<?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-2643222443015648592</id><updated>2012-02-15T09:00:15.422Z</updated><category term='amizade'/><category term='Luvas de borracha .'/><title type='text'>Ciao</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog composto de simples recortes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1286831077812551589</id><published>2010-05-27T22:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:49:56.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/S_7kaIwrrwI/AAAAAAAAATw/eqAPss5YAIY/s1600/Jo_1+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/S_7kaIwrrwI/AAAAAAAAATw/eqAPss5YAIY/s400/Jo_1+432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476065334608506626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida nem sempre corre como desejamos...nem sempre se torna naquele sonho que tivemos um dia em pequeninos...é uma perfeita surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias a vida se transforma...todos os dias a vida me surpreende....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço do fundo do meu coração, para o q está mal ficar bem e o que está bem que fique eternamente bem na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a perfeita noção, que provavelmente não tem noção do quanto são importantes na minha vida e do bem que fazem todos os dias. &lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de vocês, para sempre estarao cmg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço a ti meu querido amigo, para me ajudares a vencer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1286831077812551589?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1286831077812551589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1286831077812551589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1286831077812551589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1286831077812551589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/vida.html' title='a vida'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/S_7kaIwrrwI/AAAAAAAAATw/eqAPss5YAIY/s72-c/Jo_1+432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7571695278435483524</id><published>2009-12-13T16:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:06:14.541Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SyUe_F3EhiI/AAAAAAAAATk/WopHSmHNqRw/s1600-h/IMG_9848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SyUe_F3EhiI/AAAAAAAAATk/WopHSmHNqRw/s400/IMG_9848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414768196236641826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantos meses de ausência: uma serie de transformações na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo dizer se boas se más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida neste momento resume-se a Saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a mesma apaixonada pela vida. Continuo todos os dias a tentar ser o meu melhor. Continuo a amar muito. Continuo aquela criança que nasceu teimosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida dá voltas; as pessoas passam por nós e nada deixam; Mas eis o dia em que te encontro, na pior das alturas, aquelas em que estás mais fragil, e que tudo me |toca|.&lt;br /&gt;Foi esquisito...Foi como estivesse perante o meu idolo e por mero acaso, ele estava mesmo à minha frente, diante dos meus olhos, a falar para mim....Foi esquisito.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje não compreendo porquê tantos meses de separação, de desprezo, de altruismo, de arrogânica!?&lt;br /&gt;Para no fim, por mero acaso(repito), brindarmos a nós?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia, ouviamos os dois |Cinderela|..pura ironia do destino! &lt;br /&gt;Chego à conclusão que ele gosta muito de gozar em mim...Cantares nos meus olhos, aquela história???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que em nada, estes buracos,vao mudar a minha vida,mas dou por mim :Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Costumo dizer que nada é por acaso, mas dificilmente acredito que eles me tragam alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amava.te..Amei Amei Amei....O meu amor por ti era triste e profundo...Triste porque não te tinha verdadeiramente, profundo porque mesmo assim não me escondia e não parava de lutar por ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu um dia disses.t:vamos viver o presente tal a vida nos dá; mas eu acreditava que Deus nos reservava algo maior no futuro;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e apesar de tudo, não tenho por ti nenhum sentimento de raiva, de revolta, de tristeza, ou de desejo de esquecimento por todas as desilusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje escrevo assim, foi porque eu deixei que me fizesses mal e sei que no fundo nunca tiveste intenção de me magoar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7571695278435483524?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5626919767649787008?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5626919767649787008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5626919767649787008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5626919767649787008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5626919767649787008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/ShXDVQLQ89I/AAAAAAAAATc/qImjf4Omzyc/s400/DSC03681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338387703204475858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me triste por tudo ter acabado...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me triste porque nada voltará a ser como foi...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me triste por nunca mais ir trabalhar contigo e contigo tambem...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me triste porque nunca mais os vou ver...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me triste por ter crescido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta coisa que me faz falta, e agora tenho mais uma coisa para acrescentar no livro das faltas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só voces me roubavam o sorriso mais triste q tinha, de um modo tao transparente e sincero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qdsq9Qd4P3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qdsq9Qd4P3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=qdsq9Qd4P3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=qdsq9Qd4P3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=qdsq9Qd4P3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=qdsq9Qd4P3" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/qdsq9Qd4P3/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/gR_X3uQ/music/cmhnvzQC/beto-e-rita-guerra-acreditar/"&gt;acreditar - Beto e Rita Guerra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3512124946623807567?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/ShXDVQLQ89I/AAAAAAAAATc/qImjf4Omzyc/s72-c/DSC03681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5133238482392700145</id><published>2009-03-30T17:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:56:40.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coeur</title><content type='html'>ola meus amores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apos tanto tempo ausente, volto e em grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a maioria deve saber encontro-me por terras chinesas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste preciso momento estou numa festa privada da lusa joana gouveia e da francesa Mathilde...Digamos que estão aqui muitas nacionalidades e isto trata.se de um pequeno quadrado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite louca começou com os tugas, claro, aos berros a cantar para toda a vizinhança chinesa no predio em frente!Elas andam loucas com os nossos meninos...mas quando digo loucas é mm loucas...não descolam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um povo mm de outro mundo...Tudo diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Eles olham para nos(ocidentais) como se de et's nos tratasse.mos! Sorriem e dizem adeus que nem uns maluquinhos!Não tou a exagerar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comida meus amigos???é melhor nem falar nisso, não ha comida em Guangzhou!eles comem ovos comidos ao peq.almoço!e mais sopaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!Mas atençao a sopa deles é um gaspaxo mt manhoso. Café, agua?nadaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agua encontra-se no supermercado aqui da "cidade universitaria"onde estamos, mas cafe nem ve.lo=(((&lt;br /&gt;Como tenho saudades do strarbucks de HOngKong(descobrimos uns 20 lá:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento o espanhol Alvaro poe Give away....e agr Fugiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é verdade fugi, mas tou cheia de saudades..é bom estar longe, mas tudo aí me faz muita faltaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sou a unica saudavel aqui....people in there are so crazyyyyyyyyyyyyy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5133238482392700145?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5133238482392700145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5133238482392700145' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5133238482392700145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5133238482392700145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/coeur.html' title='Coeur'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4962223558530763993</id><published>2009-01-18T13:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:01:39.695Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é o teu dia de aniversário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SXM2KBJGekI/AAAAAAAAASI/U8rFBOx_zTI/s1600-h/Aniversario+Megui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SXM2KBJGekI/AAAAAAAAASI/U8rFBOx_zTI/s400/Aniversario+Megui.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633532823665218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje os parabens são para a minha Megui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos parabens meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes muito bem a falta que me tens feito,e saudade que tenho no meu coraçao, mas mesmo estando longe tas muito mais perto que muitas outras pessoas, que poderiam estar "coladas" a mim. Obrigada minha querida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes muito bem também, que te desejo o que de melhor houver nesta vida!&lt;br /&gt;O melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És especial e jamais te esquecerei...vás por onde fores, faças o que fizeres, vou sempre lembrar-me daquela pessoa, que me fez acreditar que eu era capaz e que no ISCTE eu iria ser muito feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez obrgadaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras.te deste momento, adorei!Tenho pena de nao poder voltar a repetir, mas no pensamento e no coraçao é como tivesse a ser realizado mais uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro.te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4962223558530763993?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4962223558530763993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4962223558530763993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4962223558530763993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4962223558530763993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-o-teu-dia-de-aniversrio.html' title='Hoje é o teu dia de aniversário...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SXM2KBJGekI/AAAAAAAAASI/U8rFBOx_zTI/s72-c/Aniversario+Megui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8285037508470164304</id><published>2009-01-17T17:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:19:07.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SXIacXaZ-GI/AAAAAAAAASA/NDyxbItBEIo/s1600-h/quadrooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SXIacXaZ-GI/AAAAAAAAASA/NDyxbItBEIo/s400/quadrooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292321586737182818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia disseram: -Sorri Brígida!&lt;br /&gt;É certo que apetecia-me tudo,menos sorrir, e esbocei um pequeno sorriso, sincero de quem estava triste e era a ultima coisa que lhe apetecia fazer: Sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;De seguida, explicaram-me o porquê, de me dizerem pa sorrir, mesmo conhecendo e compreendendo toda a minha dor e tristeza: -Vais sorrir sempre, sempre e sempre, chora e deixa a tua tristeza para os teus momentos, para os momentos em que estiveres contigo propria, porque por detras de uma tristeza tua, irá estar a alegria de muitos seres, e afinal não queres que a tua tristeza seja motivo de felicidade para outros, porque se assim o é, são pessoas más e que não tem a minima noção, da pessoa que tu és.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri Brígida, deixa que amigos como eu te enchuguem as lágrimas que te ofereçam o colo mais precioso, o da verdadeira amizade. aquele colo que gosta de ti, que te compreende nos dias maus e nos bons, que gosta de estar contigo, estejas tu sempre a rir ou por outro lado mal humorada e com vontade de fugir para outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais acho, que na vida se sorri pouco, e talvez por sorrir muito, transpareça a ideia que está sempre tudo bem, que na minha vida só existem rosas...E realmente existem!Essas rosas como voces para quem escrevo, essas rosas que formam o meu roseiral e que me enchem todos os dias, a alma de um carinho maravilhoso e de uma amizade inaqualificavel!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por estarem comigo, obrigado por todas as palavras de consolo, obrigada por serem quem são, hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8285037508470164304?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8285037508470164304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8285037508470164304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8285037508470164304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8285037508470164304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorrir.html' title='Sorrir...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SXIacXaZ-GI/AAAAAAAAASA/NDyxbItBEIo/s72-c/quadrooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2222678798661896875</id><published>2008-12-16T14:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:54:06.569Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha mãe hoje é bébé!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SUfAplDOabI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ohmzs3jj0_I/s1600-h/mami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SUfAplDOabI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ohmzs3jj0_I/s400/mami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400908668004786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos parabéns MÃE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minha rica mae,não é nada ás novas tecnologias e á sua evolução,constante. No entanto, nao poderia de deixar aqui um miminho para ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é das pessoas mais importantes na minha vida, no entanto é das pessoas com que mais me aborreço e muitas vezes me xateio:gritamos, até berramos,mas por vezes até sorrimos juntas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo.te mãe!és a melhor do mundo, ou não fosses mãe aqui da Brígida Alexandra!(ate no nome ela foi querida para mim!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2222678798661896875?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2222678798661896875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2222678798661896875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2222678798661896875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2222678798661896875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/muitos-parabns-me-minha-rica-maeno-nada.html' title='A minha mãe hoje é bébé!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SUfAplDOabI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ohmzs3jj0_I/s72-c/mami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6655700258348296862</id><published>2008-12-06T19:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:53:49.744Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é o Teu dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/STrTM289l2I/AAAAAAAAARo/aHv-u2roVqk/s1600-h/com+a+minha+joana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/STrTM289l2I/AAAAAAAAARo/aHv-u2roVqk/s400/com+a+minha+joana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276762131281057634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa a correr, mas as saudades custam a digerir...não tarda já estás aqui!&lt;br /&gt;São muitos kilometros, é muito tempo sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem a falta que me fazes e me tens feito nestes ultimos tempos, que para mim tem sido terrivelmente dificil!&lt;br /&gt;Sabes também que a ti, só te quero mt mt mt mas mm MUITO que tenhas tudo o que de bom na vida existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que continues a ser quem és, porque se assim for, vou adorar.te para a eternidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aniversário minha querida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um beijinho desta amiga que te adora e tá cheia de saudades tuas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aqui vai uma musiquinha de um dos muitos momentos fantasticos que passei contigo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6655700258348296862?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6655700258348296862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6655700258348296862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6655700258348296862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6655700258348296862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-o-teu-dia.html' title='Hoje é o Teu dia!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/STrTM289l2I/AAAAAAAAARo/aHv-u2roVqk/s72-c/com+a+minha+joana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4350458079024390828</id><published>2008-11-27T21:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:37:04.342Z</updated><title type='text'>caixa de surpresas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SS8aJnGM8xI/AAAAAAAAARg/sY1rkBDC5cs/s1600-h/IMG_8591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SS8aJnGM8xI/AAAAAAAAARg/sY1rkBDC5cs/s400/IMG_8591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273462441090282258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais conheço as pessoas,mais  me desiludo com a vida. Quanto mais penso, me organizo e me respondo,mais duvidas tenho e menos gosto de mim. Aos poucos comecei a perceber que não há respostas para tudo, e as poucas q existem, ou são erradas ou absurdas.&lt;br /&gt;É nesta onda, que baixo os braços, entrego as armas e desisto a favor do silêncio, que é tudo o que me resta. Mas o silencio nunca traz respostas. Instala-se em mim, como de medo se tratasse, que se esconde atrás da indiferença, do desinteresse, do vazio, da distância, tentado convencer-me que este é o melhor caminho, como as palavras viesse de um baú de surpresas e fosse um crime para o mundo abri.lo e deixa.lo respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia faço um buraco no baú, daqueles invisisveis, tipo formiga transparente, e começo a ver as palavras a sair numa coluna de fumo, uma a uma, quase sem dar por isso.pode ser que, então finalmente saiam as palavras certas, poucas, sempre poucas, as suficientes, porém, para te fazer voltar ao mundo em que éramos quase sempre &lt;br /&gt;felizes, com ou sem elas.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor,peço a Deus para deixar este súbito desejo, para deixar estas palavras neste baú , e jamais soltarem.se e que ninguem tente abrir o baú...pois é algo que é mtmt meu!ninguém tem o direito de quebrar esta regra, ninguem!e quem a quebra,está fora do jogo!Nãoo ficará a meu lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4350458079024390828?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4350458079024390828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4350458079024390828' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4350458079024390828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4350458079024390828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/caixa-de-surpresas.html' title='caixa de surpresas'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SS8aJnGM8xI/AAAAAAAAARg/sY1rkBDC5cs/s72-c/IMG_8591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6646389530006977113</id><published>2008-11-22T04:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:15:27.423Z</updated><title type='text'>o Bem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SSeT61Ml06I/AAAAAAAAARY/S-4Cyl9I5b0/s1600-h/O+be,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SSeT61Ml06I/AAAAAAAAARY/S-4Cyl9I5b0/s400/O+be,.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271344527782040482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Estes ultimos tempos, quem está comigo e gosta da pessoa que sou todos dias, não tem sido nada faceis para mim!&lt;br /&gt;   A vida coloca-me constantemente á prova, e até agradeço por isso,pois talvez sejam esses desafios vitais, que me ajudam a ser a pessoa que sou todos os dias.     Numa noite, em que a fraqueza da saudade,posso mesmo dizer,em recordei a minha maria margarida,veio ao de cima.Alguem se aproxima e de forma espontanea me diz: "es a pessoa mais forte que eu conheço!Gosto de ti!".&lt;br /&gt;   Sou forte,acredito sinceramente que sim,por todo o pouco e tanto que passei ao longo de 20 aninhos, considero-me forte. Não baixo os braços, nem admito que nada nem ninguem me "passe por cima", nem aos meus!Se há alguma coisa que eu odeio nesta vida é a prepotencia humana e a mentira.Perante pessoas sem excrupulos jamais me sentirei fraca,essas sim, me dão ainda mais força para ser ainda melhor do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;   Mas a fraqueza,como em qualquer guerreiro, faz parte do meu ser, e instala-se em mim...hoje estou fraca,não me sinto sem força para lutar,porque essa pertence á minha personalidade, precosemente definida, sinto-me triste por a vida ser tão bela mas ao mesmo tempo tão cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma pessoa de Fé. Acredito em Deus e em todos os seus companheiros de profissão(lol).Confesso que nos dias de hoje,assim como em tempos passados, mas de diferente forma, é dificil ser-se assim. Questiono-me muitas vezes,com o "porquê",mas de imediato a resposta surge no meu coraçao:defino como se de uma bombeada de sangue divino se tratasse; Esta é a minha Fé,acreditar que no mundo existem pessoas boas e más, como nos filmes, acreditar que posso conseguir viver num mundo melhor amanhã...Acreditar que a felicidade é o caminho,este caminho de todos os dias,o caminho de ser Feliz!Eu hoje fui feliz,há um mes fui feliz...Ser feliz é ser pessoa!A felicidade não se define numm conceito mas sim em infinitas acções diárias, voluntárias ou ate involuntárias, !&lt;br /&gt;  A minha Fé leva-me afirmar que o Bem vence sempre,Sempre!Hoje estou feliz por ti e por mim também, pois é algo que sempre desejei e no meu fundo sempre acreditei,ser possivel. ´&lt;br /&gt;   Hoje tenho mais uma prova que toda a minha Fé e dedicação não é em vao...&lt;br /&gt;   Porque como nas historias o Bem vence sempre o mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hoje desabafei aqui, aquilo que de profundamente atravessa o meu ser,demonstrei o meu actual Eu!&lt;br /&gt;   Peço a Ti, minha Senhora e a voces os meus eternos pequeninos, que me ajudem e me deem forças, e que amanha quando chegar á cama 31,me dê tanto prazer de oferecer,como hoje senti ao cortar um simples pedaço de empadão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a ti, por tudo, e sabes que continuarei neste caminho contigo. Guardo o meu segredo,o nosso segredo no lugar mais especial do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como te disse, Eu amo.te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6646389530006977113?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6646389530006977113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6646389530006977113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6646389530006977113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6646389530006977113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-bem.html' title='o Bem.'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SSeT61Ml06I/AAAAAAAAARY/S-4Cyl9I5b0/s72-c/O+be,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-129632017503010526</id><published>2008-11-09T20:56:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:23:31.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Orange tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SRdcPX3eEeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3O2hN-uapvk/s1600-h/amome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SRdcPX3eEeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3O2hN-uapvk/s400/amome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266779708407550434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se sofre por não se ter,sofre-se por não se ser.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-te da maneira que se deve deixar a dor, não lhe oferecendo importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu gosto de mim, e porque também gosto muito de vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-129632017503010526?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/129632017503010526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=129632017503010526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/129632017503010526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/129632017503010526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-se-sofre-por-no-se-tersofre-se-por.html' title='Orange tree'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SRdcPX3eEeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3O2hN-uapvk/s72-c/amome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2257950534033988996</id><published>2008-10-18T20:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:43:20.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SPo5tTbmioI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ui3K4QgVq3o/s1600-h/IMG_7685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SPo5tTbmioI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ui3K4QgVq3o/s400/IMG_7685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258578965381417602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não aceitamos desafiar a possibilidade de estarmos juntos, pq já o estávamos e nem nos apercebemos. Porque já não podiamos sair, por muito que insistíssemos. Ficámos e o tempo ficou para nós também, o espaço e tudo o que construímos. O espaço ajustara-se ao nosso tamanho, e separados não cabíamos. &lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos de nos perder inevitavelmente, de estar separados sem saber como. Nunca o vivemos antes, porque era assim desde a primeira coincidência, desde o instante em que o entendemos. Tivemos de começar a aprendê-lo, a sermos outra vez sem elos, sem respostas, sem dedicatórias. Deixar algo que juntarámos a fio, palavras que criámos, expressões que nasceram conosco. Distinguir a presença do resto do mundo, apenas pelo que eramos um para o outro, mesmo sem o sabermos. Porque o nosso espaço é mais longo do que o nosso tempo e do que tudo o resto. E ainda assim não percebíamos que nos esquecíamos um do outro, que a distância física era mais pequena que todas as outras.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as palavras não deslizam, como se fossem feitas de uma linha só, não se atropelam para sair á frente umas das outras, são escassas que a sua ordem é natural; Já não consigo chegar-me o suficiente para escrever o que lhe vai na alma, pois está demasiado longe e não tenho forças para lá chegar, e porque também me falta vontade. A sensibilidade cruel a que nos entregámos partiu sem dizer para onde e não disse se voltava.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje escolhi o meu caminho, agora segue o teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2257950534033988996?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2257950534033988996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2257950534033988996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2257950534033988996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2257950534033988996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos.'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SPo5tTbmioI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ui3K4QgVq3o/s72-c/IMG_7685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7977437374316356679</id><published>2008-10-10T19:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:58:49.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Alma gémea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SO-tHZPq4FI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pPXtuwbnMn8/s1600-h/alma+gemea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SO-tHZPq4FI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pPXtuwbnMn8/s400/alma+gemea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255609632711958610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas, alegrias, desabafos, gritos...e porquê não escrever para o que realmente é importante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és muito importante sabias???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como por magia aparecest no meu caminho, quando era mais logico e normal teres aparecido em tempos anteriores!&lt;br /&gt;Não querendo ser convencida, acho que Ele me colocou no teu caminho, para te ajudar e te fortalecer, num momento em que estavas mais fragil...espero ter cumprido a minha missão: OFERECER.TE O MEU MELHOR,O MEU AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre os dias são bons.Nem sempre sorrimos quando estamos juntas.Nem sempre choramos...Mas a verdade é q estamos juntas!&lt;br /&gt;No bem e no mal. E conhecendo.te desde que te conheço, posso dizr que és igual a mim:&lt;br /&gt;somos amigas,companheiras, divertidas, sinceras, confiantes, confidentes, humildes,...SOmos boas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito q Ela olha por nós, e que tudo aquilo que fazemos,por quem fazemos e que nos fazem são coisas boas...que só veem até nos para nos fazer bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agora agradecer-te por todos os nossos bocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada,&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7977437374316356679?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7977437374316356679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7977437374316356679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7977437374316356679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7977437374316356679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/alma-gmea.html' title='Alma gémea'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SO-tHZPq4FI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pPXtuwbnMn8/s72-c/alma+gemea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2349425164738109809</id><published>2008-09-29T13:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:35:35.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>verbo aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SODSQ2xAFDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MIuMXEWGj44/s1600-h/colci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SODSQ2xAFDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MIuMXEWGj44/s400/colci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251428352534778930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Senti muitas vezes uma desconfiança sem razão, cismei sobre um eventual engano meu. Mas nada seria como dantes. Precisava de te ter conhecido , de te ter a meu lado, fosse como fosse. Cruzaste o meu caminho e contribuíste para que eu continuasse a acreditar nos outros, na amizade e no amor. Fizeste-me sentir especial, mesmo que eu nunca tenha pretendido ser um exemplo, porque não cheguei aonde queria nem sou quem queria ser. Mas é com pessoas como tu que vou aprendendo a ser melhor, a ser mais do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2349425164738109809?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2349425164738109809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2349425164738109809' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2349425164738109809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2349425164738109809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/verbo-aprender.html' title='verbo aprender'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SODSQ2xAFDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MIuMXEWGj44/s72-c/colci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8884834201841951271</id><published>2008-09-22T00:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:12:58.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>somos tão pequeninos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SNbUjO0XS1I/AAAAAAAAAME/BmVlWkYyyEo/s1600-h/ate+manha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SNbUjO0XS1I/AAAAAAAAAME/BmVlWkYyyEo/s400/ate+manha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248616117485128530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem a vida ensina.nos muito e muito e muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez gosto mais de mim, e posso dizer q tens mta culpa disso!&lt;br /&gt;MAxismo? já eraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah é vdd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freira, tu?oh filha vais mas é ser furada e ver o que é bom"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8884834201841951271?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8884834201841951271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8884834201841951271' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8884834201841951271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8884834201841951271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/somos-to-pequeninos.html' title='somos tão pequeninos...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SNbUjO0XS1I/AAAAAAAAAME/BmVlWkYyyEo/s72-c/ate+manha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6488852942660975116</id><published>2008-09-07T19:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:05:33.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe,mas perto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SMQd_N-wYrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xQ2Eqhou-vI/s1600-h/DSC09483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SMQd_N-wYrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xQ2Eqhou-vI/s400/DSC09483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243348838087942834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumamos dizer que so se dar valor ás coisas qnd as perdemos...ou quando nao as temos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste caso, antes mesmo de o ser, antes mesmo de partir o meu coraçaozinho mole já estava xorando por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas q nao entendem, e ate substimam e gozam as minhas palavras e os meus gestos,mas o mais importante para mim, é q tu saibas que qnd xegares ao teu ponto de partida, eu vou ca estar igual, a mesma de sempre, com tudo aquilo que construimos as duas juntas para te ajudar e principalmente para estar bem junto de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste caminho, que foi pensado e construido pelas duas, tu seguis.te e eu fikei..., sabes que nao por minha vontade,mas é certo que fiko mas fiko ctg no meu coraçao e no meu pensamento todos os dias, e estou aqui para pedir para que tudo te corra bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai ser dificil ver aquele lugar vazio...mas vou imaginar.te lá, com tds as nossas artimanhas matinais!O cafezinho, esse ja nao mo vais buscar não é vdd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a promessa de ser eu a ir buscar o teu cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi aguarda chica di mi coracion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah é vdd, tinha de colocar aquela que foste tu que me deste a conhecer, como o teu preferido, que eu ate nem liguei mt, mas que hoje é igualmente o meu,nessas jornadas de livros e papeis intensivas,na av. de Paris!&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6488852942660975116?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6488852942660975116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6488852942660975116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6488852942660975116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6488852942660975116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/longemas-perto.html' title='Longe,mas perto!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SMQd_N-wYrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xQ2Eqhou-vI/s72-c/DSC09483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2181619284324552347</id><published>2008-09-03T19:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:49:40.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SL7b4O8VoSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N6VnSfiBdXg/s1600-h/P8130164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SL7b4O8VoSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N6VnSfiBdXg/s400/P8130164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241868775436165410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tanto tempo passou, e eu sem dizer nada...Seclhr pq nem sabia bem o que dizr, foram tantas coisas nestas ultimas semanas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram alucinantes diria, mas apesar de tudo, a vida ensina.m e nada acontece por acaso!EStou livre! I'm free!&lt;br /&gt;Um simples olhar e um simples toque foi o suficiente para te abandonar de vez!&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te encontrei..se os nosssos corpos se cruzaram nesta selva, n foi por acaso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és quem és e serás sempre,tenho a certeza disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2181619284324552347?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2181619284324552347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2181619284324552347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2181619284324552347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2181619284324552347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SL7b4O8VoSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N6VnSfiBdXg/s72-c/P8130164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3088369202719182977</id><published>2008-08-09T03:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:58:33.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusa:S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SJ0H0qJG5TI/AAAAAAAAALs/HJByd0jzMHk/s1600-h/DSC08772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SJ0H0qJG5TI/AAAAAAAAALs/HJByd0jzMHk/s400/DSC08772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346943321466162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei aquilo q se passa comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que sinta,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quem dou, &lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém neste mundo é capaz de me explicar as razões para isto estar a acontecer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei nada de nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sei q tu ainda permaneces aqui e tenhu a certeza que eu também aí!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3088369202719182977?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3088369202719182977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3088369202719182977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3088369202719182977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3088369202719182977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/confusas.html' title='Confusa:S'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SJ0H0qJG5TI/AAAAAAAAALs/HJByd0jzMHk/s72-c/DSC08772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-952771745529630050</id><published>2008-08-06T01:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:02:11.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa noite de emoções...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SJjz8nYwjZI/AAAAAAAAALk/9vNaccuyucQ/s1600-h/joao+bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SJjz8nYwjZI/AAAAAAAAALk/9vNaccuyucQ/s400/joao+bebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231199189881359762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei por ti, não queria acreditar,mas eras mm tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que esteve cmg...ou é por estar cansada, ou ent um arrepio de saudade invadio o meu corpo quando percebi que eras tu, que estavas ali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não sei, o que passou por ti,mas por mim a certeza ainda maior, que ha uma linha que ainda nao terminou e que muito provavelmente não terá fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esse fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu posso dizer ao mundo, que quero e nao tenho medo de me arrepender, de dizer que peço pelo fim...peço muito muito muito, assim como peço para TU seres dos meninos mais felizes no mundo, e que faça eu também, parte dessa tua felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só hoje, o meu beijo para ti, João António!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o teu dia, e estejas onde estiveres estarei contigo, porque tu estás comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversário =)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-952771745529630050?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/952771745529630050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=952771745529630050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/952771745529630050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/952771745529630050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/numa-noite-de-emoes.html' title='Numa noite de emoções...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SJjz8nYwjZI/AAAAAAAAALk/9vNaccuyucQ/s72-c/joao+bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-23972165531530046</id><published>2008-07-23T20:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:57:30.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a gente vai continuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SIeIY4Bua4I/AAAAAAAAALc/iv7vouEjCdo/s1600-h/IMG_7623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SIeIY4Bua4I/AAAAAAAAALc/iv7vouEjCdo/s400/IMG_7623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226295853524609922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase aí mulas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase quase...ai vai ser tão bom, vai fazer-me tao bem!Vai-vos fazer bem!&lt;br /&gt;Porque seclhar todas nos precisamos de continuar...continuar esta estrada que ja vai longa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São importantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-23972165531530046?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/23972165531530046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=23972165531530046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/23972165531530046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/23972165531530046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/gente-vai-continuar.html' title='a gente vai continuar'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SIeIY4Bua4I/AAAAAAAAALc/iv7vouEjCdo/s72-c/IMG_7623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5777483264702216094</id><published>2008-07-12T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:23:51.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>neste horizonte por ti criado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHivCE0mfrI/AAAAAAAAALU/vo7B8bihA6k/s1600-h/Brigida+Fexpomalveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHivCE0mfrI/AAAAAAAAALU/vo7B8bihA6k/s400/Brigida+Fexpomalveira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222116218125057714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde cedo te vi sem nada ainda veres em ti,de tanto que só para fora olhavas.&lt;br /&gt;Vieste senhor crescido tão convencido, da importância do que tem e faz, tão agarrado a essa ideia ilusória, e tão esquecido do tanto que, afinal, o habita, que pouco dá desse melhor de si mesmo, e pouco cria para além de ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que vi foi sobretudo, a criança capaz de se encantar e acolher aquilo que se lhe apresenta, sem prisões passadas nem expectativas futuras. E foi essa tua semente profunda de carÊncia feita de feridas tapadas por duras lutas, através das quais te foste tornando homem, que no fundo de mim mesma, acolhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoro o que permitiu que me aparecesses, tão despido de compromissos e obrigações que, ao longo de uma vida ainda curta, te seguraram.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me simplesmente levar por essa surpresa que a ti ainda mais surpreendeu do que a mim, e por isso nasceu uma nova fonte de vida que, maior do qualquer de nós, nos elevou para lá do chão real que era o já existente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ainda porque vieste aqui e agora, só sinto que aqui estás e esqueço esse porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a resposta se encontre em tempos, de que não posso saber pporque estranhos me são. Mas sinto já que o que fez com que eu te visse, vem desses tempos longínquos, em que eras sem roupa e sem razão, e talvez para viveres o teu hoje, decidiste congelar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, por isso a nossa história, que é de vida, não possa, já o sinto, prolongar.se no tempo tanto como nós desejaríamos. &lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenhamos ainda de aprender, que só o presente pode dar consistência ao que, a certa altura, nos é dado viver e que há coisas que nos acontecem, antes dessa aprendizagem estar feita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ao ver-.te assim tão despido que pude sentir como sendo real aquilo que, só hoje o sei, afinal não passava de um sonho, o sonho que antes tinha tido. Acordei!?&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, não quero desfazer já este encontro, destruir o sonho criado.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, quero continuar a acreditar, na existência de um novo amor possivel, neste horizonte sempre aberto por ti criado, ao te esqueceres de roupas e certezas, e me apareceres como se já as tivesses deitado fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5777483264702216094?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5777483264702216094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5777483264702216094' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5777483264702216094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5777483264702216094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/neste-horizonte-por-ti-criado.html' title='neste horizonte por ti criado.'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHivCE0mfrI/AAAAAAAAALU/vo7B8bihA6k/s72-c/Brigida+Fexpomalveira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6474379951122389295</id><published>2008-07-11T15:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:18:42.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHd2s2EQ8MI/AAAAAAAAALE/Rcb8qXUUsWU/s1600-h/pipo%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHd2s2EQ8MI/AAAAAAAAALE/Rcb8qXUUsWU/s400/pipo%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221772805759103170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te vejo faz semanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te sinto ha meses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde andas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo porque fui dar onde estou, onde foste dar onde estás...&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo porque estás longe, porque não estás na minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos duas crianças, fomos dois adolescentes, fomos dois jovens...&lt;br /&gt;Cresci contigo, contigo tornei.me a mulher q sou hoje;&lt;br /&gt;Crescemos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou como sou também o devo a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste.me muito mas muito feliz...Cada pedacinho contigo foi um bocafdinho ganho na minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Sofri...sofri bastante...Sofri porque me fazias mt feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Juramos eterno amor...Amor q ultrapassava tudo e todos! o maior Amor de todos, a amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não a vejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te fiz eu, para hoje estar mal, e nao estares aqui a limpar-me as lágrimas...?&lt;br /&gt;Fiz muito por ti, e orgulho.me de o ter feito!&lt;br /&gt;Tavas mal e eu lá estava para te ajudar...mesmo nos momentos q só Deus sabe o que custava ouvir.te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei.te o melhor q tenho e que sei dar, o meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter comigo o mais bonito presente q alguma vez dei a alguem!&lt;br /&gt;Gostava pq fui tao feliz ao concebe.lo, fui tao feliz por ver o teu sorriso quando o viste, fui tao feliz por saber q te fazia feliz, mesmo nao estando ctg cmo queria no momento, e tu comigo!&lt;br /&gt;Porque que deixamos de lado aquilo que nos uniu desde pequenino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos outros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre os outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais, a pessoa com quem estavas, as diferenças das nossas vidas, a tua rebeldia, a minha teimosia, o meu orgulho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos passar, e hoje temos o resultado de nunca termos pensado no nosso bem estar em prol dos outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estamos nas nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço a Deus para um dia poder encontrar.te e me responderes a todos estes "porquês"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Uma coisa não há porquês,e Deus e quem esteve conosco sabe, abdiquei muitas vezes da minha paz interior para te fazer feliz, não sei se o fizes.te por mim, mas ñunca fiz nem faço nada para me devolverem faço porque me sinto bem por o fazer, e me sentia muito mas muito bem por te fazer bem!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o fiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei.te como nunca amei ninguem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a ti, por me teres feito uma apaixonada, uma apaixonada pela vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHd4tUX4c1I/AAAAAAAAALM/bgQ848Ufz-4/s1600-h/A30+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHd4tUX4c1I/AAAAAAAAALM/bgQ848Ufz-4/s400/A30+162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775012917703506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me embora daqui por uns tempos, vou sentir muita a vossa falta, muita mesma!Sem voces a minha vida neste momento era um filme de terror ou algo parecido, mas convosco por perto torna-se uma serie super comica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de voces,por voces dou a minha vida, obrigada por todos os bocadinhos desperdiçados, da vossa vida, com esta amiga que vos adora,mas q ultimamente nem amiga tem sabido ser! Desculpem-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6474379951122389295?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6474379951122389295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6474379951122389295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6474379951122389295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6474379951122389295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-te-vejo-faz-semanas.html' title='Fui'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHd2s2EQ8MI/AAAAAAAAALE/Rcb8qXUUsWU/s72-c/pipo%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1880778956920630976</id><published>2008-07-08T02:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:03:02.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Operação stop- ericeira</title><content type='html'>=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1880778956920630976?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1880778956920630976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1880778956920630976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1880778956920630976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1880778956920630976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/operao-stop-ericeira.html' title='Operação stop- ericeira'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6558559918074292175</id><published>2008-07-06T05:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:55:35.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHBIhGhhANI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qTQ4WAcIXzE/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHBIhGhhANI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qTQ4WAcIXzE/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219751701646475474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos bocadinhos como estes, enchem o meu coração de coisas boas...!&lt;br /&gt;Já vos disse q vos adoro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinário como em poucos meses, se formou algo que ja existia de uma outra forma, diferente eu diria; formou.se algo único e inexplicavel;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que pessoas tao diferentes conseguem formar uma Família, como é a nossa?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que formamos uma Família.&lt;br /&gt;Uma Família como que em tds, tem divergencias e problemas, mas que junta consegue tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que vamos conseguir tudo, o que queremos, sempre juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizias que são das coisas mais importantes da tua vida!Sem dúvida, sem vocês o que era de mim neste preciso momento???(estaria a dormir, nao é vdd?loooool)estaria vivinha da silva, claro, mas não com a vitalidade e com o meu sorriso que ultimamente está adormecido,mas que convosco acorda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel convosco nao soltar uma boa gargalhada!&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel convosco conter as lágrimas!&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel convosco nao dizer a verdade!&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel convosco não sentir a alegria imensa que vive dentro do meu coração, por vos ter como amigos...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6558559918074292175?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6558559918074292175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6558559918074292175' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6558559918074292175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6558559918074292175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/famlia.html' title='Família'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SHBIhGhhANI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qTQ4WAcIXzE/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4944466803390716790</id><published>2008-07-01T12:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:23:09.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>algarve 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGoY6vetNxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JZzQwctGMWI/s1600-h/IMG_4078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGoY6vetNxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JZzQwctGMWI/s400/IMG_4078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218010515718878994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algarve a chegar.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão ser as melhores férias...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4944466803390716790?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4944466803390716790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4944466803390716790' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4944466803390716790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4944466803390716790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/algarve-chegar.html' title='algarve 2008'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGoY6vetNxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JZzQwctGMWI/s72-c/IMG_4078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-787414343781280110</id><published>2008-06-28T13:18:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:31:27.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>28 de junho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGY0BbkAXRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6u7jfEjY80I/s1600-h/jobrili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGY0BbkAXRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6u7jfEjY80I/s400/jobrili.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216914417538587922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dificil pensar no que foi, no que é e no que será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te vejo...não te posso dar aquele abraço q só tu sabes q é meu...&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo,depois de tudo e tanto como é q é possivel chegar onde cheguei, onde chegamos...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida é mesmo assim, feita de encontros e desencontros...!&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de saber, que um dia ainda nos vamos encontrar nesta estrada...,não sei se se virá a dar, mas eu gostava! é do mais sincero que tenho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te disser que é muito dificil, passar este dia longe de ti, não estarei a mentir; sabes que mentirosa nunca fui! Que por mais mentiras que possam ter surgido, eu fui sempre Eu, sempre aquela que conheces.te, que eu até acredito que gostas.te, aquela que estava lá sempre ctg quando mais precisavas! Estive sempre ctg...Foram 4anos, muito ano para mim para hoje conseguir estar bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos invejavam, outros davam valor, outros perguntavam-se "como é possivel?"; eu pergunto hoje:porquÊ?&lt;br /&gt;Era algo dificil de perceber, mas que para mim era simples e transparente como a água, era algo de que me orgulhava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto pena, uma pena enorme...porque eu nunca me vou esquecer de ti, porque para mim, hoje és uma pessoa importante, que estará para sempre no meu coração, porque principalmente, quando estou mal sinto, que estavas lá sempre...e agora nem sequer estás aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, estou bem com quem estou, e desejo muito sinceramente que tu também estejas e que não sintas nunca, deste algo que se foi, e muito provavelmente não voltará mais, desejo-te o melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Joana Filipa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-787414343781280110?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/787414343781280110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=787414343781280110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/787414343781280110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/787414343781280110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='28 de junho'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGY0BbkAXRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6u7jfEjY80I/s72-c/jobrili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4843759566939604762</id><published>2008-06-26T14:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:01:54.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vós,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGObwB7oYcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IDoxQjhgOK4/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGObwB7oYcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IDoxQjhgOK4/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184042879738306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a janela acabou por se fechar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está frio...&lt;br /&gt;Corpos gelados, despidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço o dia com a força natural, enquanto na noite me encontro contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é bom se é mau,mas realmente é o melhor!&lt;br /&gt;O melhor da minha vida: EU!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso esquecer, mas sim posso fugir, fugir contigo, convosco...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luto, que palavra...&lt;br /&gt;GOstava de pensar que o luto é coisa do passado, que não me pertence já...gostava...Mas a realidade é dura e crua, e a verdade é q eu sou quem sempre fui e serei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim e quem gosta de mim, o entenderá, o respeitará, e até me ajudará a viver cada pedacinho da melhor maneira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzete, a ti só te posso dizer que apareces-te nao sei mt bem como e porquÊ, na altura exacta da minha vida. Momentos de dor, adernalina á flor da pele, risos, despreocupações,paixões...tudo faz parte desse mm tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que só tu me conheces tão bem...e so eu percebo cada gesto, cada olhar,cada palavra vinda e muitas vezes até inconscientemente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voces minhas mulas, so posso dizer que sao umas queridas que eu quero para sempre junto de mim!Sabem bem, o que representam na minha ainda curta vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voces meus burros, so posso dizer q somos as mulas mais sortudas deste mundo, burros como voces ja n se fazm, estao em extinção!Convosco dá para rir ate não conseguir mais, para chorar, para divertir...nunca vos quero perder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti so te posso dizer,que és e sempre seras alguem mt especial, que eu estimo e por quem faço tudo!MEsmo tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a cada um de vos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4843759566939604762?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4843759566939604762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4843759566939604762' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4843759566939604762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4843759566939604762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/obrigada.html' title='A vós,'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SGObwB7oYcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IDoxQjhgOK4/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3878153598671938846</id><published>2008-06-20T01:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:57:32.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFr_Hd1ucNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cwxRl0uN5VQ/s1600-h/tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFr_Hd1ucNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cwxRl0uN5VQ/s400/tu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213760022368907474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão fácil quando se olha para o lado...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece tao facil quando me debroço nesse lado...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão facil, quando esse tudo não é o meu lado, mas sim o Teu lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para a tv e vejo o clip de uma das musicas mais bonitas, da banda sonora de um dos filmes, com uma historia de amor mais linda: when you say nothing at all, Nothing Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo estremece...uma lágrima teima em saltar cá pa fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensações esquisitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se hei-de sorrir, chorar, gritar...Não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Vivo rodeada de pessoas lindas(arrisco-me a dizer), as mais lindas que ate hoje passaram, pela minha ainda curta vida!&lt;br /&gt;Convosco ri.o,divirto.me, ralho, passo.me, choro...Convosco faço tudo e tudo faço por vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, canta o meu adorado Bryan Adams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá.me tudo aquilo que tens medo de me dar!&lt;br /&gt;Tens medo? tenho muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;Já sofri muito...Tenho medo de sofrer de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o quê mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;-É viver. Viver o bom, o mau, tudo faz parte desse viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero morrer!Quero viver e viver é arriscar!&lt;br /&gt;Arriscar,pensando smp claro, que vou estar a fazer uma boa aposta.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde verei se foi uma boa aposta ou não. Mas prefiro fazer essa análise do que nunca a poder fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma menina apaixonada...&lt;br /&gt;Amo.te a ti e tu sabes bem quem és, sem ti nada nesta vida fazia sentido!E o q é certo é q aos poucos ela vai fazendo!&lt;br /&gt;Não me reservo á mediocre felicidade, que possa ter,quero mais e mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser felicissima!&lt;br /&gt;Impossível?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez,mas e entao a parte do sonhar ficava onde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é tão bom...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sonhar,mas sempre acordada!&lt;br /&gt;Acordada?- perguntam voces.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, aí eu escolho os meus proprios sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu quem faz as minhas escolhas!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém as faz por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas influências?&lt;br /&gt;Quem não as tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu decido e um dia destes decidi sonhar:&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei Eu, Tu, a Constança e o Martim, numa casa de dimensão suficiente, para estarmos rodeados dos nossos amigos, daqueles que estarao conosco até ao fim, a rir e a desfrutar o que de melhor a vida tem: VIVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3878153598671938846?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3878153598671938846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3878153598671938846' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3878153598671938846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3878153598671938846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFr_Hd1ucNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cwxRl0uN5VQ/s72-c/tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1159901264299027222</id><published>2008-06-19T00:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:50:00.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amigo homem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFmgZ4VVSUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RafVU4vx9uY/s1600-h/A30+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFgOsRGyaKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NAEf1tfrJTE/s400/foste+t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212932722350254242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada colorida,&lt;br /&gt;Uma historia tao vivida,&lt;br /&gt;Um livro aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Fostu tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade a toda a hora,&lt;br /&gt;nao me mata,&lt;br /&gt;Mas devora os meus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao te vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nem fugir de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Amar as vezes faz doer...&lt;br /&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras pedra preciosa,&lt;br /&gt;sensatez,&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;despertou em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas o dom de seduzir,&lt;br /&gt;o dom de amar,&lt;br /&gt;e persistir,&lt;br /&gt;na minha ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao te vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nem fugir de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Amar as vezes faz doer...&lt;br /&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a paixao e a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Foi tao dificil pa mim.&lt;br /&gt;Se te magoei,&lt;br /&gt;nao foi por mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda espero por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia um sinal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tao bom olhar para tras,&lt;br /&gt;Recordar,&lt;br /&gt;e passar em tantos sitios...&lt;br /&gt;Que eram nossos!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho o teu anel,&lt;br /&gt;da cor da tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;e desse beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Que era meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao te vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nem fugir de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Amar as vezes faz doer...&lt;br /&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao te vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nem fugir de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Amar as vezes faz doer...&lt;br /&gt;Amor faz-me pensar em ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8635495437460555369?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8635495437460555369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8635495437460555369' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8635495437460555369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8635495437460555369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-estrada-colorida-uma-historia-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFgOsRGyaKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NAEf1tfrJTE/s72-c/foste+t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4927310421609252309</id><published>2008-06-11T22:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:12:21.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Força!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFA_ZPIrKVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BxLOUMWhfCs/s1600-h/DSC07259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFA_ZPIrKVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BxLOUMWhfCs/s400/DSC07259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210734471659858258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amante...a minha mula...eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com toda esta força, vamos longe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venero-vos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4927310421609252309?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4927310421609252309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4927310421609252309' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4927310421609252309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4927310421609252309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/fora.html' title='Força!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SFA_ZPIrKVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BxLOUMWhfCs/s72-c/DSC07259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1675117064411754956</id><published>2008-06-04T00:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:06:38.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um dia, tu, Foste Tu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SEXZSOwpnfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zUD_cYLqTIo/s1600-h/para+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SEXZSOwpnfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zUD_cYLqTIo/s400/para+ti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207807451346869746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1675117064411754956?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1675117064411754956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1675117064411754956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1675117064411754956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1675117064411754956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-dia-tu-foste-tu.html' title='um dia, tu, Foste Tu!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SEXZSOwpnfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zUD_cYLqTIo/s72-c/para+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8315787896435530056</id><published>2008-06-01T23:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:13:53.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Köln05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SEMqSmY59eI/AAAAAAAAAJc/I9T3u_nxsD4/s1600-h/koln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SEMqSmY59eI/AAAAAAAAAJc/I9T3u_nxsD4/s400/koln.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207052093201446370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo volta, volta...Como tenho saudades!&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8315787896435530056?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8315787896435530056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8315787896435530056' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8315787896435530056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8315787896435530056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/kln05.html' title='Köln05'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SEMqSmY59eI/AAAAAAAAAJc/I9T3u_nxsD4/s72-c/koln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3991832672016986177</id><published>2008-05-25T02:32:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:20:36.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luvas de borracha .'/><title type='text'>Luvas na mão não,no Pilão !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6wTPLCoYkRM/SDjB0CCTd4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AbOE1mbRZLQ/s1600-h/DSC06346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204122469070501762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6wTPLCoYkRM/SDjB0CCTd4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AbOE1mbRZLQ/s320/DSC06346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto ja não é o que era! Mudam-se os tempos,mudam as vontades,e os métodos! Apesar de se apelar pelo uso do preservativo,há quem continue a não andar prevenido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine que,nesta pacata Malveira,depois de ver a jogada dos nossos prediletos bonecos,depois de ser mandada parar plos senhores agentes da autoridade(que me desculparam 120 euros da falta do cinto no banco traseiro)-Porreiraços-fui conhecer o lado exterior da tão recatada "casa de meninas" da nossa Malveira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual não é o meu espanto quando,em regresso a casa,se vê algo a sair pela janela do carro da frente! Uma luva! Esta luva estava,como direi, espermatizada! É uma deficiencia nascer com dois sexos,mas ja aconteceu, mas com cinco é impossivel! Julgo eu,na minha ignorante ignorância! Mas a realidade é esta,ja se faz sexo com luvas de borracha! Pior que o jabardolas trabalhar sem luvas e coçar os tomates enquanto serve ao balcão é haver alguem neste mundo com um espírito tão moderno e inovador que ja não gasta dinheiro nas camisinhas,veste as luvas! Pior que levar uma vida de húmilde e pacáto cidadão Espanhol,deixando a mulher(e quem sabe filhos) em casa á noite para ir ás meninas,é deixar vestigios nas ruas! Mandar lixo para o chão,em plena via pública, ja é suficiente mau,mas aquele tipo de lixo é nojento! E que tal faze-lo na sua terra? É so atravessar a fronteira,VP Espanha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A velha piada do "Ah e tal é com um saco de plástico" não esta fora de questão na mente deste homem,apenas não surgiu oportunidade,ou então escapou-me essa parte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Té'amanheeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3991832672016986177?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3991832672016986177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3991832672016986177' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3991832672016986177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3991832672016986177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/luvas-na-mo-nono-pilo.html' title='Luvas na mão não,no Pilão !'/><author><name>Joaninha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08898180307883853120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6wTPLCoYkRM/SDjB0CCTd4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AbOE1mbRZLQ/s72-c/DSC06346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-881425491622329192</id><published>2008-05-24T20:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:27:04.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia, o dia ir-te-á sorrir=)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SDhpmdqJJqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/y0HFmCVq_0o/s1600-h/llixo+no+lixo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SDhpmdqJJqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/y0HFmCVq_0o/s400/llixo+no+lixo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204025478943942306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder fechar os olhos e não mais abri-los, pois só assim perceberia que não estás ao meu lado…Queria poder dormir e não sentir a falta do calor do teu corpo e do bem-estar que os teus carinhos me fazem…Queria poder pensar em ti e não sentir tantas saudades, então não veria o quanto a tua ausência dói…Queria poder ver-te e não sentir que te perdi, que te perdi por nunca me amares…Queria poder ouvir-te, ouvir-te chamar o meu nome… Mas não ouço, o vazio da solidão ocupa o espaço da tua voz…Queria poder sentir o teu perfume e não sentir vontade de te abraçar, pois sempre adorei o cheiro da tua pele…Queria poder acariciar-te, acariciar o teu rosto, o teu corpo e não descobrir que não estás ao meu alcance…Queria poder abraçar-te e não sentir que me fazes falta…Queria poder beijar-te e não sentir que tudo acabou, pois sei que o teu amor não me pertence…Queria poder gritar, gritar até não poder mais e não saber o porquê de tal atitude, mas não posso… Pois sei que tudo o que quero é livrar-me da dor que se aloja no meu peito…Queria poder chorar e não perceber que choro por ti, mas não consigo…Sabes o que eu realmente queria?!Queria simplesmente ter a certeza que algum dia vou conseguir deixar de te amar da mesma forma como te amo, pois só assim poderei unir os pedaços de um coração que busca o verdadeiro amor: aquele em que se ama e se é amado plenamente!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-881425491622329192?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/881425491622329192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=881425491622329192' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/881425491622329192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/881425491622329192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-dia-o-dia-ira-te-sorrir_24.html' title='Um dia, o dia ir-te-á sorrir=)*'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SDhpmdqJJqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/y0HFmCVq_0o/s72-c/llixo+no+lixo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3383719536337657688</id><published>2008-05-18T14:43:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:15:42.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SDAy6n3wTJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N6D48qpn1uU/s1600-h/Acm+x+olivais_17maio08+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SDAy6n3wTJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N6D48qpn1uU/s400/Acm+x+olivais_17maio08+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201713552329559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos Muitos Parabéns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitória bem merecida, amei!Ou nao tivessem levado o meu clube do coração ao topo dos topos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a taça já cá canta!heheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah e parabens ao meu amante do meu coração!!!Tudo mas tudo tudo de bom!&lt;br /&gt;adoro.te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3383719536337657688?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3383719536337657688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3383719536337657688' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3383719536337657688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3383719536337657688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/muitos-muitos-parabns-vitria-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SDAy6n3wTJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N6D48qpn1uU/s72-c/Acm+x+olivais_17maio08+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7743498480495175214</id><published>2008-04-29T22:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:36:26.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SBeZQyIBSvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H9FtgbqOWl8/s1600-h/DSC04762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SBeZQyIBSvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H9FtgbqOWl8/s320/DSC04762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194789208807525106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola ola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho estado ausente, por motivos técnicos, mas não só...&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei se é da primavera se é das alterações climatericas que o nosso mundo tem vindo a sofre...isto anda tudo louco!&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas cada vez me surpreendem mais!Umas po bem, outras infelizmente pelo mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde andas meu Deus?&lt;br /&gt;estou a precisar muito da tua paz...e eu e todos nos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos aqueles q gosto e q hoje estao junto a mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7743498480495175214?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7743498480495175214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7743498480495175214' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7743498480495175214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7743498480495175214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/SBeZQyIBSvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/H9FtgbqOWl8/s72-c/DSC04762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4035424874594762383</id><published>2008-04-10T12:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:34:46.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só nós dois é que sabemos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R_3-AGoN1fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/50MMv8eQzFE/s1600-h/quadro+e+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R_3-AGoN1fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/50MMv8eQzFE/s400/quadro+e+eu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187581623533426162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque talvez o mundo esteja em desacordo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque talvez o mundo nao goste de ver as pessoas bem.&lt;br /&gt;Porque talvez nao te tenhas ido embora.&lt;br /&gt;sim, só nós dois é que sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Só nós dois é que sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto nos queremos bem&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é que sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois e mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois compreendemos &lt;br /&gt;Este amor triste e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor acontece&lt;br /&gt;Não pede licença ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, abraça-me... beija-me&lt;br /&gt;Encosta o teu peito ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o que vai na rua&lt;br /&gt;Vem ser minha e eu serei teu&lt;br /&gt;Que falem não nos interessa&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não nos importa&lt;br /&gt;O nosso mundo começa&lt;br /&gt;Cá dentro da nossa porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é compreendemos&lt;br /&gt;O calor dos nossos beijos&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é que sofremos&lt;br /&gt;As torturas e os desejos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver o presente&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual a vida nos dá&lt;br /&gt;O que reserva o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Só deus sabe o que será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, abraça-me... beija-me&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4035424874594762383?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4035424874594762383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4035424874594762383' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4035424874594762383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4035424874594762383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-talvez-o-mundo-esteja-desacordo.html' title='Só nós dois é que sabemos.'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R_3-AGoN1fI/AAAAAAAAAI8/50MMv8eQzFE/s72-c/quadro+e+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2888657351068857248</id><published>2008-04-03T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:05:09.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu mundo .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-81.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009221380993&amp;amp;site=widget-81.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009221380993&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p1/2305843009221380993/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009221380993&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p2/2305843009221380993/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2888657351068857248?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2888657351068857248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2888657351068857248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2888657351068857248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2888657351068857248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-meu-mundo_03.html' title='O meu mundo .'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-334236974465508223</id><published>2008-03-31T23:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:38:24.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ver.te amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R_F12IWFWTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7VWlXqfQizc/s1600-h/euuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R_F12IWFWTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7VWlXqfQizc/s400/euuuuu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184054218893646130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero é viver.... Se tens medo da dor, vem ver o que o amor. Sen sabes perdoar, vem ver o q e amar. Para ver.te amanhecer! Para ver.te amanhecer! ... Quero ver-te amanhecer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-334236974465508223?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/334236974465508223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=334236974465508223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/334236974465508223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/334236974465508223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/quero-verte-amanhecer.html' title='Quero ver.te amanhecer'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R_F12IWFWTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7VWlXqfQizc/s72-c/euuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6281779200698485731</id><published>2008-03-25T00:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:58:08.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R-hN_oWFWSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lkD7eSQoG0s/s1600-h/A30+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R-hN_oWFWSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lkD7eSQoG0s/s320/A30+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181477126846896418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és tão dificil de perceber...&lt;br /&gt;Passam.se dias e dias que nao te sinto...&lt;br /&gt;De repente, apareces e derrubas,tudo o que até então consegui construir...&lt;br /&gt;Fazes.me sentir bem, mas por vezes também a pior do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Dás.m uma amiga q esta sempre comigo,obrigada...&lt;br /&gt;Depois aparecem outras também amigas, que são muitas vezes pilares da minha vida, obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fim o que me das verdadeiramente?&lt;br /&gt;Bom ou Mau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero de uma vez por todas ser muito feliz,e quero q estejas aqui comigo, porque sem ti, ninguem pode ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero.te!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6281779200698485731?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6281779200698485731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6281779200698485731' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6281779200698485731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6281779200698485731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/amor.html' title='Amor:'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R-hN_oWFWSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lkD7eSQoG0s/s72-c/A30+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7109320571774476226</id><published>2008-03-21T12:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:41:14.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Tanto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R-O654WFWRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ybQ0DUz-CfI/s1600-h/%C3%A9s+td!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R-O654WFWRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ybQ0DUz-CfI/s320/%C3%A9s+td!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180189499946522898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tudo o que se passou, tudo o que se passa, resume-se ao tanto que somos, ao tanto que temos. Tudo é fruto de algo, esse tanto resulta desse tudo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa muito feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7109320571774476226?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7109320571774476226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7109320571774476226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7109320571774476226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7109320571774476226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/tanto.html' title='Tanto.'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R-O654WFWRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ybQ0DUz-CfI/s72-c/%C3%A9s+td!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6352873617228558080</id><published>2008-03-12T22:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:19:35.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9hV-PO0TaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JGnzGSv-RUw/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9hV-PO0TaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JGnzGSv-RUw/s400/eu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176982299391315362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amor rebelde&lt;br /&gt;Amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;Amor da pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Amor distante&lt;br /&gt;Amor de olhos&lt;br /&gt;Amor de amante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor de inverno&lt;br /&gt;Amor de verão&lt;br /&gt;Amor que rouba&lt;br /&gt;Como um ladrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Amor não amado&lt;br /&gt;Amor que aparece&lt;br /&gt;Amor descartado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor despido&lt;br /&gt;Amor ausente &lt;br /&gt;Amor de corpo&lt;br /&gt;E sangue, bem quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor adulto &lt;br /&gt;Amor pensado&lt;br /&gt;Amor sem insulto&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca, nunca tocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor secreto&lt;br /&gt;De cheiro intenso&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão próximo&lt;br /&gt;Amor de incenso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor que mata&lt;br /&gt;Amor que mente&lt;br /&gt;Amor que nada, mas nada&lt;br /&gt;Te faz contente, me faz contente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor tão fraco&lt;br /&gt;Amor não assumido&lt;br /&gt;Amor de quarto &lt;br /&gt;Que faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca, talvez&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba de vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor de certezas&lt;br /&gt;Que não trará dor&lt;br /&gt;Amor que afinal&lt;br /&gt;É amor, &lt;br /&gt;Sem amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é tudo, &lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto&lt;br /&gt;E nada disto&lt;br /&gt;Para tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É acabar de maneira igual&lt;br /&gt;E recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Um amor diferente&lt;br /&gt;Sempre, para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será?&lt;br /&gt;Gostava...&lt;br /&gt;é tudo diferente agora?&lt;br /&gt;Creio que sim...&lt;br /&gt;será por ti?&lt;br /&gt;Por nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijinho=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6352873617228558080?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6352873617228558080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6352873617228558080' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6352873617228558080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6352873617228558080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-sempre.html' title='Para sempre'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9hV-PO0TaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JGnzGSv-RUw/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-801134650594588284</id><published>2008-03-07T19:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:04:02.462Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9GeZvO0TZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/60gWtP1xjq0/s1600-h/um+dia+beijo-t+a+meio+de+uma+frase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9GeZvO0TZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/60gWtP1xjq0/s400/um+dia+beijo-t+a+meio+de+uma+frase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175091611837943186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia em vão no jogo em que ninguém ganhou&lt;br /&gt;Dá mais cartas, baixa a luz e vem esquecer o amor&lt;br /&gt;És tu quem quer&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu quem não quer ver que o tudo é tão maior&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está frio demais para apostar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê que a noite pode ser tão pouco como nós&lt;br /&gt;Neste quarto o tempo é medo e o medo faz-nos sós&lt;br /&gt;És tu quem quer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu só sei ver que o tempo já passou e eu fugi&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui está frio demais para me sentir... mas queres&lt;br /&gt;ficar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queres levar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu&lt;br /&gt;Não sei largar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem rasgar o escuro desta chuva que sujou!&lt;br /&gt;Vem que a água vai lavar o que me dói!&lt;br /&gt;Vem que nem o último a cair vai perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijinho*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-801134650594588284?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/801134650594588284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=801134650594588284' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/801134650594588284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/801134650594588284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9GeZvO0TZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/60gWtP1xjq0/s72-c/um+dia+beijo-t+a+meio+de+uma+frase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4286213559669345807</id><published>2008-03-06T20:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:09:57.544Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9BVYDGv02I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MPcLNYwzz9k/s1600-h/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9BVYDGv02I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MPcLNYwzz9k/s400/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174729843487527778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estás aki tu, e tu também...&lt;br /&gt;afastas.t tu...&lt;br /&gt;e de ti ja nem sei nd...&lt;br /&gt;se formos falar de ti,apenas te vejo ao longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é muito triste, mas ao mesmo tempo é muito bom poder contar contigo e contigo e até talvez contigo, que entras-t na minha vida e me fizes.t acreditar que sou linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijinho*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4286213559669345807?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4286213559669345807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4286213559669345807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4286213559669345807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4286213559669345807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/ests-aki-tu-e-tu-tambm.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R9BVYDGv02I/AAAAAAAAAIE/MPcLNYwzz9k/s72-c/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8091444301528974587</id><published>2008-02-28T22:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:35:17.448Z</updated><title type='text'>"Carneira"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R8c2eMmZQdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Hr1aPoeAF5M/s1600-h/Brigida+Louren%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R8c2eMmZQdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Hr1aPoeAF5M/s400/Brigida+Louren%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172162589464543698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARNEIRO: o Diabo de desafio enérgico.&lt;br /&gt;Aventureiro e espontâneo. &lt;br /&gt;Confiante e entusiástico.&lt;br /&gt;Divertido. &lt;br /&gt;Ama um desafio. &lt;br /&gt;EXTREMAMENTE impaciente.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes egoísta. &lt;br /&gt;Fusível curto (enfurece facilmente). &lt;br /&gt;Vivido, inteligência apaixonada e afiada. &lt;br /&gt;Gosta de sair. &lt;br /&gt;Perde interesse depressa - facilmente entediado. &lt;br /&gt;Egoístico. &lt;br /&gt;Corajoso e afirmativo. &lt;br /&gt;Tende a ser físico e atlético. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será assim?&lt;br /&gt;Que dizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquele Beijinho*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8091444301528974587?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8091444301528974587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8091444301528974587' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8091444301528974587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8091444301528974587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/carneiro-o-diabo-de-desafio-enrgico.html' title='&quot;Carneira&quot;'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R8c2eMmZQdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Hr1aPoeAF5M/s72-c/Brigida+Louren%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7398311908715430165</id><published>2008-02-27T14:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:22:32.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R8Vw7cmZQcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ifcli5PPDn0/s1600-h/Algarve+2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R8Vw7cmZQcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ifcli5PPDn0/s400/Algarve+2007+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171663913696707010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu deixas em mim, tanto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo a todos aqueles q amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite não tem braços&lt;br /&gt;Que te impeçam de partir,&lt;br /&gt;Nas sombras do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Há mil sonhos por cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quanto tempo fomos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se te trago em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Sei do vento onde te invento, assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é luz da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o que resta em nós,&lt;br /&gt;Sei das ruas que corremos sós,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixas em mim &lt;br /&gt;Tanto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Matam-me os dias,&lt;br /&gt;As mãos vazias de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada ainda é longa,&lt;br /&gt;Cem quilómetros de chão,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a espera não tem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Há distâncias sem perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quanto tempo fomos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se te trago em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Sei do vento onde te invento, assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é luz da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o que resta em nós,&lt;br /&gt;Sei das ruas que corremos sós,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixas em mim&lt;br /&gt;Tanto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Matam-me os dias,&lt;br /&gt;As mãos vazias de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegas escondida,&lt;br /&gt;Perdes nas mãos o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Beijas-me um sopro de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco abraça o porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixas em mim&lt;br /&gt;Tanto de ti, &lt;br /&gt;Matam-me os dias,&lt;br /&gt;As mãos vazias de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7398311908715430165?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7398311908715430165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7398311908715430165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7398311908715430165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7398311908715430165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/porque-tu-deixas-em-mim-tanto-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R8Vw7cmZQcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ifcli5PPDn0/s72-c/Algarve+2007+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4364469592910127194</id><published>2008-02-20T00:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:41:10.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R7t27smZQbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i7wG5uKgOx0/s1600-h/bolinhas+saltitonas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R7t27smZQbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i7wG5uKgOx0/s400/bolinhas+saltitonas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168855765294334386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a primeira vez que te conheci não te liguei, da segunda vez q te vi muito menos,mas algo despertou dentro de mim e fui á tua procura!&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te e apaixonei.me, ó chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4364469592910127194?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4364469592910127194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4364469592910127194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4364469592910127194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4364469592910127194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R7t27smZQbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i7wG5uKgOx0/s72-c/bolinhas+saltitonas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2459538507969784291</id><published>2008-02-15T12:39:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:22:54.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Conflito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R7WRjMmZQaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8gR19mplg4A/s1600-h/IMG_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R7WRjMmZQaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8gR19mplg4A/s320/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167196181341225378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olho para trás e nao te vejo...nao sei o que se está a passar comigo...nao encontro razões para isto me estar a passar pela cabeça,corpo, sangue....não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q começo a entrar num conflito comigo mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para variar começo a sentir algo que não quero!&lt;br /&gt;Rejeito, mas ao mesmo tempo tento nao faze.lo. A ultima vez q o fiz apaixonei.m loucamente,e a ultuima contagem que fizs, marcava já 5 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero e nem posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não podes pq?"- perguntam voces!&lt;br /&gt;Porque não quero.&lt;br /&gt;"e não queres pq...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro resposta suficientemente coerente para vos dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto dar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto enviar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto partilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amas-me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2459538507969784291?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2459538507969784291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2459538507969784291' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2459538507969784291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2459538507969784291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/olho-para-trs-e-nao-te-vejo.html' title='Conflito'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R7WRjMmZQaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8gR19mplg4A/s72-c/IMG_6066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7050107477742069330</id><published>2008-02-06T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:50:24.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R6kONzqvr-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ud0v2uM1WOw/s1600-h/mudan%C3%A7a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R6kONzqvr-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ud0v2uM1WOw/s400/mudan%C3%A7a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163674078127566818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes ultimos tempos nao tem sido faceis...&lt;br /&gt;Estes ultimos tempos tem sido de mudança!&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de ares,&lt;br /&gt;Mudança de sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;De Mudança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom mudar,mas como tudo, tem os seus contras!&lt;br /&gt;Muda-se para melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Devia ser assim, mas não é, como tudo na vida, que tem que ser e não é!&lt;br /&gt;Confuso?&lt;br /&gt;Bastante...&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos ultimos tempos tem sido bastante confusa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diariamente sou invadida por mensagens, que nao passam de mensagens de erros insuportaveis!&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes deparo.me com mensagens de sorte e esperança!&lt;br /&gt;São poucas, mas enviam boas energias que tanto precisamos...&lt;br /&gt;São poucas!&lt;br /&gt;Poucas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia, dei por mim sem destino, completamente sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos sozinhos e por nossa conta,neste mundo???&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga q sim, nao quero acreditar nisso...tenho medo disso...fujo disso!&lt;br /&gt;Ajudas.me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia irás dar-me razao,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia irás perceber q afinal nao vives.te tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia irás compreender tudo o q aqui escrevi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7050107477742069330?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7050107477742069330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7050107477742069330' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7050107477742069330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7050107477742069330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/mudana.html' title='Mudança...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R6kONzqvr-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ud0v2uM1WOw/s72-c/mudan%C3%A7a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8440382731821582626</id><published>2007-12-25T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:26:58.828Z</updated><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R3FTAg4xpiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iD9ZMAhj3hQ/s1600-h/Dansing_Desert_______by_FredG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R3FTAg4xpiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iD9ZMAhj3hQ/s400/Dansing_Desert_______by_FredG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147987117354362402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero e pedi Paz...&lt;br /&gt;Paz para mim, e para ti!&lt;br /&gt;Paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é para ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca têm inicio&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos têm fim&lt;br /&gt;Na esquina de uma rua&lt;br /&gt;Ou num banco de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperamos&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demores tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto espero o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Cai a chuva sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Se és direito ou o avesso&lt;br /&gt;Se tu fores o meu final&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o teu começo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Nem perder&lt;br /&gt;Nem me lamentar&lt;br /&gt;Estou pronta a saltar&lt;br /&gt;De cabeça contra o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou medir&lt;br /&gt;Nem julgar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho encontro marcado&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo nem lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime j'adore&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;br /&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontrar sei que tudo se iluminará&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecerei em ti meu amor, a minha eternidade&lt;br /&gt;É que na verdade a saudade já me invade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo antes de te alcançar&lt;br /&gt;É a sede que me mata&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir o rio abraçar o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem lágrima caída&lt;br /&gt;Sou dona da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada mais nada&lt;br /&gt;De bem com a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEijinho bom=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8440382731821582626?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8440382731821582626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8440382731821582626' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8440382731821582626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8440382731821582626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/12/quero-e-pedi-paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R3FTAg4xpiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iD9ZMAhj3hQ/s72-c/Dansing_Desert_______by_FredG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1735050056975951837</id><published>2007-11-28T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:42:40.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R02oYHLukrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J6fR3m2HCiA/s1600-h/jubrili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R02oYHLukrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J6fR3m2HCiA/s400/jubrili.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137947882098168498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja o que houver,&lt;br /&gt;Venha quem vier,&lt;br /&gt;Estamos cá á espera...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre á vossa espera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1735050056975951837?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1735050056975951837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1735050056975951837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1735050056975951837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1735050056975951837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/haja-o-que-houver-venha-quem-vier.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R02oYHLukrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J6fR3m2HCiA/s72-c/jubrili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4047160540500013859</id><published>2007-11-21T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:59:09.884Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R0TF71HIzNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_1Y42pa9rEs/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R0TF71HIzNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_1Y42pa9rEs/s400/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135447106769177810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque um dia lhe disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olha pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Fica no meu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Dorme no meu abraço&lt;br /&gt;E conta comigo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estarei aqui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-se?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4047160540500013859?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4047160540500013859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4047160540500013859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4047160540500013859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4047160540500013859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/porque-um-dia-lhe-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/R0TF71HIzNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_1Y42pa9rEs/s72-c/DSC01514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4791790538387332728</id><published>2007-11-14T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:33:20.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Aromas, Gostos, Sítios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rzt_PqEpdeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UHSTogE0l_E/s1600-h/3colheres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rzt_PqEpdeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UHSTogE0l_E/s400/3colheres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132836107287360994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três colheres.&lt;br /&gt;Um sabor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4791790538387332728?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4791790538387332728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4791790538387332728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4791790538387332728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4791790538387332728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/trs-colheres.html' title='Aromas, Gostos, Sítios...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rzt_PqEpdeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UHSTogE0l_E/s72-c/3colheres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6104078331209704352</id><published>2007-11-07T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:24:33.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RzHJJ3w9bHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0YEpYJmHd-Y/s1600-h/IMG_6648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RzHJJ3w9bHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0YEpYJmHd-Y/s400/IMG_6648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130102621977013362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you Wanna make a Memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6104078331209704352?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6104078331209704352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6104078331209704352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6104078331209704352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6104078331209704352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/memory.html' title='Memory...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RzHJJ3w9bHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0YEpYJmHd-Y/s72-c/IMG_6648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1924705636706686499</id><published>2007-10-31T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:15:44.587Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora o que vai acontecer???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RyfI3Xw9bGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bcPeEMVAWGw/s1600-h/e+agora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RyfI3Xw9bGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bcPeEMVAWGw/s400/e+agora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127287554382326882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1924705636706686499?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1924705636706686499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1924705636706686499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1924705636706686499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1924705636706686499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-agora-o-que-vai-acontecer.html' title='E agora o que vai acontecer???'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RyfI3Xw9bGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bcPeEMVAWGw/s72-c/e+agora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3660093477619371614</id><published>2007-10-25T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:10:51.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RyEGAnw9bFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rta1j6pBPmE/s1600-h/eu+e+ela.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RyEGAnw9bFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rta1j6pBPmE/s400/eu+e+ela.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125384458668436562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque as respostas vem até nos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não desespere. A felicidade ainda existe. Está mais perto do que você imagina. O céu pode começar dentro de si. Só depende de uma coisa: da sua escolha. VocÊ pode escolher uma vida diferente, com novas metas. O caminho pode ser dificil,mas há um Amigo que pode ir consigo até ao fim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo.te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3660093477619371614?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3660093477619371614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3660093477619371614' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3660093477619371614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3660093477619371614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/10/porque-as-respostas-vem-at-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RyEGAnw9bFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rta1j6pBPmE/s72-c/eu+e+ela.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8822216389084486340</id><published>2007-10-01T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:43:35.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Srs Veteranos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RwFbV7PofUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pc_tNc0ldcs/s1600-h/tribunal,fcul,4%C2%BAdia+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RwFbV7PofUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pc_tNc0ldcs/s400/tribunal,fcul,4%C2%BAdia+(23).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116471083908234562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, senioritas e &lt;br /&gt;cabalieros e ladies and gentlemen, &lt;br /&gt;meine Damen und Herren, hey babies of the &lt;br /&gt;seventies &lt;br /&gt;Okay put your hands up in the air, die Hände in &lt;br /&gt;die Höhe &lt;br /&gt;Und everybody singing now: &lt;br /&gt;Uno, dos, tres, cuatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;I said that's the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Lord she's fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make her my oh mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;That's when I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby give me a whirl&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti adr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8822216389084486340?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8822216389084486340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8822216389084486340' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8822216389084486340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8822216389084486340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-remember-okay-senioritas-e.html' title='Srs Veteranos.'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RwFbV7PofUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pc_tNc0ldcs/s72-c/tribunal,fcul,4%C2%BAdia+(23).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7049045328526917080</id><published>2007-09-28T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:53:56.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rv1MWbPofTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1l0A5XhSYCI/s1600-h/3%C2%BAdia+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rv1MWbPofTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1l0A5XhSYCI/s400/3%C2%BAdia+(13).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115328699916909874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veterano Ovelha e Açoreano, os meus veteranos queridos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_beijinhu bom_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7049045328526917080?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7049045328526917080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7049045328526917080' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7049045328526917080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7049045328526917080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/veterano-ovelha-e-aoreano-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rv1MWbPofTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1l0A5XhSYCI/s72-c/3%C2%BAdia+(13).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2655039483114332191</id><published>2007-09-27T23:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:01:45.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rvw2HLPofSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iJHbqultKRI/s1600-h/3%C2%BAdia+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rvw2HLPofSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iJHbqultKRI/s200/3%C2%BAdia+(24).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115022773691383074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias loucos&lt;br /&gt;Dias cansativos&lt;br /&gt;Dias Quentes&lt;br /&gt;Dias muito Quentes&lt;br /&gt;Dias de muito riso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades pa caloirada, e já agr...pa NÓS TB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legenda: caloiro de inf., nody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em breve mais fotuxas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2655039483114332191?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2655039483114332191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2655039483114332191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2655039483114332191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2655039483114332191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/praxes.html' title='Praxes'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rvw2HLPofSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iJHbqultKRI/s72-c/3%C2%BAdia+(24).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5460027805751293705</id><published>2007-09-26T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:06:27.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rvqq1LPofRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oqx3GZQ63wQ/s1600-h/IMG_6449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rvqq1LPofRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oqx3GZQ63wQ/s320/IMG_6449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114588157360766226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto imenso de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a ti, dou cada passo na esperança de encontrar um dia a perfeita felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrediitaas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5460027805751293705?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5460027805751293705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5460027805751293705' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5460027805751293705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5460027805751293705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/gosto-imenso-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rvqq1LPofRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oqx3GZQ63wQ/s72-c/IMG_6449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5733682467455281305</id><published>2007-09-15T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:25:44.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnólia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86ZOUkSnGk0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86ZOUkSnGk0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;»&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando uma pessoa está mal, mais de 1 milhão de pessoas esta igual a nós (...) não somos únicos (...), mas sim parecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para: Brigida.Lourenço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5733682467455281305?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5733682467455281305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5733682467455281305' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5733682467455281305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5733682467455281305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/magnlia.html' title='Magnólia'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2184323051968897462</id><published>2007-09-13T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:53:32.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RumjPVji4mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpQ3MjP3Xuw/s1600-h/ombro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109794736108135010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RumjPVji4mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpQ3MjP3Xuw/s400/ombro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RumhEFji4kI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dSDWlgq8LSY/s1600-h/IMG_6770.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RumgvFji4jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HjHQa7Uz3IM/s1600-h/IMG_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou esquisita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É como estivesse em Tóquio, no meio de uma multidão, e como ninguém dissesse nada, sinto-me no mundo que não é o meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não conheço as pessoas, não as quero conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não conheço este mundo, que se diz, ser o mundo feito para sermos felizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peço desculpa a todos aqueles que magoo, todos estes dias, mas infelizmente não tenho sido aquela amiga exemplar, que gosto de ser...Provavelmente não te tenho sabido ouvir...DESCULPA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desculpem a ausencia do meu sorriso...da minha alegria...do meu riso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O corpo não é de ferro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje escrevo para todos vocês...Sim para ti e para ti, que diariamente me acompanham nesta luta,que é a vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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ti..'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RumjPVji4mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WpQ3MjP3Xuw/s72-c/ombro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2752143167259631398</id><published>2007-09-09T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:35:56.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RuMxmyj8t9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RNc9ret-jLg/s1600-h/pretu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107980944845617106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RuMxmyj8t9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RNc9ret-jLg/s400/pretu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;És especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque nada é por acaso, Ele colocou.te no meu caminho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque Ele sabia que eu ia precisar de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu já precisei muito de ti, em tão pouquinho tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque ela teve longe e tu tiveste de tar aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu precisei.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu preciso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me vou arrepender!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro.te=)*&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque foste, também tu, que me puseste esta musica no meu carro, e disseste que era linda, e sem saber,hoje até faz algum sentido!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Meus pés não tocam mais o chão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus olhos nao veem a minha direcçao;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a minha boca saem coisas sem sentido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois você era o meu farol e hoje estou perdido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sofrimento vem a noite sem pudor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somente o sono ameniza a minha dor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas e depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quando o dia clariar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero viver do teu sorriso do teu olhar...&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu corro pro mar para não lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o vento traz o que eu quero esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento-te explicar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos teus braços é o meu lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contemplando as estrelas, minha solidao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aperta forte o peito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é mais q uma emoçao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecido o meu orgulho pra você voltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;permaneço sem amor, sem luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem ar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhhhhhhhuhhhhhh&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;Perdi o jogo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e estive que te ver partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha alma sem motivo pra existir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ja não suporto esse vazio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero me entregar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter você para nunca mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos separar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois seu encacho perfeito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do meu coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o teu sorriso é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chama da minha paixao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é fria a madrugada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem você aqui ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no pensamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(refrao)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu ar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu chão é você..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo quando fecho os olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso-te ver!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(refrao)"&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2752143167259631398?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2752143167259631398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2752143167259631398' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2752143167259631398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2752143167259631398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RuMxmyj8t9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RNc9ret-jLg/s72-c/pretu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2305479314324099391</id><published>2007-09-05T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:27:26.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rt6Sjyj8t8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Q_shBnyPoE/s1600-h/IMG_6794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106680171050350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rt6Sjyj8t8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3Q_shBnyPoE/s400/IMG_6794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vAmos fugir???&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-894352542175685342</id><published>2007-09-04T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:13:37.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rt1k4ij8t7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wsCWKm9JxbE/s1600-h/IMG_6853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106348475021047730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rt1k4ij8t7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wsCWKm9JxbE/s400/IMG_6853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aproveita ao máximo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vou ter saudades...Já as tenho,mas sei que tás sempre aqui,num lugarzinho muito nosso...aquele!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Familia, essa coisa de eterna e constante construção....Fantástica!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabado lá vamos nós para a ramboia,certo???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onde quer que andes, aproveita cada momentinho, q eu estou cá á tua espera!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E tu, apareceste tao de repente, assim como também desapareceste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijo bom=)*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-894352542175685342?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/894352542175685342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=894352542175685342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/894352542175685342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/894352542175685342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/aproveita-ao-mximo-vou-ter-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rt1k4ij8t7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wsCWKm9JxbE/s72-c/IMG_6853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6233015024348972870</id><published>2007-09-03T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T02:23:37.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz-me acreditar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RttiCyj8t6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/MgOc2dljkSc/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105782402626402210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RttiCyj8t6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/MgOc2dljkSc/s320/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei porque me sinto assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agonia...&lt;br /&gt;Nervos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei explicar aquilo que vai dentro de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho q estou com medo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho medo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amigo diz-me para relaxar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas o meu corpo estremece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dramatizo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez, mas é a minha forma de amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De viver um dia de cada vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-me acreditar!&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa sorte~&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6233015024348972870?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6233015024348972870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6233015024348972870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6233015024348972870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6233015024348972870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/faz-me-acreditar.html' title='Faz-me acreditar!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RttiCyj8t6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/MgOc2dljkSc/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5111512781822389653</id><published>2007-08-30T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:41:29.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtdDoyj8t5I/AAAAAAAAADs/QnnvWD_76Ak/s1600-h/perfilst%C2%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104623070694127506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtdDoyj8t5I/AAAAAAAAADs/QnnvWD_76Ak/s400/perfilst%C2%AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há qualquer coisa de leve na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há qualquer coisa que aquece o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há qualquer coisa quente quando estás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa que prende&lt;br /&gt; e nos desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forma dos seus braços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre os meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre os teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexo nos teus ombros para provar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que pediste para mudar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá para sentires???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenhu saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5111512781822389653?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5111512781822389653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5111512781822389653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6080626318819294290</id><published>2007-08-28T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:06:48.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é o dia do teu aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtSetyj8t4I/AAAAAAAAADk/QWDJiKEJ-bw/s1600-h/a+minha+querida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103878787221469058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtSetyj8t4I/AAAAAAAAADk/QWDJiKEJ-bw/s400/a+minha+querida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje olho para trás, e de tudo aquilo que vejo,pouco permanece aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui, esse lugar tão fácil de preencher, mas dificil de permanecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo-te...Algo de bonito se sente por aqui....Algo que nada nem ninguem consegue explicar, dõ que se trata...É esquisito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É diferente, e só por isso,é especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estás de acordo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje quando recebi,(quer dizer ontem!ehhhh!),noticias tuas através daquele bixinho,que nos anda sempre a desencontrar, não imaginas a sensação estranha que senti...Era como eu é q tivesse a viver,o que estás a viver...Mais uma vez,foi esquisito...ESTOU FELIZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há como definir esta felicidade, parece q já perssentia isto....Ainda bem...Será desta q as coisas boas virão ao nosso encontro???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns e boa..tu sabes=)(lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6080626318819294290?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6080626318819294290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6080626318819294290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6080626318819294290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6080626318819294290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoje-o-dia-do-teu-aniversrio.html' title='Hoje é o dia do teu aniversário'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtSetyj8t4I/AAAAAAAAADk/QWDJiKEJ-bw/s72-c/a+minha+querida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8069235997954585728</id><published>2007-08-27T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:15:02.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtMfUij8t3I/AAAAAAAAADc/90A6I3gEzSQ/s1600-h/no+silencio+do+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457240476333938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtMfUij8t3I/AAAAAAAAADc/90A6I3gEzSQ/s400/no+silencio+do+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No silencio do mar,&lt;br /&gt;oiço as tuas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Gritam,&lt;br /&gt;Sussuram,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica mole e sedoso,&lt;br /&gt;com saudade...&lt;br /&gt;De Brincar,&lt;br /&gt;rir,&lt;br /&gt;tocar,&lt;br /&gt;chamar,&lt;br /&gt;de te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpreende.me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8069235997954585728?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8069235997954585728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8069235997954585728' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8069235997954585728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8069235997954585728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-silencio-do-mar-oio-as-tuas-palavras.html' title='no silêncio...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtMfUij8t3I/AAAAAAAAADc/90A6I3gEzSQ/s72-c/no+silencio+do+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-2528493249219134506</id><published>2007-08-26T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:19:09.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21=)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtFhlSj8t2I/AAAAAAAAADU/gGMg-mWrUyI/s1600-h/IMG_6118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102967146053154658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtFhlSj8t2I/AAAAAAAAADU/gGMg-mWrUyI/s320/IMG_6118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns a vocÊ&lt;br /&gt;Nesta data querida&lt;br /&gt;Muitas Felicidades&lt;br /&gt;Muitos anos de vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de festa,&lt;br /&gt;Cantam as nossas almas,&lt;br /&gt;Para o menino Pedro,&lt;br /&gt;Uma salva de palmas(podemos substituir por beijijnhus bons???)eheheheehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns musko!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo tudo que melhor há na vida...Sabes q te amo mt, e ás vezes por isso é q me irritas tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Dia muito feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo muito bom, desta prima que te adora=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-2528493249219134506?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2528493249219134506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=2528493249219134506' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2528493249219134506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/2528493249219134506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/parabns-voc-nesta-data-querida-muitas.html' title='21=)*'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RtFhlSj8t2I/AAAAAAAAADU/gGMg-mWrUyI/s72-c/IMG_6118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-7832359926465031162</id><published>2007-08-24T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:50:37.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Repetimos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rs7TWij8t1I/AAAAAAAAADM/yDrryFf5DGk/s1600-h/IMG_6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102247812045518674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rs7TWij8t1I/AAAAAAAAADM/yDrryFf5DGk/s400/IMG_6709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes q mais, acho q "repetimos" é a melhor palavra para descrever esta escapadela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pouco?Talvez...mas bastante compensador!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Shot vigor magro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pasta dentrifica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Camisa cinza ou shirt rosa!&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;Mt mas mt vh1....e porque hj inda n ouvimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your hometown&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;Be with myself in center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We got some straightening out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their&lt;br /&gt;blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The path that I'm walking, I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps til I'm full grown,full&lt;br /&gt;grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending do they&lt;br /&gt;And I forseek the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We got some straightening out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their&lt;br /&gt;blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'cause I wanna hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret&lt;br /&gt;worlds&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself in center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We got some straightening out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their&lt;br /&gt;blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da"&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinho bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-7832359926465031162?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7832359926465031162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=7832359926465031162' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7832359926465031162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/7832359926465031162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/antes-q-mais-acho-q-repetimos-melhor.html' title='&quot;Repetimos&quot;'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rs7TWij8t1I/AAAAAAAAADM/yDrryFf5DGk/s72-c/IMG_6709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4186450694568551673</id><published>2007-08-21T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:49:31.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsrtOij8t0I/AAAAAAAAADE/21qEAYCsruA/s1600-h/amo.te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101150362002044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsrtOij8t0I/AAAAAAAAADE/21qEAYCsruA/s400/amo.te.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Porque nós ainda estamos aqui...«&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've been to the top, we've been to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;We've known everything and forgotten, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You've kicked me around, you've wrapped me in cotton&lt;br /&gt;You've carried our load and you've shot them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've argued by the baggage claim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've accepted and we've laid blame&lt;br /&gt;We've drank Sangthip in monsoonal rain&lt;br /&gt;We've felt separate and we've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've shared joy and we've shared pain&lt;br /&gt;We've shared guilt and we've shared shame&lt;br /&gt;We've bought into teh stupid games&lt;br /&gt;We've freed each offer and we laid claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the butterflies are still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we came from the same cocoon"&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;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4186450694568551673?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4186450694568551673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4186450694568551673' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4186450694568551673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4186450694568551673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/porque-ns-ainda-estamos-aqui.html' title='Borboletas...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsrtOij8t0I/AAAAAAAAADE/21qEAYCsruA/s72-c/amo.te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1302986712133513835</id><published>2007-08-19T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:15:17.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsjOjSj8tzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9d_kQ0ts6F4/s1600-h/para+tras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100553683670447922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsjOjSj8tzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9d_kQ0ts6F4/s400/para+tras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rsi8OCj8tyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z57JyEBtETY/s1600-h/cabelo+e+para+tras.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pessoas e as coisas mudam, mas por vezes essas coisas n cnseguem ter um fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if i could tell the world it’s slowly fading?&lt;br /&gt;What if i could tell the world your name?&lt;br /&gt;What if i could pretend i’m fine so not to ask what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the end of our will to share&lt;br /&gt;The end of our lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause it’s the same old story&lt;br /&gt;And the same old game&lt;br /&gt;We played‘cause it’s the same old story&lt;br /&gt;And the same old gameWe played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i could tell your father you’re a failure?&lt;br /&gt;What if we learn how to fight our nature?&lt;br /&gt;What if i could just forget oh, what’s so wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the end of our day&lt;br /&gt;And there are no more delicate words left to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s the end of our lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it’s really time to go&lt;br /&gt;You know that we won’t meet again"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinho bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1302986712133513835?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1302986712133513835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1302986712133513835' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1302986712133513835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1302986712133513835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-pessoas-e-as-coisas-mudam-mas-por.html' title='Same old World'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsjOjSj8tzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9d_kQ0ts6F4/s72-c/para+tras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1232122313913070580</id><published>2007-08-16T02:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:53:28.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>XIX FexpoMalveira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsOtrij8txI/AAAAAAAAACs/zs83IZd8zSU/s1600-h/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099110166637098770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsOtrij8txI/AAAAAAAAACs/zs83IZd8zSU/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que se pode dizer desta foto?&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsOsOij8twI/AAAAAAAAACk/6JtnhcE-9cE/s1600-h/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;provavelmente Nem necessita de legenda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as nossas carinhas dizem mesmo tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dias mesmos fantásticos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada a todos os que contribuiram para que este ano, a festa se repetisse!sim pq so nos somos uma festa!é ou não pessoal???&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amei....!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pro ano, se Deus quiser, há mais... e lá estamos todos outra vez!!!&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;Viva ó beirão!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eheheheheheheheh&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;Beijinhu bom=)***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1232122313913070580?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1232122313913070580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1232122313913070580' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1232122313913070580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1232122313913070580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-que-que-se-pode-dizer-desta-foto.html' title='XIX FexpoMalveira'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RsOtrij8txI/AAAAAAAAACs/zs83IZd8zSU/s72-c/IMG_6605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5658363739611469462</id><published>2007-08-13T03:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T04:21:19.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rr_N1bzqQFI/AAAAAAAAACc/-GMpDM4MqNw/s1600-h/just+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098019621087887442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rr_N1bzqQFI/AAAAAAAAACc/-GMpDM4MqNw/s320/just+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ter-te aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo longe, mas aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tristeza invade-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma lágrima cai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tu cá estás a "limpá-la!"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo-te....forte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez...dá para todo o mundo ver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melh0r!Eu amo-te e espero q este amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim este amor dure até á minha morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;q pode ser já amnha ou agr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só Ele sabe....&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a noite vem longa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o sono tarda...&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how I used to long to break free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could just face it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one would mess with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curtains finally fellon this time of sweet delusions&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Força!estou ctg até ao fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5658363739611469462?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5658363739611469462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5658363739611469462' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5658363739611469462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5658363739611469462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/ponto-final.html' title='Ponto final'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rr_N1bzqQFI/AAAAAAAAACc/-GMpDM4MqNw/s72-c/just+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1502059513020870868</id><published>2007-08-08T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:47:30.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aquelas Laranjas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrnH0bzqQEI/AAAAAAAAACU/3f36JWvreB0/s1600-h/IMG_6497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096324156977987650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrnH0bzqQEI/AAAAAAAAACU/3f36JWvreB0/s320/IMG_6497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrnHcLzqQDI/AAAAAAAAACM/wCfKH_dpGQc/s1600-h/IMG_6486.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é tua, e tens de ser tu a vivê-la, não podes deixar que ela passe por ti, tu é que passas por ela. E quando, todas as laranjas caírem, apanha-as com cuidado, guarda-as num cesto e muda de profissão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O circo!?Esse é para quem não tem casa nem país, não é vida para ninguém. Guarda as laranjas num cesto, leva-as para casa e faz um bolo de saudades para esquecer a mágoa. E nunca deixes de sonhar que, um dia, tal como eu, vais encontrar alguém mais próximo e mais generoso que te ensine a ser feliz, mesmo com todas as pedras que encontrarem pelo caminho. Larga as laranjas e muda de vida. A vida vai mudar contigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1502059513020870868?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1502059513020870868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1502059513020870868' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1502059513020870868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1502059513020870868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/vida-tua-e-tens-de-ser-tu-viv-la-no.html' title='aquelas Laranjas...'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrnH0bzqQEI/AAAAAAAAACU/3f36JWvreB0/s72-c/IMG_6497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8720184117140828835</id><published>2007-08-07T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:56:44.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos Fugir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrfAorzqQCI/AAAAAAAAACE/94JuztTXMxk/s1600-h/rio+e+cuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095753308579708962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrfAorzqQCI/AAAAAAAAACE/94JuztTXMxk/s400/rio+e+cuba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrfAorzqQCI/AAAAAAAAACE/94JuztTXMxk/s1600-h/rio+e+cuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de fugir daqui por uns tempo???&lt;br /&gt;- sim!!! e Muita!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quando?&lt;br /&gt;- é claro que só depois da maravilhosa FexpoMalveira!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitem e divirtam.se!&lt;br /&gt;Já agora passem no restaurante, estarei lá, á vossa espera =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Deste lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;To cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pro outro lugar, baby&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde quer que você vá&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois diga Irajá, Irajá&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde eu só veja você,&lt;br /&gt;Você veja-me só&lt;br /&gt;Marajó, Marajó&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro lugar comum,&lt;br /&gt;outro lugar qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Guaporé, Guaporé.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro lugar ao sol,&lt;br /&gt;outro lugar ao sul.&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul, céu azul.&lt;br /&gt;Onde haja só meu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao seu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra outro lugar, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde haja um tobogã,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a gente escorregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Deste lugar, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;To cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue.[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pra outro lugar,baby&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde haja um tobogã&lt;br /&gt;Onde a gente escorregue&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Flores que a gente regue&lt;br /&gt;Uma banda de maçã&lt;br /&gt;Outra banda de Reggae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cansado de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que você me carregue.&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Flores que a gente regue&lt;br /&gt;Uma banda de maçã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8720184117140828835?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8720184117140828835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8720184117140828835' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8720184117140828835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8720184117140828835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/vontade-de-fugir-daqui-por-uns-tempo.html' title='Vamos Fugir'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrfAorzqQCI/AAAAAAAAACE/94JuztTXMxk/s72-c/rio+e+cuba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-6045305449846159937</id><published>2007-08-05T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:16:15.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>versão 05 e 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrW9i7zqQBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CpA9wE-gR9g/s1600-h/linguas+de+fora.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095186961307156498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrW9i7zqQBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CpA9wE-gR9g/s400/linguas+de+fora.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dias de verão, que foram os passados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um calor de me queimar os poucos neurónios, que me restam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;excelentes dias de Praia como não me lembro de ter, por estes lados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e hoje pimbas!Olho pela janela e está um dia cinzento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aparentemente triste e fadonho...&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;talvez uma musiquinha para animar a malta?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, senioritas e&lt;br /&gt;cabalieros e ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;meine Damen und Herren, hey babies of the&lt;br /&gt;seventies&lt;br /&gt;Okay put your hands up in the air, die Hände in&lt;br /&gt;die Höhe&lt;br /&gt;Und everybody singing now:&lt;br /&gt;Uno, dos, tres, cuatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey baby&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw you walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;I said that's the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Lord she's fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make her my oh mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'd be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;That's when I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby give me a whirl&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;That's when I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby give me a whirl&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;(Come on now!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody now)&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;(And now it's party time hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey baby (uh ah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know if you'll be my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é louca?so podia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em breve actualizãção de imagem, versão 07=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhu bôm=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-6045305449846159937?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6045305449846159937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=6045305449846159937' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6045305449846159937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/6045305449846159937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/dias-de-vero-que-foram-os-passados-um.html' title='versão 05 e 06'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrW9i7zqQBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CpA9wE-gR9g/s72-c/linguas+de+fora.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1003588584342113487</id><published>2007-08-01T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:53:46.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecado Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrB0DrzqQAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xBhBlq9dp7k/s1600-h/Imagem+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093698785203863554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrB0DrzqQAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xBhBlq9dp7k/s400/Imagem+330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrBzyLzqP_I/AAAAAAAAABs/WajuK6bTtDI/s1600-h/IMG_5465.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"E seja qual for o preço...não se pode fugir do amor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mais não digo...fico á espera dos vossos comentários!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1003588584342113487?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1003588584342113487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1003588584342113487' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1003588584342113487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1003588584342113487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-seja-qual-for-o-preo.html' title='Pecado Original'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RrB0DrzqQAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xBhBlq9dp7k/s72-c/Imagem+330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-8289136924534681140</id><published>2007-07-31T02:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T03:09:56.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordar é viver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rq6XsrzqP-I/AAAAAAAAABk/F2_AyCAsF9w/s1600-h/IMG_6365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093175022532050914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rq6XsrzqP-I/AAAAAAAAABk/F2_AyCAsF9w/s400/IMG_6365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want my future forget my past,&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna get with me better make it fast,&lt;br /&gt;Now don't go wasting my precious time,&lt;br /&gt;Get your act together we could be just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mt bom...gostei imenso, entao da musika de baile, ui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelações q eu diria escaldantes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amigas forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihihihihihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repetimos???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho bim=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-8289136924534681140?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8289136924534681140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=8289136924534681140' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8289136924534681140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/8289136924534681140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-want-my-future-forget-my-past-if.html' title='Recordar é viver!'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rq6XsrzqP-I/AAAAAAAAABk/F2_AyCAsF9w/s72-c/IMG_6365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-165290828627394120</id><published>2007-07-30T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:00:31.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rq3VV7zqP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/dI36rlQkYWw/s1600-h/Algarve+2007+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092961326434238418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="292" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rq3VV7zqP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/dI36rlQkYWw/s400/Algarve+2007+047.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe we'll live and learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll crash and burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, maybe you'llreturn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe another fight, maybe we won't survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll grow we never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, you and IWe're just ordinary people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't know which way to go, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause we're just ordinary people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we should take it slow~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause we're just ordinary people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we should take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it slow, slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we'll take it slow..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz sentido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeu a pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seremos pessoas normais???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-165290828627394120?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/165290828627394120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=165290828627394120' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/165290828627394120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/165290828627394120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/maybe-well-live-and-learn-maybe-well.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/Rq3VV7zqP9I/AAAAAAAAABc/dI36rlQkYWw/s72-c/Algarve+2007+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3460792238372053238</id><published>2007-07-27T17:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:08:48.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild &amp;Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqomCbzqP8I/AAAAAAAAABU/81JU7CSCL3U/s1600-h/Algarve+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091924151961796546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqomCbzqP8I/AAAAAAAAABU/81JU7CSCL3U/s400/Algarve+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just wanna live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really care about the things that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really care about what others will think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(just wanna livejust wanna live just wanna live)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna live.( just wanna live just wanna live just wanna live)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live.( just wanna live just wanna live just wanna live)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really care about the things that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( just wanna live just wanna live just wanna live)Don't really care about what others will think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna live."&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos lá todos viverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos lá aproveitar, o pouco solinho que nos ilumina lá foraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito amorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muita noiteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muita diversãooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito juizoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos do meu coração, toca a ser feliz!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEijinhu bom=)****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3460792238372053238?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3460792238372053238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3460792238372053238' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3460792238372053238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3460792238372053238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-wanna-live-dont-really-care.html' title='Wild &amp;Company'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqomCbzqP8I/AAAAAAAAABU/81JU7CSCL3U/s72-c/Algarve+2007+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-1596754870558299506</id><published>2007-07-24T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:55:56.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa do Cerco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqaFxLzqP7I/AAAAAAAAABM/9pCKMbHSuyE/s1600-h/cerco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090903508818476978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqaFxLzqP7I/AAAAAAAAABM/9pCKMbHSuyE/s400/cerco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a loucura finge que isso é normal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez nais veloz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente espera do mundo e o mundo espera de nós &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que é tempo que lhe falta pra perceber, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quem quer saber?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é tão rara... tão rara... "&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal...Mal esse que nos atormenta a todos, nem que seja só um bocadinho na vida de cada um de nós! Para haver o bem tem de haver o mal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse que me tira horas de sono;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse que me tira a felicidade que vive dentro do meu coração;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor mesmo é a paciência...É a ela que faz com que cada dia seja vivido em plena serenidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo...Esse tempo que corre...corre...não espera por mim...Cada dia passa mais rapido e quando nos apercebemos, pufff, mais uma oportunidade, mais um momento para ser feliz, nos passou ao lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa a paciência chega logo..e com ela que vou vivendo dia.a.dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bendita sejas paciência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-1596754870558299506?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1596754870558299506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=1596754870558299506' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1596754870558299506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/1596754870558299506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/enquanto-todo-mundo-espera-cura-do-mal.html' title='Casa do Cerco'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqaFxLzqP7I/AAAAAAAAABM/9pCKMbHSuyE/s72-c/cerco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-3263157282762097819</id><published>2007-07-23T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:35:59.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqU7R7zqP6I/AAAAAAAAABE/C_1Hw1wculg/s1600-h/Algarve+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090540133110398882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqU7R7zqP6I/AAAAAAAAABE/C_1Hw1wculg/s400/Algarve+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começou a 14 terminaram a 23.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um rebolar de emoções...&lt;br /&gt;As noites do costume..&lt;br /&gt;O ambiente do costume..&lt;br /&gt;Praticamente as mesmas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmo sitios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim o mesmo de sempre,&lt;br /&gt;A mesma diversao e originalidade que já nos acompanha a alguns aninhos!&lt;br /&gt;P'ro ano há mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhu bom)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-3263157282762097819?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3263157282762097819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=3263157282762097819' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3263157282762097819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/3263157282762097819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/comeou-14-terminaram-23.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RqU7R7zqP6I/AAAAAAAAABE/C_1Hw1wculg/s72-c/Algarve+2007+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-4015153525630507734</id><published>2007-07-12T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:12:31.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"As falhadas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RpV_o4bEylI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ut71m821H0Q/s1600-h/ja+se+passaram+anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086111694502283858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RpV_o4bEylI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ut71m821H0Q/s400/ja+se+passaram+anos.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passaram-se anos...mas nós continuamos a ser as mesmas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;»as mesmas pessoas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;»as mesmas meninas malandras;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;»as mesmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o mais importante continuamos as mesmas amigas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei como explicar, mas esta foto foi o começo de tudo o que somos hoje!Já viste?Começaste logo por ser madrinha e tudo!Não é para qualquer um!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo.te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As falhadas...ninguem diria q passados 4 anos, a foto fosse fazer algum sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OS falhados...o mesmo riso de sempre....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A saudade...aquela que vai deixando sempre, uma lágrima ao canto do olho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenhu saudades de ti....Tenho saudades de brincar como tu...Tenho saudades de me apaixonar como tu...Tenho saudades de viver como vives.t...Tenho saudades de ti!Mas vão sendo só saudades, pois o tempo não volta atrás,para te encontrar!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinho bom=)*&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;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-4015153525630507734?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4015153525630507734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=4015153525630507734' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4015153525630507734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/4015153525630507734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-falhadas.html' title='&quot;As falhadas&quot;'/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RpV_o4bEylI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ut71m821H0Q/s72-c/ja+se+passaram+anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643222443015648592.post-5284511572972155641</id><published>2007-07-03T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:30:38.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RomKj4bEykI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u-SzIpdrmnA/s1600-h/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082746003510315586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RomKj4bEykI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u-SzIpdrmnA/s400/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RomHcYbEyiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EIcZo0WRlDw/s1600-h/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma janela fechada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um estoro enfurrejado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma portada aberta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e Umas flores a colorir, o negro do ferro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhu bom=)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643222443015648592-5284511572972155641?l=brigidaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5284511572972155641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2643222443015648592&amp;postID=5284511572972155641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5284511572972155641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643222443015648592/posts/default/5284511572972155641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigidaaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/uma-janela-fechada-um-estoro.html' title=''/><author><name>@Bri(*'_')@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936836897114267310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_X6-X7CvYk8M/RomKj4bEykI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u-SzIpdrmnA/s72-c/~janelaa+monagasca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
