&gt;que se torna a DEFESA em momentos de fervor e perdiçao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa palavra ´NADA......&lt;br /&gt;que so podera ser realmente analisada,&lt;br /&gt;não ao ser escrita, não ao ser dita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa palavra NADA....&lt;br /&gt;que quase consegue esconder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O TUDO&lt;/strong&gt; que não temos Coragem para dizer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hà coisas que nao precisam ser ditas...basta serem sentidas....&lt;br /&gt;E aí....O NADA é indiferente....desvanece-se....&lt;br /&gt;Porque O TUDO de repente aparece ao mesmo tempo que O NADA é dito...&lt;br /&gt;Tornando esta ultima palavra ridicula...quando o obvio e as respostas..estao ALI MESMO...À NOSSA FRENTE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. cego...é aquele que não quer ver....ou que a falta de coragem...o faz simplesmente adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUDO............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MonyT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8313008719075220361?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8313008719075220361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8313008719075220361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8313008719075220361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/nada.html' title='&quot;NADA&quot;'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pior que as palavras....sao os actos....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actos crueis....actos de covardia...actos de desespero..actos de rebeldia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois as palavras essas doiem..mas nao nos tocam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora o toque dos actos por si mesmos...... podem um dia levar-nos ao paraíso....mas é no Inferno que acabamos sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No inferno duma vida mal vivida....na qual...o engano, o desprezo, a solidao, a amargura, a arrogancia...permanecerão eternamente enquanto tivermos um passado, vivermos num presente...e nao conseguirmos sequer imaginar um futuro!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MonyT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4038141085605668338?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-6209091690287987060</id><published>2009-08-14T16:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:44:55.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Obscuridade dum Ser...Quem sou EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou eu??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Algo que desconheço, numa brisa arrepiante dum amanha severo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou eu??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se eu própria não me reconheço, num ontem carregado de escuridão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou eu??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Um ser escravizado nas mãos do tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uma amante sedutora permanente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;um fiasco duma vida aterradoramente inquietante, OBSCURA.!!!!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o negro numa explosão arrepiante......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;um corpo abandonado e insignificante....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou EU????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A amarga sensação de vida a ser sobrevivida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma eterna alma pairante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uma tristeza e morte ambulante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uma carga pesada de incertezas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou eu????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se hoje me desvaneço, se me entrego ao obscuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;se com um soprar desapareço, entre as mais belas ondas do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que a toda a força me querem rejeitar!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou eu????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que parto para um além misterioso e sombrio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que regresso carregada com um rosto que ja partiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que me repelo a mim propria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que nao me vejo nem me ouço, nem de certo me creio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Crer em quê? Para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser insignificante!&lt;/strong&gt;, que pairo numa berma escura, repleta duma solidão que me mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Repleta e infindável duma cruel arma de hipocresia e dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Imensamente carregada dum liquido infernal de AMOR!!!!!!!!! ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Atravesso a ponte do Inferno!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sob o olhar constante de predadores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sigo na berma duma estrada agoniante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Onde a Razão é Discrepância desta Dor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Senti-me mel no mais íntimo toque de prazer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sujeito-me a este SER carregado de um querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sinto-me carne andante numa podridão existente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma alma desnecessariamente carente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fruto de ansiedades e julgamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desprezada numa colheita de sinceridade e arrependimento??&lt;/span&gt; ????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sou fardo que dói, sou sombra que perdura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sou pedra fria no teu caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sou este SER fragil e doentio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sou a aventura duma noite quente no deserto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sou um SER meramente inquieto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sou ......Quem sou eu Afinal?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;talvez simplesmente...... NÃO SEJA!!!!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E assim caminho numa obscuridade de sentimentos, razoes, decisoes e momentos que se perdem no tempo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quem sou Eu????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eis um lado Negro da Lua......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MonyT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-6209091690287987060?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6209091690287987060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Mais uma vez aqui me encontro, perdida nos meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;vagueando sobre um ideal, sob uma tirania dum novo recomeço..&lt;br /&gt;olho-me, vejo alguem ...o que? ninguem..&lt;br /&gt;ninguem aos olhos de muitos que nao veem,&lt;br /&gt;ninguem nas sombras que procuro imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;ninguem duma forma tao discreta&lt;br /&gt;que nem tu nem eu poderemos avaliar....&lt;br /&gt;Liberto-me nas palavras, dedico-me a momentos que passam por mim...&lt;br /&gt;e nao os vejo, nao os agarro, nao os ambiciono, quando tudo está ao mesmo tempo tão claro...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que as trevas libertem o ser angustiante e contagiante que numa obscuridade infindável pude reencontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Alimento uma complexidade de constrangimentos que teimam em não terminar,&lt;br /&gt;Sustento a minha alma quando vagueio no infinito das tuas palavras....&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir imaginar o que existe por trás de todas elas,&lt;br /&gt;Dedico-me a restringir-me a actos contoláveis e palavras que teimam em sair mas se desvanecem num momento em que deveriam persistir...&lt;br /&gt;quero falar-te...calo-me..&lt;br /&gt;quero sentir-te...e congelo...&lt;br /&gt;quero escrever-te....e nada sai como desejado...&lt;br /&gt;tudo parece tão trágico e exuberante,&lt;br /&gt;tao irreal...tão tempestuoso e gratificante e rebelde...´&lt;br /&gt;são mil e um pensamentos que deixo fluir, que não consigo resistir...&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu alma que me assombras, que me tratas com desdém...&lt;br /&gt;que te afirmas perante mim, que persistes em iluminar a escuridão quando tu próprio permaneces nela constantemente...&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu...sombra inconstanete, melodia atenuante,reforço de vida e emoção..&lt;br /&gt;caracter desconhecido no meio da escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;aproximo-me facilmente, desencosto-me arduamente,&lt;br /&gt;e o desejo torna-se frequente..&lt;br /&gt;Limpido, negro, atenuante...&lt;br /&gt;brancura e transparencia assombrante...&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu???&lt;br /&gt;As trevas na escuridão? um mar incerto? um prodigio calor dum deserto sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;carencia da tempestade amarga num rosto para alguns insignificante....&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu???????????&lt;br /&gt;Que sem me aperceber trazes-me a loucura do incerto, a calamidade terretorial..&lt;br /&gt;numa amarga distancia com a frieza dum torvão...&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu???????????&lt;br /&gt;que me abandonas na escuridão, e sem mesmo saberes....agarras a minha mão...&lt;br /&gt;Frieza e hipocresia deslumbrante..&lt;br /&gt;Coração de pedra desesperante...&lt;br /&gt;magia do oculto...&lt;br /&gt;espaço sem retorno....&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu??????&lt;br /&gt;que me faz levitar, angustiar e flutuar entre as profundezas duma incognita que a vida me trouxe...&lt;br /&gt;que me faz francamente odear-me a mim propria...ate me estender nos teus braços...&lt;br /&gt;e seguir para o infinito e surreal no qual tu proprio me afundaste...&lt;br /&gt;E que tanto chego a desejar confrontar-me...&lt;br /&gt;e assim...entregar-me...&lt;br /&gt;quem és tu?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-6477292587781886264?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6477292587781886264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/quem-es-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6477292587781886264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6477292587781886264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/quem-es-tu.html' title='Quem és Tu???'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-5324341682462383029</id><published>2009-08-12T01:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:53:39.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day you´re gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pics.hi5.com/userpics/618/244/244717618.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://pics.hi5.com/userpics/618/244/244717618.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se há coisas que nunca esquecemos...é o verdadeiro amor que um dia criamos por algo ou alguém...e que num dia tremendo deixa somente de existir...fica em alma e no corção a beleza e pureza duma beldade jamais vista, de alguem que só alguns tiveram a oportunidade de ver e conviver....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se há dia em que posso dizer que verdadeiramente sofri, foi o dia em que partiste....jamais conseguirei esquecer aquele negro dia 02-05-09....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;desculpa por so hoje conseguir novamente escrever sobre algo que tanto ainda me dói...a tua ausência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os momentos que passámos juntas, as carícias, a protecção, aquele uivar de agonia e solidão, as vacinas, os dias passados dentro daquele veterinário, as constantes limpezas e mudanças de pelo, o brincar, o ensinar-te a comer, sentar, etc...foi algo unico princesa Daisy, foi algo que nunca mais esquecerei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia que ganhaste aqueles prémios, aquelas taças que todos os dias que entro no meu qarto e me deito sobre a minha cama olho e me encantam, me fazem sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estavas tão feliz nesse dia...e toda a familia nervosa, achando que jamais conseguirias a meio de 90 caes...mas eu sempre acreditei em ti, no teu olhar, na tua sensatez, na tua beleza sem igual, no contorno dos teus olhos, na melodia do teu uivar, no encanto e serenidade da tua alma, na tua linda estrela de lis....tu foste és e seras sempre unica, jamais poderao colocar outro alguem no teu lugar...és o mais belo ser que deus colocou na terra....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não foi facil tomar a decisao que tomei..chorei dias a fio...mas mais dificil seria ver-te sofrer quando jamais o mereceste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se houve ser educado na face da terra essa foste tu...se houve alguem que me arrependo dos dias que nao dei atençao, foste tu...se ha alguem que me lembro em todos os momentos e decisoes da minha vida, essa tambem és tu...Foste para um mundo melhor, onde a magoa e sofrimento nao existirão...eu...fico por aqui o tempo que me concederem...mas no dia que te reencontarar...esse sim sera o dia mais feliz da minha vida...foste um tudo no meio do nada........sinto a tua falta e nem imaginas o quanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje..desço aquelas escadas...sento-me olhando o teu espaço...e nao consigo mudar nada....nem mesmo o vazio que entra em mim nao podendo ter-te a meu lado, conversar e chorar agarrada a ti....foste a minha companhia ideal....aquela que jamais esquecerei...Sofro ainda pela tua partida....foi injusta.......e é ao pensar nesse sofrimento que amenizo todos os outros que tenho hoje em dia...porque não existe para mim sofrimento maior, do que um dia ter perdido o mais belo ser, a minha maior estrela...que hoje brilha no mais alto dos céus...e olha por mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estarei sempre aqui....e quando as forças me faltarem...és tu a minha estrela que me guiará....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com todo o respeito e sentimento...deixo-te hoje tambem partir....nao poderei ter-te guardada em mim...despeço-me por hoje....mas a marca essa....estara cmigo para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha princesa, minha bébé...meu motivo e orgulho de sorrir........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMO_TE DAISY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-5324341682462383029?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5324341682462383029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-youre-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5324341682462383029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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teimou em contar, e a qual deixei-me levar,&lt;br /&gt;numa tamanha frontalidade de sentimentos e arrependimentos,&lt;br /&gt;no negrume dum dia cinzento, na esperança dum possível acreditar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida que transformou as cinzas em ardor, numa vitória inagualável dum ressurgimento,&lt;br /&gt;por entre laços criados na expectativa dum novo amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;no qual deixaria de existir os sintomas dum medo que crescia incondicionalmente...&lt;br /&gt;surgiu a palavra.. ETERNAMENTE...&lt;br /&gt;Desvanecida pelo tempo, apagada sem dó nem piedade,&lt;br /&gt;foi-se a fé..acabou-se a felicidade ....e os momentos esses..foram levados com crueldade...&lt;br /&gt;Há COISAS que jamais poderão ser apagadas, dentro do limite e confronto emocional que vivemos..&lt;br /&gt;AS COISAS QUE UM DIA SENTIMOS....&lt;br /&gt;Serão guardadas e enterradas pelo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;por entre o oculto do meu ser vejo-me limitada, chego a sentir-me atraiçoada,&lt;br /&gt;não por ti mas pelos momentos que deixei serem criados libertinamente...&lt;br /&gt;sem receios fui-me entregando, por entre uma imensidão de luz que se avizinhava,&lt;br /&gt;e é devido à podridão dos mesmos que hoje me distancio,&lt;br /&gt;e que abdico de todo o sofrimento que um dia deixei de sentir,dando lugar ao mais belo e puro dos sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo livre AS COISAS QUE UM DIA cheguei a sentir...&lt;br /&gt;As COISAS que me fizeram imergir dum passado repleto de descontentamento..&lt;br /&gt;e por fim dizer CHEGA! a incontrolados impulsos absurdos de isolamento....&lt;br /&gt;Consegui libertar-me...entregar-me a um presente envolto de mistério e sedução,&lt;br /&gt;ao qual me entreguei sem olhar para trás, sem achar ser de novo capaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de vencer superou-me...a teimosia de sentir novamente cegou-me...&lt;br /&gt;Ao abrir os olhos vi-me envolvida numa amargura e incontrolável insensatez de sucessivos fracassos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraquejei....entreguei-me...senti....sofri...revoltei-me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por COISAS QUE UM DIA SENTI.....e que hoje vejo-as partir...&lt;br /&gt;por entre um deserto sem fim, num mar em que a areia nao consegue mais resistir...&lt;br /&gt;Nele deixarei de navegar.... e por entre a sua maresia desapareço,&lt;br /&gt;ergo-me de novo num novo amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;e sigo à margem de novos acontecimentos....que o destino me possa reservar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim me despeço.....das COISAS QUE UM DIA SENTIMOS....que o tempo leva para longe de algo que o mar jamais poderá enfrentar...pois nem a própria areia ele conseguiu preservar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonyT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado: ÀS COISAS QUE UM DIA SENTIMOS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4342969148483032506?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4342969148483032506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-coisas-que-um-sentimos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4342969148483032506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4342969148483032506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-coisas-que-um-sentimos.html' title='&quot;AS COISAS&quot; que um dia sentimos..'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-2412494731725247946</id><published>2009-06-17T20:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:01:39.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As coisas que sinto, as coisas que vejo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As coisas que pressinto, as coisas que desejo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ora simples, ora complicadas, ora difíceis de entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que de uma forma ou de outra, podemos deitar a perder ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Que entre as nuvens aparecem, e num lindo pôr do sol se desvanecem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num encanto dum momento, perdido algures no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Instantes de pura sensatez, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;movidos por dois corpos atraídos por tão belo sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;que nos aparece por vezes uma unica vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;As Coisas que sentimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria perdida num tempo que se escasseia lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Um passado que nos prende...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que nos afaga e sufoca constantemente...&lt;br /&gt;Um aglomerado de sentimentos ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uma imensidão de multiplos e confusos pensamentos..&lt;br /&gt;Os quais lançamos à escuridão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tentando escutar apenas e somente a voz do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança dum novo dia nascer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E no Céu uma nova estrela reacender&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança que a magia se propague ao sabor do vento...&lt;br /&gt;E aí.....Libertarmo-nos e amarmos novamente.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;incondicionalmente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois &lt;strong&gt;As coisas que sentimos&lt;/strong&gt;....Crescem conosco diariamente...&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;as coisas que desejamos...&lt;/strong&gt; Estão presentes no nosso pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as coisas que vemos&lt;/strong&gt;....Estão ali...mesmo à nossa frente...&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;aquelas que apenas pressentimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Essas...que nos acompanhem ate um dia chamado “&lt;strong&gt;ETERNAMENTE”!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Para alguem k jamais mereceu tais palavras mas k uma vez escritas foram sentidassss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MonyT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17-06-09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-2412494731725247946?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/2412494731725247946/comments/default' 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type='text'>Tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu...que de mansinho te aproximaste ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu..que pelas trevas suspiraste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu que num belo dia na minha vida entraste..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu...que tudo nela amaldiçoaste...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portador de alegria contagiante..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alma que pairas sobre mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rosto de magia infinita..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suave brisa que alegras as noites sem fim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calor humano..incandescente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beleza que me ofusca suavemente..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foste a minha maior assombraçao ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquela que me roubou o coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ti adormeço nas profundezas do deserto..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ti lanço-me nas chamas do inferno..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ti quebro-me num mar incerto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pelas ruas do destino me perco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gritos de dor que me atormentam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordaçoes repletas de loucura...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma voz...um sinal ..um olhar repleto de doçura..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um gesto..uma mágoa que perdura...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo-te um brilho no rosto..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma magia no olhar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no coraçao ...levo um desgosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por te deixar de amar....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor frio, traiçoeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me consome fortemente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que vivemos foi verdadeiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em tudo foi lindo e diferente..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levemos connosco o sabor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de todos os dias que consumimos com o nosso calor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Façamos um mundo melhor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transformemos um momento de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na magia duma vida cheia de côr...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;MonyT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-6137024224245813763?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6137024224245813763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6137024224245813763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6137024224245813763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu.html' title='Tu...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-3388562589574266263</id><published>2008-04-25T01:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:02:20.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SBEh6Tb3HXI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ps33PCZ3O7c/s1600-h/CIMG0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192969130868153714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SBEh6Tb3HXI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ps33PCZ3O7c/s320/CIMG0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu queria..&lt;br /&gt;poder chegar ao paraíso..&lt;br /&gt;nele estive..nele me senti..nele desejo estar a ele desejo alcançar&lt;br /&gt;faltam-me as forças..recupero-as devagar...&lt;br /&gt;fortaleço-me..&lt;br /&gt;e de novo me ergo para lutar&lt;br /&gt;é o paraíso...que desejo alcançar&lt;br /&gt;que bela sensação&lt;br /&gt;que me invade o coraçao&lt;br /&gt;liberdade..pura e significante&lt;br /&gt;que me invade no meio da multidao..&lt;br /&gt;num momento de emoçao..&lt;br /&gt;numa alegria contagiante...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo despertar..&lt;br /&gt;uma nova luta..&lt;br /&gt;uma brisa leve pelo rosto..&lt;br /&gt;uma mao estendida,...&lt;br /&gt;um rosto conhecido..&lt;br /&gt;uma alegria sentida..&lt;br /&gt;é ele...&lt;br /&gt;é o paraíso..&lt;br /&gt;nele me escondo..nele me refugio..&lt;br /&gt;para la sigo confiante..&lt;br /&gt;quem me espera???&lt;br /&gt;TU???quem sabe...la nos encontraremos..&lt;br /&gt;e juntos faremos o nosso proprio paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;vamos..confiantes..&lt;br /&gt;de maos dadas alcançaremos o nosso destino..&lt;br /&gt;juntos deitaremos abaixo as barreiras..&lt;br /&gt;enfrentaremos o mundo de mil e uma maneiras..&lt;br /&gt;juntos seremos um só..&lt;br /&gt;e levaremos connosco o sorriso..o amor...a doçura..a paz...a calma..&lt;br /&gt;o sol..as nuvens..a alegria..a perfeição... as lagrimas...&lt;br /&gt;deixaremos para tras tudo aquilo que nao tem importancia..&lt;br /&gt;mostremos que ainda ha esperança..&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu???...&lt;br /&gt;Ola..muito prazer...&lt;br /&gt;vamos????&lt;br /&gt;O paraíso espera-nos.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonyT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-3388562589574266263?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/3388562589574266263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/04/paraso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/3388562589574266263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/3388562589574266263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/04/paraso.html' title='Paraíso'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SBEh6Tb3HXI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ps33PCZ3O7c/s72-c/CIMG0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-6760241145395673914</id><published>2008-02-28T22:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:00:39.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Para vocês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/R8czQqpEM8I/AAAAAAAAABE/YAsQxraQ9k8/s1600-h/cpia2dedsc05457ku5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/R8czQqpEM8I/AAAAAAAAABE/YAsQxraQ9k8/s320/cpia2dedsc05457ku5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172159058475758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem...Chegou a minha vez..&lt;br /&gt;Quis deixar passar este dia e assim escrever algumas palavras e porque??&lt;br /&gt;Porque o nosso Marco Mascarenhas foi hoje embora e so agora consigo cair na real de que o nosso sonho chegou mesmo ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ja ter escrito algumas coisas para todos vós e também individualmente..queria deixar aqui um desabafo...&lt;br /&gt;O Meu blog diz tudo..espaço de poesia e teatro...e ate hoje nao me tinha sentido inspirada para falar sobre o teatro a nao ser em poemas como ja o fiz..&lt;br /&gt;Ate a uns dias atras..um grande amigo meu..um que de vez em qdo lhe da para andar de "cabeça de burro" lol..me disse:Entao menina..visitei o seu blog e nada??nunca mais escreveste??"..pois...nao me sentia inspirada...mas hoje sinto e preciso mesmo desabafar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que admitir que para mim está a ser demasiado dificil soltar-me deste sonho..apesar de ja ter feito algumas peças, sempre pela contigo teatro..desta vez..digamos que foi diferente..o porque nao interessa...o que interessa realmente é que pela primeira vez chorei..chorei muito mesmo..mas depois de tudo acabar..por felicidade..pela alegria que senti em estar em palco com todos voces...e pela tristeza que todos ja conhecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As amizades que ja tinha..fortificaram-se duma forma tao intensa, que so de pensar passar um dia sem vós...cai-me sempre uma lagrima..é inevitavel...outras amizades que fiz graças a deus..são tao importantes para mim, que pensar em nunca mais ver-vos parte-se-me o coraçao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu tesouro...sandrinho&lt;/strong&gt;..alguem que com o tempo fui fortificando os laços..alguem com quem sempre desejei contracenar..chegou a nossa hora...e foi das melhores experiencias que tive...o seu bom humor constante, a alegria espalhada...é sem duvida uma grande pessoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Jose&lt;/strong&gt;..eu sei que percebe o meu sentimento..e a si..tenho que agradecer muito..e apesar das suas distracçoes, das percas constantes da mala e telemovel..e ate do.... enfim nem vou dizer lolol..sei que esta sempre atenta e observa tudo e todos...ao olhar para si, era notória a alegria e satisfação e nessas alturas sentia o mesmo..que as coisas estavam finalmente a andar sobre rodas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saozinha&lt;/strong&gt;...eu sei..eu sou a preferida revela la ehehe...tu és tudo..qual caracterizadora..qual figurinista...tu és tudo no meio de todos...seja la em que camarim estiveres..em cima..em baixo..subam escadas ou desçam..querem la saber..é la que existe a força...a simplicidade...a alegria...tudo o que precisamos para descontraidamente subirmos a palco..claro que quem sofre sempre nisto tudo és tu eheh..que nao páras de dizer:saiam daqui por favor..ja nao consigo..amanha ja nao admito..hoje ta bem..amanha nao da..ehehehe..nada disso...todos os dias se repetiam os mesmos ruidos..as mesmas risadas...o telemovel da zé a tocar...é o vicio..quando toca o teu ate pensas q é o dela lol...as piadas (que sao tantas quando se juntam alguns membros bem conhecidos da companhia ehehe)...enfim...penso que ja nem consegues trabalhar sem esta confusao toda...afasta daqui chateia acolá grita dali...mas diz la..tu gostas mesmo disto ne????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marco Mascarenhas&lt;/strong&gt;..grande homem..grande encenador...houveram momentos e momentos..e todos eles..com significado...tudo foi mais intenso e verdadeiro...nao esquecerei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu querido &lt;strong&gt;Luis Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;..como poderei esquecer que o seu primeiro papel na companhia foi igualmente num regresso meu apos algum tempo..meu marido infiel...ai ai..hoje, tenho-te uma enorme estima acredita, e lembraste-te das minhas nodoas negras ehehehe..pois..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...poderia estar aqui e falar de todos mas prefiro faze-lo depois no hi5 ehehehe aqui nao da pa isso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é mesmo essa..o cenario foi desmontado..é a parte q dói mais..tirando o fechar da cortina pela ultima vez..as lagrimas foram derramadas...jamais ouvirei a &lt;strong&gt;bela tisbe&lt;/strong&gt; e os seus lamentos..nao verei o muro e a sua fresta, as famosas danças, nao ouvirei mais &lt;strong&gt;o meu amado&lt;/strong&gt; chamar-me de erva rastei-ra meia leca e ate de coisita!!!!!!...jamais andarei elouquecida em cima de palco após despertar dum terrivel pesadelo...e quanto à &lt;strong&gt;traiçoeira e parasita&lt;/strong&gt;..acabei mesmo por nao lhe conseguir ir à cara!!!..as mãos fechadas em punho do &lt;strong&gt;Demetrio&lt;/strong&gt;...nao..ele tambem nao chegou a dar cabo dela ehehehe...as gargalhadas do publico quando entravam em cena os &lt;strong&gt;famosos artesãos&lt;/strong&gt;...os aisssssss do &lt;strong&gt;nosso píramo&lt;/strong&gt;..e ele de cabecinha de burro que fica tao lindo....o riso do nosso &lt;strong&gt;traquinas&lt;/strong&gt;... a "tumba da lua.." da nossa &lt;strong&gt;louraça Titania&lt;/strong&gt;...a miga miga da minha querida &lt;strong&gt;Helena&lt;/strong&gt;...a espera dum ruido tipo "pummmmmmmm" quando a nossa &lt;strong&gt;"pedregulho"&lt;/strong&gt; descia de escorrega... as belas vozes de todos os que cantaval..aquele olhar lindo de todos os que estavam sentados nas cadeiras quando saíamos de cena..sempre com uma palavra de animo e conforto..as danças lindissimas das nossas fadas...a coragem do nosso &lt;strong&gt;segundo elenco de fadas&lt;/strong&gt; em ter subido a palco com tao poucos ensaios e somente terem brilhado...&lt;strong&gt;Laurinha..Ines..Bibas e Carlota...os meus sinceros PARABENS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nao..nunca mais terei nodoas negras(pelo menos neste peça ehehe)..nao serei mais atirada ao chao pelo meu proprio pai ou pelo meu amado...que cruz lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..é verdade que nao terei mais nada disto...mas em compensaçao...&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei muito mais do que qualquer um podera imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;porque para mim..voces sao tudo e nao serao apenas recordaçao..estao comigo..sao reais..pela net..plo telemovel..e ate nos jantares que organizarei todos os meses..ou pk nao todas as semanas..???ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Este cordao jamais cortarei..e é por isso que hoje..depois de tantas lagrimas ter deitado...ja consigo finalmente sorrir...porque o que ganhei com este sonho..faz com que consiga somente...deixa-lo partir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos a todos...voces sao a minha força!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-6760241145395673914?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6760241145395673914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/02/bem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6760241145395673914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6760241145395673914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/02/bem.html' title='Para vocês...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/R8czQqpEM8I/AAAAAAAAABE/YAsQxraQ9k8/s72-c/cpia2dedsc05457ku5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-7824020816561694849</id><published>2008-02-19T14:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:16:58.177Z</updated><title type='text'>o tempo nao volta atras</title><content type='html'>o tempo nao volta atras...&lt;br /&gt;o amor desaparece..&lt;br /&gt;a amizade adormece...&lt;br /&gt;deixamos de sonhar..&lt;br /&gt;guardamos as armas..&lt;br /&gt;e paramos no tempo..&lt;br /&gt;nao ha mais nada para lutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia olhares para tras..&lt;br /&gt;Algo bonito ficou por descobrir...&lt;br /&gt;A alegria dum momento..&lt;br /&gt;a magia das palavras..&lt;br /&gt;o beijo esquecido..&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que causaram tanta magoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silencio foi ouvido...&lt;br /&gt;a tua voz cada vez se tornou mais distante..&lt;br /&gt;A tua face deixou de brilhar como antes..&lt;br /&gt;Foste alguem que conheci...&lt;br /&gt;que ja nao existe..&lt;br /&gt;que nunca me pertenceu..&lt;br /&gt;pela qual um dia me apaixonei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje fecho os olhos..&lt;br /&gt;tudo desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;um dia teria de acontecer..&lt;br /&gt;e agora é tarde demais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os meus olhos ja nao brilham com os teus..&lt;br /&gt;o meu sorriso ja nao é o mesmo por ti..&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento em mim desapareceu..&lt;br /&gt;porque tu deixaste de estar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;ja nao existes dentro de mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitaste-me...desprezaste-me..ignoraste tudo o que sentias...&lt;br /&gt;porque eu sei que sentias...&lt;br /&gt;mas a vida é feita de escolhas...&lt;br /&gt;tu tomaste a tua..&lt;br /&gt;e é chegado tambem o meu dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-7824020816561694849?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7824020816561694849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-tempo-nao-volta-atras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/7824020816561694849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/7824020816561694849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-tempo-nao-volta-atras.html' title='o tempo nao volta atras'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-149412534064500842</id><published>2008-01-03T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:19:35.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho perdido..</title><content type='html'>Tudo nao passou de um sonho..&lt;br /&gt;no qual a minha mente vagueou..&lt;br /&gt;no qual algumas imagens me pareciam distorcidas..&lt;br /&gt;anseaste por encontrar-me..&lt;br /&gt;qdo eu me encontrava ali bem perto de ti..&lt;br /&gt;desejaste tocarme..&lt;br /&gt;e de longe senti o calor das tuas maos...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo...um desejo imenso de te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;ficou apenas um toque suave nos teus labios...&lt;br /&gt;Uma lembrança..algures esquecida por entre mil e uma magoas...&lt;br /&gt;uma saudade de te ter... de te possuir..&lt;br /&gt;um forte calor que me invade e habita em mim..&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isso desapareceu..tudo começou a ser apenas um sonho em mim..&lt;br /&gt;uma recordaçao??uma lembrança??nahhhh&lt;br /&gt;passou a ser apenas um vazio...&lt;br /&gt;um despertar para a realidade..&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz distante..um sorriso inconstante..&lt;br /&gt;palavras que nao foram ouvidas..magoas jamais esquecidas..&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo perdido na leve brisa que paira em nós..em mim....em ti...~&lt;br /&gt;chama que nos consome..à qual nao conseguimos fugir..&lt;br /&gt;Tu hesitas..Eu teimo em resistir..&lt;br /&gt;à intensidade dos nossos corpos quando se unem..&lt;br /&gt;Ao calor dos nossos beijos..à frieza das nossas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Ao toque..aquele toque...mais uma vez afastamo-nos..&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso..uma lagrima..palavras por dizer.&lt;br /&gt;.momentos para esquecer..um beijo perdido..um sonho algures esquecido....&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te adeus pk te quero...~&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te que me esqueças ..para que seja recordada..&lt;br /&gt;Deixo que os sentimentos naveguem num mar turbulento..&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que um dia..Nos encontraremos novamente..&lt;br /&gt;E aquele brilho, o nosso brilho..estara la..pois nao é possivel desaparecer...é&lt;br /&gt; impossivel apagar...É um brilho eterno..um sentimento que faz calar as palavras..~&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do adeus..o mundo empobrece..o ceu escurece sem as suas estrelas..&lt;br /&gt;o mar derruba mil e uma barreiras..porque nada me impede de ficar longe de ti..&lt;br /&gt;nada me fará esquecer que um dia te conheci...nada me fara desistir de ti....&lt;br /&gt;e é por isso que se calam as palavras..morre o sentimento..&lt;br /&gt;queimo todas as imagens..retiro-te do meu pensamento..&lt;br /&gt;liberto-te..deixo-te nas maos do mais belo e puro sentimento..&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te amar..um amor que so um dia veras..&lt;br /&gt;quando olhares para tras..e sentires que o deixaste fugir..&lt;br /&gt;quando o tinhas tao perto..uma felicidade plena..um eterno sorriso..&lt;br /&gt;Terias ganho o tempo..os relogios parariam..a musica essa...so tu a ouvirias...&lt;br /&gt;o som dos constantes pensamentos..&lt;br /&gt;quando um dia regressares a mim..ja nao estarei por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;mas deixo-te as asas..deixo-te o tempo..deixo-te tudo o que precisares..&lt;br /&gt;para que te eleves aos ceus..agarres o luar..preenchas o mar..e sorrias de felicidade..&lt;br /&gt;pois apesar de ser tarde demais..&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente saberas o que é amar....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-149412534064500842?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/149412534064500842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-sonho-perdido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/149412534064500842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/149412534064500842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-sonho-perdido.html' title='Um sonho perdido..'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-4239543870046247496</id><published>2008-01-03T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:15:48.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Aqui estou..à tua espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando algo na vida nos acontecesse..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Existe sempre uma razao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sigo sempre a minha vida confiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ouço sempre a voz do coraçao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ao longe te vejo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deslumbro o teu belo sorriso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tento controlar o meu desejo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quando tudo para mim é tao bonito....T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;omara eu poder mudar o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fazer-te sorrir em todos os momentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;abraçar-te em todos os segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fazer florescer novos e belos sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui fico eternamente a tua espera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Olhas-me...é o delirio..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tocasme...sinto um calafrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Falasme...de novo me arrepio......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e continuo a tua espera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que me abraces..que me beijes..que me ames...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e nisto...descubro que nao existes...que es apenas uma miragem..q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ue meu mundo é restricto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e que nele nao existem milagres..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Es tu quem procuro..minha sombra incondicional..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;onde estas tu????por vezes ao meu lado..outras mais distante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas es tu quem eu desejo..és tu que me abres o corçao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;és tu que me fazes sorrir..e contigo desejo a toda a hora fugir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui estou eu...a tua procura..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;porque ja nem sei bem se te reconheço..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas estar contigo é algo que mereço!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a class="secondary-action-link" href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayEditJournal.do?ownerId=6985474&amp;amp;journalId=26776900" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;Editar&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a class="secondary-action-link" href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/deleteJournal.do?ownerId=6985474&amp;amp;journalId=26776900" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;Eliminar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4239543870046247496?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4239543870046247496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/aqui-estou-tua-espera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4239543870046247496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4239543870046247496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/aqui-estou-tua-espera.html' title='Aqui estou..à tua espera...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8838905382397367176</id><published>2008-01-03T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:13:20.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Um ceu..um mar de sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho para o ceu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deslumbro-me com a sua imensidao..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pergunto-me como seria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ouvissemos o nosso coraçao...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num mar tempestuoso de sentimentos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;envolto na mais pura das sensaçoes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meio de tantos desentendimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é negada a mais rica das emoçoes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lanço as minhas maos aos ceus..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num ultimo grito de desespero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mergulho no mais belo dos veus..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e acobardo-me entre todos os meus medos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo-te ir~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico calada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo-te chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da mais doce caminhada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sem conseguir reagir deito-me e adormeço..recordo..sonho..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E num despertar dum novo dia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo em mim vai morrendo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e é assim que recupero..é assim que vou vivendo..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meio de sacrificios e maldades..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meio de palavras duras sem razao..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meio de beijos e abraços..que fica??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; que podera ficar???Um amor..uma paixao..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que atiro docemente ao mar..deixo que o leve..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e novamente olho para o ceu..despedindo-me de ti..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despendindo-me do mais belo e puro sentimento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;razao de viver..razao de sentir...abro os braços e deixote seguir..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8838905382397367176?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8838905382397367176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-ceuum-mar-de-sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8838905382397367176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8838905382397367176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-ceuum-mar-de-sentimentos.html' title='Um ceu..um mar de sentimentos...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-4476579234244188564</id><published>2008-01-03T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:10:41.647Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;que estranho sentimento é este..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;que se aproxima e nos devora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;quando menos estamos a espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;O Amor vem em silencio, sem sequer pedir para entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Vagueia por entre o nosso corpo e pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;e quando damos por nós..ja estamos a amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Ai como consomes a alma das pessoas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Como vais e vens sem parar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;A toda a hora alguem magoas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;E de novo alguem esta a amar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Como poderemos nos livrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Deste sentimento tao belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;que ao mesmo tempo é tao cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;que nos incendeia o coraçao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;nos aquece a emoçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;faz-nos criar ilusoes..partir coraçoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;como poderei desejar e sentir algo tao belo e monstruoso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;algo bonito e assustador..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;algo quente e frio ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;algo que sem o qual nao conseguimos viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;amar é sofrer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;amor é sofrimento..mas tambem é paixao..loucura, fantasia, emoçao....~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Enfim..um mar de sentimentos que quero sempre sentir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;que quero levar comigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Enfim...descansar..amar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Nao é para isso que ca estamos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Felizes os que amam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;os que sofrem..os que choram..os que sentem..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Porque possuem essa riqueza que é o amor..nao o desperdicem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4476579234244188564?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-6252023564159478961</id><published>2008-01-03T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:07:31.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Esqueci...</title><content type='html'>Esquecer..&lt;br /&gt;como sera possivel esquecermos algo que de tao bom vivemos..&lt;br /&gt;e que num instante perdemos..&lt;br /&gt;Na lembrança ficam os teus beijos..&lt;br /&gt;a memoria dum lindo sorriso..&lt;br /&gt;as palavras bonitas que trocamos..&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho que juntos sonhamos..&lt;br /&gt;A alegria de nos vermos..&lt;br /&gt;as trocas de carinho que tivemos..&lt;br /&gt;A paixao intensa que vivemos...&lt;br /&gt;Para esquecer..&lt;br /&gt;Ficam as atitudes de desprezo..&lt;br /&gt;Os gestos bruscos&lt;br /&gt;As palavras duras&lt;br /&gt;Os actos mais crueis..&lt;br /&gt;as lagrimas de raiva&lt;br /&gt;etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer...lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;diante dum sonho tornado impossivel..&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o ceu a desabar..na tempestade continua dos teus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;Na turbulencia dos teus sentimentos..no vazio das tuas palavras..~&lt;br /&gt;Num desabrochar de ressentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me fria..como tu..&lt;br /&gt;Liberta dos mais sinceros sentimentos que um dia senti por ti..&lt;br /&gt;Ausente dos teus pensamentos..criei uma defesa que me afastou de ti..&lt;br /&gt;Contigo sorri..brinquei..amei..senti...&lt;br /&gt;deixei-me levar sem medos e sem receios..&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi contigo que tambem sofri..chorei..odiei..esqueci..&lt;br /&gt;Duma forma como jamais esquecerei...&lt;br /&gt;Foste tudo...toranaste-te num vazio&lt;br /&gt;Queimaste-me por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste de conta que eu nao existia..&lt;br /&gt;Os teus receios tomaram conta de ti..&lt;br /&gt;o teu orgulho sobressaiu..&lt;br /&gt;Conheci uma pessoa que nao conhecia...&lt;br /&gt;E essa foi a minha carta de despedida...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci..lembrei..&lt;br /&gt;E no fim..vi que nao poderei lembrar-me de algo que nunca esqueci..&lt;br /&gt;Mas que csg esquecer algo que um dia perdi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-6252023564159478961?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6252023564159478961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/esqueci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6252023564159478961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/6252023564159478961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sonhos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu pudesse saber..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquilo que hoje sei..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez jamais quisesse conhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguem que hoje equecerei..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao é facil viver nesta agonia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver-te seguir a tua vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hoje sei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta na hora duma nova partida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foste tu quem quis essa despedida..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a luta que enfrentei..as lagrimas que deixei cair..o sofrimento que passei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as noites sem dormir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As atitudes de desprezo..As palavras com rancor..Os gestos de frieza~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me causaram tanta dor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiveste o teu tempo..e eu tive o meu..Ambos nos perdemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num sonho chamado Tu e eu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E so espero que nao nos arrependamos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daquilo que um dia sonhamos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que dum momento pro outro estragamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo nos momentos que nos amamos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo agora faz parte dum sonho..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que um dia se apoderou de nós..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As lagrimas desaparecem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor amenizasse..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo desaparece lentamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois a luta termina aqui..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego-te as armas...Despeço-me de ti...E desejo-te as maiores felicidades do mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adeus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-5480403400664130401?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8076565656461901777</id><published>2008-01-03T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:58:12.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Amargo..Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu pudesse evitar--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta palavra Adeus--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tudo faria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos ceus gritaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nele me envolveria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem promessas, nem juras, nem as proprias palavras..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficaria apenas a lembrança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do brilho dos teus olhos numa despedida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das lagrimas que poderas ou nao deitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duma historia que acabou..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das palavras que nao foram ditas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos gestos que nao foram dados..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos momentos que poderiam ter sido bem passados..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta hora nada mais consigo dizer..~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As minhas palavras sufocam-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As minhas lagrimas devoram-me~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a saudade ja aperta em mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas de tudo fiz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E disso nao me arrependo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora sim..O Adeus..Enfim..o adeus...que um dia te custara a ti e a mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O eterno doce e amargo adeus...Para TI... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8076565656461901777?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8076565656461901777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/amargoadeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8076565656461901777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8076565656461901777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2008/01/amargoadeus.html' title='Amargo..Adeus'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-4965399302448632127</id><published>2007-05-22T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:05:52.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus??</title><content type='html'>Sera algo que me custará sempre dizer-te...ADeus...&lt;br /&gt;Um amor..&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;ideais...&lt;br /&gt;uma vida repleta de bem e de mal...&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que sempre desejámos..&lt;br /&gt;Eu destruí..&lt;br /&gt;tu destruíste...&lt;br /&gt;e aqui ficamos nós..&lt;br /&gt;longe um do outro..&lt;br /&gt;à espera que tudo morra em nós..&lt;br /&gt;à espera que um dia tudo isto passe apenas por uma recordaçao bonita&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que vivemos..tudo o que sonhámos..e tudo o que nao alcançámos...&lt;br /&gt;Como custa tanto..libertar-me deste amor..&lt;br /&gt;que um dia se tornou tao bonito..&lt;br /&gt;e que agora...acabou..&lt;br /&gt;Nao tou a conseguir levar isto avante..&lt;br /&gt;nao consigo acreditar em tudo isto..&lt;br /&gt;e acho q nao sera tao cedo q poderei esquecerte...&lt;br /&gt;mas sera diariamente que te recordarei..&lt;br /&gt;em todos os momentos..todas as discussoes..todas as trocas de carinho...&lt;br /&gt;em todas as coisas que nos fizeram felizes e infelizes..&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi nesses temos que sorri e chorei&lt;br /&gt;que me diverti e irritei..&lt;br /&gt;mas apesar de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;foram sem duvidas os melhores tempos da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;que nao vou esquecr nunca..&lt;br /&gt;venha o que vier..&lt;br /&gt;aconteça o que acontecer..&lt;br /&gt;entraste no meu coraçao...&lt;br /&gt;meu K destinado..&lt;br /&gt;minha salvaçao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4965399302448632127?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4965399302448632127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/05/adeus.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4965399302448632127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4965399302448632127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/05/adeus.html' title='Adeus??'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-1172299722278461509</id><published>2007-05-16T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:18:41.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor que me afoga e me consome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor  que penetra em mim sem parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor que me faz o coraçao sangrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta vida de tormentos e fracassos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste mundo igoista em que vivemos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintome a sufocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto que jamais conseguirei voltar a amar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So me apetece fechar os olhos e chorar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derramar toda a água que tenho em mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar secar tudo aquilo que me evade..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deixar-me dormir..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sonhar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com os sonhos que perdi....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a amargura que senti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num dia que jamais esquecerei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu tambem sei que errei..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois disto seguiremos nossas vidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez como nunca haviamos planeado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas com a certeza de que um dia nos amamos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esse amor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destruido pelo rancor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movido pelo orgulho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;causou-nos uma maior dor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando um dia nos separámos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica a lembrança..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de algo perfeito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se esvaiu na historia do tempo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de algo inacabado..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destruído por duas pessoas que muito se amaram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never forget You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-1172299722278461509?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1172299722278461509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/05/dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1172299722278461509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1172299722278461509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/05/dor.html' title='Dor...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-5297325762873384209</id><published>2007-05-03T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:00:39.619Z</updated><title type='text'>Ó Destino!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/RjkgKvymT_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/b-Ld4x5yKps/s1600-h/CIMG9131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060111025326936050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/RjkgKvymT_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/b-Ld4x5yKps/s200/CIMG9131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algures neste ceu imenso..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesta imensidao escura e assombrosa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesta vida repleta do melhor e do pior..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste mar turbulento de sensaçoes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta rotina densa e esgotante..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontro-me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontro-me a sós com o meu destino,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta longa estrada da vida..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez me encontro..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontro-me e olho o meu rosto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ora cansado, ora triste, ora feliz, ora brilhante..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que historias poderei eu contar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tudo a minha volta parece acabar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aí..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de novo me encontro..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sorrio para o meu destino..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peço que me mostre o caminho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De novo me encontro..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num caminho em que a podridao existe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num caminho em que as desgraças permanecem..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nm caminho onde predomina o egoismo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num caminho sem uma unica porta aberta..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De novo grito ao meu destino,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me acode a todo o instante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E leva-me para longe dali..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para uma nova caminhada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde so a beleza existe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde no chao pisam-se as rosas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde tudo corre as mil maravilhas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde nada nem ninguem se comove..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde as lagrimas sao proibidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde somente se ve alegria!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naoooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nao é aqui que quero ficar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva-me ó meu destino para o meu lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ver crianças chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas gritar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ceu escurecer..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animais a crescer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ver a Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal qual como ela é..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com tristezas e alegrias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é no real que desejo viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero poder gritar quando precisar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorar sempre que quiser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrir quando menos esperar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E amar sem medo de morrer!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ai sim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrar-me...!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-5297325762873384209?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5297325762873384209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/05/destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5297325762873384209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5297325762873384209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/05/destino.html' title='Ó Destino!!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/RjkgKvymT_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/b-Ld4x5yKps/s72-c/CIMG9131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8339862489328789522</id><published>2007-04-22T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:00:39.775Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Riqh2aOeLpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jKafjubY6yQ/s1600-h/CIMG9079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056031487801831058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Riqh2aOeLpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jKafjubY6yQ/s200/CIMG9079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é feita de momentos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos doces e amargos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos bons e maus..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos eles unicos no seu tempo e espaço..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos que vao e nao regressam jamais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No momento que te encontrei..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parou o relogio do tempo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As portas abertas fecharam-se..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vozes por instantes calaram-se...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto em nós o momento crescía...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo de mágico acontecia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;momento eterno,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardado dentro de nós,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao devemos deita-lo a perder..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sim lembra-lo quando estivermos sós..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi o dia em que te vi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que algo cresceu em mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquelas musicas na hora certa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tuas palavras me deixaram inquieta..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu olhar leve ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tua voz suave...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo fez crescer esse momento..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que num lindo dia se apoderou de mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse momento que cresce dia apos dia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez que te vejo a sorrir para mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu anjo dos céus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vieste ate mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fizeste agarrar-me a um momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nem o tempo levara para longe daqui!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8339862489328789522?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8339862489328789522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/04/momentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8339862489328789522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8339862489328789522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/04/momentos.html' title='Momentos...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Riqh2aOeLpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jKafjubY6yQ/s72-c/CIMG9079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-1647528446900300301</id><published>2007-04-21T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:00:39.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Rin4sqOeLoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vmplFlbW7Lg/s1600-h/AÃ§ores+2004+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055845502833012354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Rin4sqOeLoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vmplFlbW7Lg/s200/A%C3%A7ores+2004+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras quentes, palavras frias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que vao e voltam sem parar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras que ditas sem meias medidas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poderao algum transtorno causar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras ditas sem pensar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardadas ao longo do tempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras que tentamos guardar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que nao atormentem o nosso pensamento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras sem nexo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras sem razao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se apoderam do nosso ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que atrofíam o nosso coraçao...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras rebeldes, soltas em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras célebres que um dia ouvi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armazeno-as e levo-as comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num suspiro transporto-as para junto de ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nesse momento recordo que as tive bem perto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que nao quis abrir mao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de algo que possuimos de tao secreto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que um certo dia..ja ca nao estao..!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-1647528446900300301?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1647528446900300301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/04/palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1647528446900300301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1647528446900300301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/04/palavras.html' title='Palavras!!!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Rin4sqOeLoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vmplFlbW7Lg/s72-c/A%C3%A7ores+2004+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-1900637205472319418</id><published>2007-03-26T02:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:00:40.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensei que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Rghg5f2JciI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7PF9E2yYycc/s1600-h/port.moniz+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389923386061346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Rghg5f2JciI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7PF9E2yYycc/s320/port.moniz+(40).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensei que poderia escrever algo...&lt;br /&gt;pois algo ate me apetecia escrever...&lt;br /&gt;mas dei cmg a pensar no que poderia ser?&lt;br /&gt;que poderei eu dizer..&lt;br /&gt;quando tanto queria e muito nao posso..&lt;br /&gt;quando me apetece e nao devo...&lt;br /&gt;quando penso e nao escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;Ha tanta coisa presa em mim,&lt;br /&gt;tanta coisa inevitavel,&lt;br /&gt;tantos pensamentos confusos,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto sentimento inaceitavel...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse diria tudo duma so vez..&lt;br /&gt;Gritaria tudo numa so palavra...&lt;br /&gt;Choraria todas as lagrimas contidas&lt;br /&gt;E libertaria duma vez a minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez nao posso...mais uma vez nao devo..&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez me calo..mais uma vez apenas escrevo..&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras que ja escrevi..&lt;br /&gt;e tanto que ficou por dizer..&lt;br /&gt;quando mto daquilo que senti,&lt;br /&gt;desmoronou-se sem eu sequer me aperceber...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei..e escrevi o que senti...mas agora fico a ver o que perdi...&lt;br /&gt;palavras e mais palavras..actos e mais actos..carinho e mais carinho ...amor e mais amor..amizade e mais amizade..sinceridade e mais sinceridade..confiança e mais confiança..respeito e mais respeito..consideraçao e mais consideraçao...&lt;br /&gt;no fim...tudo isto para que?&lt;br /&gt;se todas as vozes no fim se calam..se todos os gestos evaporam..se todo o sentimento desaparece..se todas as palavras se apagam...se todas as cartas se rasgam...se toda a chama arrefece...se todo o carinho se esquece...se todos os momentos desvanecem...quando ate o sorriso adormece,??&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que páro e penso...que as palavras foram feitas para se dizerem...para se escreverem...mas acima de tudo para serem verdadeiras...&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto, um sorriso, uma palavra, um olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Em todos eles se encontra uma verdade..&lt;br /&gt;mas a minha verdade ..está mesmo naquilo que escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;e por isso nao me apetece continuar a escrever..&lt;br /&gt;apenas para nada mais ter de dizer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-1900637205472319418?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1900637205472319418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/pensei-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1900637205472319418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1900637205472319418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/pensei-que.html' title='Pensei que...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/Rghg5f2JciI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7PF9E2yYycc/s72-c/port.moniz+(40).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-5827651599032413639</id><published>2007-03-19T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:47:46.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Despertei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias de longa solidao&lt;br /&gt;horas de profunda agonia...&lt;br /&gt;Em que o bater do meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;so no silencio se ouvia...&lt;br /&gt;Num despertar dum novo dia tudo desapareceu,&lt;br /&gt;como uma nuvem que pelo céu se perdeu..&lt;br /&gt;e eu deitada chorava...e eu por nada me irritava,&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo à minha volta me afligia,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto de novo a noite caía...&lt;br /&gt;Noites e dias de terror,&lt;br /&gt;Estiveram presentes na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;horas e horas de amor&lt;br /&gt;que eu ja dava como perdidas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas um novo dia chegou&lt;br /&gt;e algo em mim se afirmou&lt;br /&gt;No despertar dos meus sentidos acordei&lt;br /&gt;e percebi o quanto estava errada&lt;br /&gt;E por isso ergui-me e lutei&lt;br /&gt;Pois da minha vida se tratava!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-5827651599032413639?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5827651599032413639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/despertei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5827651599032413639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5827651599032413639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/despertei.html' title='Despertei...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-8704147602942775669</id><published>2007-03-07T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:19:41.583Z</updated><title type='text'>No céu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algures sentada numa imensidao de cadeiras,&lt;br /&gt;escrevo algumas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;para recordar talvez..quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Aqui me encontro&lt;br /&gt;olhando este palco maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;no qual passarei por mais um teste,&lt;br /&gt;e que teste...&lt;br /&gt;Ao subir aquele palco,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecerei o mundo la fora&lt;br /&gt;encarnando uma unica personagem&lt;br /&gt;do principio ao fim&lt;br /&gt;explorando ao maximo os seus prazeres,&lt;br /&gt;os seus limites, as suas loucuras, as suas tentações&lt;br /&gt;e ate limitaçoes...&lt;br /&gt;Farei com que jamais a esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei em mim alguma marca..&lt;br /&gt;como de todas as outras vezes em que me dei a este palco..&lt;br /&gt;e ao céu subi mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;ganhei asas...e voei...&lt;br /&gt;sera algo que para sempre recordarei!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-8704147602942775669?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8704147602942775669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/algures-sentada-numa-imensidao-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8704147602942775669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/8704147602942775669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/algures-sentada-numa-imensidao-de.html' title='No céu...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-4440615702208291851</id><published>2007-02-09T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:00:40.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/RdSwLhgimgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YhphZhSfiLo/s1600-h/17062006(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031840395699591682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/RdSwLhgimgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YhphZhSfiLo/s400/17062006(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bela como uma flor..&lt;br /&gt;Linda como um por do sol...&lt;br /&gt;Meiga como uma criança...&lt;br /&gt;Fantastica como o anoitecer...&lt;br /&gt;Esbelta como as borboletas...&lt;br /&gt;É sem duvidas o meu tesouro....&lt;br /&gt;Criei-a com todo o amor e carinho..&lt;br /&gt;Tive todos os cuidados que poderia ter..&lt;br /&gt;Eduquei-a..alimentei-a...vacinei-a...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-a com toda a força do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;E agora...&lt;br /&gt;Ela nao tem culpa de nada..nunca fez mal a ninguem...&lt;br /&gt;sempre demonstrou educaçao alegria e vontade de viver...&lt;br /&gt;É uma Deusa ate a passear...&lt;br /&gt;mostrando todo o seu caracter..todo a sua beleza...&lt;br /&gt;É a minha menina linda..&lt;br /&gt;que em todos estes 6 anos da sua vida..&lt;br /&gt;apenas alegrias me deu...&lt;br /&gt;momentos de ternura proporcionou..&lt;br /&gt;e muito me ensinou...&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a coisinha mais adoravel que conheço..e tenho a certeza que vais vencer..&lt;br /&gt;que vais passar por cima disto seja la o que foi que te aconteceu..&lt;br /&gt;tu vais superar..tu vais ultrapassar...&lt;br /&gt;nós iremos estar la a ver...a apoiar-te a mimar-te bem do teu lado..&lt;br /&gt;nao é mais um concurso que ganhas...é mais do que isso...´Ganhas de novo a alegria que sempre tiveste de viver..&lt;br /&gt;para puderes com os teus donos novamente correr...&lt;br /&gt;conheceres um dia a tua nova casa..&lt;br /&gt;e la permaneceres onde TU pertences...&lt;br /&gt;do nosso lado..&lt;br /&gt;Minha linda companhia...&lt;br /&gt;tu venceras...&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em ti...como sempre acreditei...e força tu tens a de um husky lindo e saudavel como tu és!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te linda...&lt;br /&gt;Estamos a tua espera!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-4440615702208291851?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4440615702208291851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/daisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4440615702208291851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/4440615702208291851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/daisy.html' title='Daisy'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/RdSwLhgimgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YhphZhSfiLo/s72-c/17062006(009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-7385845773577958346</id><published>2007-02-05T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:16:23.095Z</updated><title type='text'>No palco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tarde...&lt;br /&gt;O céu começa a escurecer rapidamente...&lt;br /&gt;Passam as horas como uma flecha...&lt;br /&gt;e o sentimento em mim de novo desperta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está na hora??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a parte do dia em que a chama se acende...&lt;br /&gt;o corpo estremece e a vontade cresce ...&lt;br /&gt;desperto para outro mundo!!&lt;br /&gt;Sonho e liberto-me...&lt;br /&gt;Ha de certo algo em mim que me elouquece!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está na hora??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda ha tempo para uma pequena reflexão..&lt;br /&gt;É altura de fechar os olhos e controlar a respiração..&lt;br /&gt;e ouvir baixinho o meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Tum tum....tum tum...tum tum....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta na hora??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vazio que no dia a dia por vezes se instala em mim desaparece...&lt;br /&gt;e um novo ser ergue-se bem la no alto...&lt;br /&gt;e tenta afugentar toda a podridao a sua volta...&lt;br /&gt;E la bem no fundo...Ele aparece!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta na hora???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim...chegou o momento tao esperado...&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o resto desaparece..morre...desvanece!!!&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PALCO &lt;/span&gt;nesse momento é so meu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Subo-o..olho-o...e la permaneço...&lt;br /&gt;num outro &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Palco&lt;/span&gt; tao diferente do da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;numa peça tao diferente da minha..&lt;br /&gt;é la que sonho...é la que posso ser mais que somente...eu...&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser mais do que aquilo que alguma vez imaginei que poderia ser..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e deixar para tras todas as minhas roupas..todos os meus objectos...todos os meus sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;e transformar-me..libertar-me...&lt;br /&gt;recriando mais uma personagem...&lt;br /&gt;que ficara comigo ate o dia em que uma nova se apoderar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse dia...começar novamente a correria sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;o despertar dos sentimentos em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Para mais uma estreia que nao seria possivel sem Ti!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-7385845773577958346?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7385845773577958346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-palco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/7385845773577958346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/7385845773577958346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-palco.html' title='No palco...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-856775779023964764</id><published>2007-02-02T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:32:15.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Viver!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida no tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida no espaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida em olhares que estremecem o meu ser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida em atitudes de pessoas banais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida em gestos de ódio e desprezo de seres fracassados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida numa sala cheia de gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdida em palavras rudes sem nexo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É assim que me sinto e nesse momento me refugio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Refugio-me das palavras más, dos ódios, das maldades, do cinismo, da solidão, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Refugio-me e fico limitada ao meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;onde poucas pessoas existem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas onde sou feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;onde posso ser como sou..onde posso gritar..chorar..onde posso, enfim...VIVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-856775779023964764?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/856775779023964764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/856775779023964764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/856775779023964764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/viver.html' title='Viver!!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-1050718605008541103</id><published>2007-02-02T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:13:52.185Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O tempo passa..a noite escurece.. e numa nova manha acordo.., desperto..e olho em meu redor..&lt;br /&gt;ao meu lado permanece a calma suprema, o mais doce dos homens.. a minha alegria eterna!&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma afortunada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Paira no ar incertezas..dias turbulentos..noites frias...caminhos incertos...uma vida carregada de coisas boas e más..de sentimentos inesperados...&lt;br /&gt;Sim...não estou a espera duma vida repleta de amor, carinho, alegrias, sucessos...nada disso..&lt;br /&gt;Espero muito mais..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Espero ao seu lado poder sorrir nos piores dos momentos..&lt;br /&gt;Poder sonhar a meio de tantos pesadelos...&lt;br /&gt;Poder-me levantar após diversas quedas..&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir olhar em frente depois de me escorrerem mil e uma lagrimas..&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me bonita mesmo nos dias em que me sinto a mulher mais feia do Mundo...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda ter tempo para lhe dizer que é a pessoa mais linda..mais meiga..mais sensível..mais amiga..mais inteligente..mais compreensiva e que apesar de eu ter mil e um defeitos..me AMA e todos os dias me mostra a razao de eu ainda estar firme e viva...e do porquê de ainda ter que suportar muita desilusão, cinismo, intolerancia, maldade...&lt;br /&gt;e a razao...é simplesmente tao mais forte que eu...e que nós...é o AMOR..é a alegria e vontade de poder acordar todos os dias ao pé da pessoa mais maravilhosa do mundo que mesmo nos piores dias, nas piores horas, quando sou a pior pessoa do mundo...ainda tem forças para me fazer sentir a Pessoa mais feliz na face da terra...&lt;br /&gt;Essa pessoa és tu meu amor..&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te Jorge Keita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-1050718605008541103?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1050718605008541103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-tempo_02.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1050718605008541103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/1050718605008541103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-tempo_02.html' title='O Tempo...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-5497402786301147524</id><published>2007-02-02T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:53:09.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou de volta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para escrevermos é necessário termos uma fonte a qual possamos recorrer quando nos falta inspiração..essa fonte de inspiração já eu tenho desde o dia da liberdade de 2005...mas a causa de ter estado afastada foi outra e essa é impossivel explicar...duma forma ou de outra..estou de volta para partilhar alguns dos meus pensamentos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-5497402786301147524?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5497402786301147524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/estou-de-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5497402786301147524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/5497402786301147524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/estou-de-volta.html' title='Estou de volta!!!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111282682605420975</id><published>2005-04-07T07:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:36:21.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternamente</title><content type='html'>ADEUS...&lt;br /&gt;sera uma palavra que jamais te direi..&lt;br /&gt;porque no fundo do meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;estaras presente eternamente&lt;br /&gt;e hoje e sempre te amarei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estarei junto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;nesta hora dolorosa,&lt;br /&gt;mostrando-te meu amor sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;dando-te tudo o que puder nesta hora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu lado nao sairei,&lt;br /&gt;nem que meu corpo me doa,&lt;br /&gt;e quando acordares la estarei..&lt;br /&gt;acredita que o que te digo nao é à toa..&lt;br /&gt;O ultimo beijo será meu&lt;br /&gt;antes dos teus olhos fecharem,&lt;br /&gt;e ao acordares sera o meu sorriso que verás&lt;br /&gt;agradecendo a Deus pela Paz que te Deu&lt;br /&gt;depois de tantos anos de sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;de espera,&lt;br /&gt;de descontentamento..&lt;br /&gt;chegou a hora afinal&lt;br /&gt;de tirarem o que te atormenta&lt;br /&gt;para poderes voltar de braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;a vida que tanto sonhas dia apos dia..&lt;br /&gt;àquela vida que tanto recordas e amas&lt;br /&gt;e que teimas em ter de novo um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez Eu estarei la..&lt;br /&gt;ao teu lado hoje e sempre&lt;br /&gt;porque és o Meu Pai e eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;e quero-te ver Feliz como mereces,&lt;br /&gt;Num dia chamado "ETERNAMENTE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111282682605420975?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111221747925448329</id><published>2005-03-30T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:22:05.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que tem que ser assim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que a vida nao perdoa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que temos que dizer sim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por mais que nos doa???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tou cansada..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.sinto a minha força perder-se no fundo de mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como algo que se esconde ...q nao se atreve em prosseguir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com medo de sofrer de novo sem fim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao quero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao consigo passar de novo por tudo isto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minhas lagrimas secaram,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minha mente escureceu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu corpo cresceu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e minha alma morreu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um pouco ...e desisto....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chega..!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agarro-me ao resto que tenho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou dando os meus ultimos suspiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e deixo-me ser levada de vez,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando tudo a minha volta desaparecer talvez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aos poucos vou enfraquecendo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aos poucos vou desaparecendo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aos poucos vou morrendo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com esta dor que ja nao suporto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com esta agonia que me devora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com este tempo que ja nao torna!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111221747925448329?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111221747925448329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/porqu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111221747925448329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111221747925448329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/porqu.html' title='Porquê???'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111211620037547058</id><published>2005-03-30T03:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:10:00.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas que devem ficar sempre em aberto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ponho-me aqui sozinha a pensar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em muitos dos momentos da minha vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma luz paira sobre mim como para me iluminar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas sera q quero??sera q posso??sera q devo??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;serao eternas perguntas na minha cabeça..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pk há coisas que devem ficar sempre em aberto..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nao devem ser reveladas, contadas, explicadas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somente porque nao têm explicaçao e ficam encalhadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez num momento chamado"sempre" quem sabe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu nao sei..sabes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nao..estas respostas , afirmaçoes, perguntas, pensamentos, recordaçoes, sentimentos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deverão ser guardados em nós por alguma razao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois o tempo é o nosso guia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nesta longa estrada que se chama VIDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na qual sonhamos, recordamos, amamos e sofremos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com tudo aquilo que fomos construindo e que temos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por tudo aquilo que vivemos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111211620037547058?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111211620037547058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/h-coisas-que-devem-ficar-sempre-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111211620037547058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111211620037547058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/h-coisas-que-devem-ficar-sempre-em.html' title='Há coisas que devem ficar sempre em aberto...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111202032902297714</id><published>2005-03-29T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:32:09.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida..</title><content type='html'>Mas que vida é esta em que vivemos..&lt;br /&gt;que por vezes é tao cruel,&lt;br /&gt;e noutras tao linda?&lt;br /&gt;Tantos momentos de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;de saudade&lt;br /&gt;de odio..de rancor..de falsidade e de dor..&lt;br /&gt;e outros tao cheios de alegria, paixao&lt;br /&gt;felicidade, amor, esperança, carinho, solidariedade e emoçao...&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que vivemos uma vida tao cheia de contradiçoes..&lt;br /&gt;tao cheia de obscuridade e de más intençoes?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso passar por tudo isto para sermos felizes?&lt;br /&gt;Sim...infelizmente nao ha outra maneira..&lt;br /&gt;uma vida simples sem obstaculos nao seria vida&lt;br /&gt;mas ate quando?&lt;br /&gt;durante quanto tempo?&lt;br /&gt;vivemos a maior parte da nossa vida a lutar..&lt;br /&gt;uma luta cheia de altos e baixos..&lt;br /&gt;e no fim..&lt;br /&gt;qual a nossa recompensa?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo&lt;br /&gt;a nossa recompensa sao as recordaçoes,&lt;br /&gt;de todos os maus e bons momentos q passámos&lt;br /&gt;de tudo aquilo que sonhámos&lt;br /&gt;de tudo o que perdemos e ganhámos..&lt;br /&gt;e assim vamos vivendo a nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;com alegria fervor e esperança&lt;br /&gt;de um dia podermos ser felizes,&lt;br /&gt;arrancar as dores que existem em nós,&lt;br /&gt;e partir à busca da eterna felicidade&lt;br /&gt;que todos nós temos direito,&lt;br /&gt;a qual todos queremos..&lt;br /&gt;pla qual todos lutamos..&lt;br /&gt;e no fim,&lt;br /&gt;poder dizer em voz alta&lt;br /&gt;que conseguimos, que estamos vivos&lt;br /&gt;e que afinal tudo o que vivemos valeu a pena,&lt;br /&gt;e aí..podermos repousar e descansar..&lt;br /&gt;e viver finalmente a vida que nos estava destinada&lt;br /&gt;com toda a paz e harmonia alcançada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111202032902297714?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111202032902297714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111202032902297714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111202032902297714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/vida.html' title='Vida..'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111201715927313137</id><published>2005-03-27T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:39:19.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Socorro!</title><content type='html'>Teatro, vem em meu socorro!&lt;br /&gt;Durmo. Acorda-me&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdido na escuridão, guia-me, ao menos para uma vela&lt;br /&gt;Sou preguiçosa, deixa-me envergonhada&lt;br /&gt;Estou fatigada, levanta-me&lt;br /&gt;Estou indiferente, sacode-me&lt;br /&gt;Continuo indiferente, parte-me a cara&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo, dá-me coragem&lt;br /&gt;Sou ignorante, educa-me&lt;br /&gt;Sou monstruosa, humaniza-me&lt;br /&gt;Sou pretencioso, faz-me morrer de riso&lt;br /&gt;Sou cínica, desmonta o meu jogo&lt;br /&gt;Sou estúpida, transforma-me&lt;br /&gt;Sou má, pune-me&lt;br /&gt;Sou dominadora e cruel, combate-me&lt;br /&gt;Sou pedante, faz troça de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sou ordinária, eleva-me&lt;br /&gt;Sou muda, desfaz-me este nó&lt;br /&gt;Já não sonho, chama-me cobarde ou imbecil&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-me, lança sobre mim a Memória&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me velha e seca, faz saltar a Infância&lt;br /&gt;Sou pesado, dá-me a Música&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste, vai buscar a Alegria&lt;br /&gt;Sou surda, com fragor faz gritar o Sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Estou agitado, faz crescer a Sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Sou fraca, acende a Amizade&lt;br /&gt;Sou cega, convoca todas as Luzes&lt;br /&gt;Estou refém da Fealdade, faz irromper a Beleza vencedora&lt;br /&gt;Fui recrutado pelo Ódio, dá todas as forças ao Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor da Mensagem: Ariane Mnouchkine&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de Eugénia Vasques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema em memoria ao dia mundial do teatro...adorei...tive q coloca-lo aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111201715927313137?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111201715927313137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/socorro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111201715927313137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111201715927313137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/socorro.html' title='Socorro!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111142391434419328</id><published>2005-03-22T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:51:54.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Deito-me sobre a minha cama e penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sonho, elevo-me as minhas mais altas ilusoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Liberto-me de todas as tensoes, todos os meus medos e desilusoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;apenas a sonhar,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sozinha, isolada com os meus pensamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tento abstrair-me de tudo aquilo que me rodeou e rodeia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quero partir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para o meu mar salgado de pensamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para a minha terra da libertaçao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e como poderei fazer isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sonhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...com uma vida que desejo ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;com todos os laços que vou formando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;atraves de todos os refugios do meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anseio por algo que nao tenho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;que ate talvez nao exista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mas enquanto tiver forças vou lutando e sonhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nunca deixando meu sonho morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111142391434419328?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111142391434419328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111142391434419328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111142391434419328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/sonho.html' title='Sonho...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111142511473955681</id><published>2005-03-19T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:17:08.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Pai!!!</title><content type='html'>Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;hoje é DIA DO PAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tanto se fala deste dia,&lt;br /&gt;tanto esperamos que ele chegue...&lt;br /&gt;para que???&lt;br /&gt;Dia do Pai sao todos os dias..&lt;br /&gt;em todos eles nestes 25 anos me criaste&lt;br /&gt;em todos tiveste lá a apoiar-me...&lt;br /&gt;por isso....estou grata por todos os dias ate hoje&lt;br /&gt;por estares aqui junto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;estou grata por todas as palvras que me dirigis-te..&lt;br /&gt;as mais fortes, as mais carinhosas, e ate as repreensivas,&lt;br /&gt;por todos os gestos de ternura,&lt;br /&gt;por todas as brincadeiras,&lt;br /&gt;por todos os jogos,&lt;br /&gt;por todas as discussoes,&lt;br /&gt;por todas as incompreensoes,&lt;br /&gt;por todo o amor que me deste&lt;br /&gt;por toda esta vida de sacrificio a que te propuseste!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não sao todos que o fazem,&lt;br /&gt;tu és unico no Mundo,&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela que brilha intensamente no coraçao de nós quatro,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso elo, a nossa ligaçao paternal...&lt;br /&gt;o nosso PAI&lt;br /&gt;Hoje se estou aqui e se sou o que sou...devo-te a ti..&lt;br /&gt;com muitos defeitos..mas algumas virtudes..&lt;br /&gt;muito rebelde...mas com muito amor para dar,&lt;br /&gt;muito distante e fria por vezes...mas muito compreensiva ...&lt;br /&gt;Com isto tudo quero dizer,&lt;br /&gt;que posso ter mil e um defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;mas sei bem quais e tenho noçao de todos eles,&lt;br /&gt;e têm uma razao de ser,&lt;br /&gt;mas acima de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;tenho uma enorme virtude..&lt;br /&gt;que é o reconhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;e reconheço neste dia e em todos os dias da minha vida..&lt;br /&gt;que Pai igual a ti nao existe,&lt;br /&gt;e que estarás sempre no meu coraçao,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que as vezes nao pareça,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que por vezes eu pareça insensivel...&lt;br /&gt;Nao Pai...nao o sou...&lt;br /&gt;nao fiques triste ...&lt;br /&gt;eu estou aqui hoje e sempre&lt;br /&gt;e por mais duro e frio que o meu coraçao pareça..&lt;br /&gt;bem  sabes que no fundo, eu amo esta familia mais que tudo na vida..&lt;br /&gt;e isso é a TI que agradeço!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois foste Tu que mo ensinaste...&lt;br /&gt;a dar o devido valor as coisas que temos,&lt;br /&gt;pois sao valiosas demais...&lt;br /&gt;e é pena que por vezes só vejamos isso depois de as perdermos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo paizito..&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muitoooo&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia do Pai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111142511473955681?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111142511473955681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/pai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111142511473955681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111142511473955681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/pai.html' title='Pai!!!'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111083555653366910</id><published>2005-03-15T05:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:32:42.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Como poderei???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como poderei viver assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;com este sentimento doce e amargo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que me devora dias sem fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;na lembrança de todo o meu passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como poderei voltar a sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se tudo o que sonhei o mar levou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;juntamente com a minha esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de voltar a ter tudo aquilo q se passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como poderei eu aguentar ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;toda esta angustia que cai sobre mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se quando decido voltar a lutar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;algo determina ser o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SIM...o FIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de algo que começou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas que depressa acabou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quando um sorriso foi dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e depressa roubado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quando os meus olhos brilharam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e logo depois se fecharam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quando pensava que tinha um mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e só me restou o chao que piso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sem forças para lutar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sem forças para respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sem nada mais te poder dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111083555653366910?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111083555653366910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/como-poderei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111083555653366910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111083555653366910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/como-poderei.html' title='Como poderei???'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111083945605901969</id><published>2005-03-15T05:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:30:56.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Será que me estou a apaixonar???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os meus pensamentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;navegam em teus cabelos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada minuto e cada segundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para mim és o centro do mundo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando te vejo, para mais nada consigo olhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me está a acontecer???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sera que me estou a apaixonar??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu dizes que NAo, EU teimo que sim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque lá no fundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que também gostas de mim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando te vais embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo fica sem sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e quando te vejo chegar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pareces um pouco perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas quando me vês,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teu olhar torna a brilhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e é nesse momento que me pergunto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estará ele a me amar????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111083945605901969?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111083945605901969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/ser-que-me-estou-apaixonar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111083945605901969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111083945605901969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/ser-que-me-estou-apaixonar.html' title='Será que me estou a apaixonar???'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111083402506242665</id><published>2005-03-15T05:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:11:54.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem Hoje ou amanha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem hoje ou amanha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;qual deles o mais importante, se em todos sofri sofro e irei sofrer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;sozinha na escuridao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;com medo da solidao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;consola-me saber que amar e sofrer é VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Vida que hoje já nao importa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;nunca importou..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;no fim da Vida e do sofrimento ninguem olhou..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;nasci, cresci, vivi, morri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;E SÓ SOFRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111083402506242665?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111083402506242665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/ontem-hoje-ou-amanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111083402506242665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111083402506242665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/ontem-hoje-ou-amanha.html' title='Ontem Hoje ou amanha..'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111065628271586847</id><published>2005-03-12T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:38:02.716Z</updated><title type='text'>SE UM DIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia te der uma louca vontade de chorar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          ... me chama...Não te prometo fazer sorrir, mas posso chorar com você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia resolver fugir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    .  ...... não se esqueça de me chamar.........Não te prometo convencer de ficar, mas posso fugir contigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia te der uma louca vontade de não falar com ninguém,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         ....Me chama assim mesmo.....prometo ficar bem quietinha(o).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas... Se um dia você me chamar e eu não ouvir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   ........Vem correndo ao meu encontro... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Talvez eu esteja precisando de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111065628271586847?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111065628271586847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/se-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111065628271586847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111065628271586847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/03/se-um-dia.html' title='SE UM DIA...'/><author><name>V#Mony#T</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqFBowYSqdw/SoHVQ--yhJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g-CL1d2PI80/S220/df.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11402051.post-111065569134071427</id><published>2005-02-25T07:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-12T19:30:45.936Z</updated><title type='text'>INCERTEZA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E essa é a minha incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O melhor momento de tudo que há por vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E eu fico esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E você me olhando por alguma razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Preciso de alguma distração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E nos seus braços sinto que posso encontrar conforto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não tenho medo, pois a luz me segue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não há dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É fácil de se acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E nos braços de um "anjo" posso voar bem longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No seu silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Para fugir dessa tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Haverá outras chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me sinto querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E meu coração não está vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Encontrei a paz esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Na música de seus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Achei a resposta que precisava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A brisa me diz que você está de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Há leveza e suavidade em meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quebremos as regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Deixe nossos sentimentos fluírem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E as estrelas brilharão mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E deixe que o telefone toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E que o fogo nos aqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Apague as luzes que o luar nos iluminará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A sua doce respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É o fim que nunca chegará…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Monica Trindade&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11402051-111065569134071427?l=monycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/feeds/111065569134071427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monycat.blogspot.com/2005/02/incerteza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11402051/posts/default/111065569134071427'/><link rel='self' 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