<?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-8882831791604752740</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:23:39.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ThInGs AnD FlOwERs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7084502599108651306</id><published>2009-04-12T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:52:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço de ferias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SeI3_1bt1uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YNOO05PfsKc/s1600-h/Nos+dois.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323879279319963362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SeI3_1bt1uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YNOO05PfsKc/s320/Nos+dois.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já quase passada , foi uma Páscoa pelas terras quentes de Angola. Ferias em Portugal passaram rapido (nem dei por ela acho) e estou de volta aos dias intensos de Luanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bom estar com o Arlindo e a Celia , ela sempre bem (é o que acho) - ele , já se sabe : pouco juizo e quem paga a factura? Cigarros venham eles logo pouco ou nada a fazer. Curioso que desta vez vim meio preocupada com ele - nao sei - achei-o diferente. Mais sensivel , sempre por perto , sempre preocupado , sempre agarrado. nao é costume. Mas soube bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ela , como sempre despachada , a querer ajudar da melhor forma e nao é que também já se agarra a mim?! A distância depois dá nisto. Quem diria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Algarve foi solarengo , gastronómico mas talvez tenha ficado um pouco aquém das minhas expectativas. Tinha pensado que ia ser diferente. Mais tempo para mim , para nós , um cinema , uma ida à praia. Nao aconteceu e também nao vale a pena pensar nisso. Foi bom sem ser o que estava à espera. Tive a oportunidade de te ver junto dos mais velhos , dos mais novos , outro lado teu que mal conhecia. Agora estou morta que chegues para ver se arranjamos uns dias para nós. O trabalho aqui aperta mas já só penso em ter-te de volta e sairmos os dois , para um daqueles fim de semana só nossos. Tenho saudades. Até lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7084502599108651306?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7084502599108651306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7084502599108651306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7084502599108651306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7084502599108651306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2009/04/balanco-de-ferias.html' title='Balanço de ferias'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SeI3_1bt1uI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YNOO05PfsKc/s72-c/Nos+dois.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-6044617605913156286</id><published>2009-02-22T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:38:14.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase um ano depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e continuo a viver todos estes momentos de alegria  e felicidade contigo. Continuo com aquela sensaçao estranha mas boa de que tudo estava já traçado ... penso muitas vezes nisso. Sou feliz e acredita que é por te ter ao meu lado. Fico triste quando não estas por perto (como agora). Fazes-me falta. Nao sei o que a vida nos reserva no futuro mas a minha vontade para que isto resulte persiste e o sentimento mantém-se. Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-6044617605913156286?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6044617605913156286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=6044617605913156286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6044617605913156286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6044617605913156286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2009/02/quase-um-ano-depois.html' title='Quase um ano depois'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5606117733932041648</id><published>2008-09-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:39:03.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E já la vai mais de um mês ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;....que aqui nao venho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bem que me avisaram que isto em Angola , o tempo passa rápido e nós não conseguimos fazer 1/3 do que temos para fazer. Se calhar é boa altura para fazer mais uma balanço desta minha estadia por cá. Afinal já se passaram 3 meses desde que agarrei nas malas e vim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angola continua igual a si só , sempre confusa , sempre suja , sempre alerta mas eu continuo encantada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É preciso o tal espírito é verdade para se viver aqui. Quem vem de visita e por aqui fica 1 , 2 mês , acha piada , aprende a dizer umas coisas em Angolano , vão ao Chill out ao fim de semana , vê-se umas miúdas e miúdos giros... enfim , "tá-se bem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem aqui está como eu, vê para além disso : Yogurtes que falham no supermercado (como agora com as eleiçoes) , querer comprar uma agulha para coser um botão que caiu da camisa e não há em lado nenhum (nem linhas, quanto mais!!) . Isso sim é sentir Angola da forma como ela "ainda" está. Se um dia vai ser diferente ?! Assim espero , pelo bem desta gente mas saber quando .... arrisco a dizer que se calhar nao chegarei a conhecer essa nova Angola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aos poucos , tenho vindo a habituar-me a este estilo de vida , de contenções , de alguns sacrificios . Tambem me ajuda o facto de te ter aqui ao meu lado - disponivel quando preciso , sempre pronto para me ajudar e paparicar... Acho que às vezes nem percebes o quanto isso me faz bem. As tais coisas simples .... que sabem tão bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por isso , após um mês sem aqui vir , fica o meu obrigada por tudo aquilo que tens sido para mim desde que aqui estou . Sabes que o digo do fundo do coraçao (nao me importa a frase pirosa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5606117733932041648?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5606117733932041648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5606117733932041648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5606117733932041648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5606117733932041648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-j-la-vai-mais-de-um-ms.html' title='E já la vai mais de um mês ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-2979198667197712129</id><published>2008-07-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:46:13.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos a um "break"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dia cheio este (Ufff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De manhã  num escritório , à tarde noutro , net a falhar todo o tempo , o Mourad já fora de si com a desorganização angolana , enfim ... Acabei por obrigar a equipa a fazer um break e como tal vim apresentar-lhes a minha amiga Ilda , que nos mimou com um caril de frango daqueles - adoraram , repetiram e consegui com que voltassem com outra disposição ao local de trabalho. Vou repetir isto mais vezes , ai vou , vou!! Resulta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cheia de pena que eles se vão já final da semana . Mas voltam em breve! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-2979198667197712129?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2979198667197712129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=2979198667197712129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/2979198667197712129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/2979198667197712129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/vamos-um-break.html' title='Vamos a um &quot;break&quot;?'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-6112863777762733350</id><published>2008-07-13T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:28:46.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha nova terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SHplUIMeP2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gRDBQgsVCQ4/s1600-h/Baia+Luanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222598114361098082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SHplUIMeP2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gRDBQgsVCQ4/s320/Baia+Luanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aos poucos vou sentindo que agora pertenço aqui , a esta terra de cores quentes , de frenesim constante , de meninos sujos mas sorridentes, de meninas pequenas com os seus filhos ao colo , de vendedoras de alguidar à cabeça. Vou sentindo Angola aos poucos , pois só assim nos podemos habituar a ela. Muitos nao conseguem fazê-lo e acabam por se sentir desenraizados. Eu cá estou , passo a passo , vivendo o meu dia-a-dia em Luanda . O trânsito mata-me mas o final de tarde no Baía compensa o resto e faz-me pensar que nao é mau se viver aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoje experimentei algo que há muito me apetecia fazer - coisa simples. Um passeio pela Marginal com a baía ali do lado. Soube-me bem. Domingo , tudo calmo , pouca gente e de repente até que dei comigo a tentar imaginar este mesmo passeio há uns anos atrás. Concerteza haveria mais palmeiras , menos lixo á beira mar e nao haveria rapazes a brincar de atirar garrafas de vidro á água .... Daí as vezes ter de ouvir " Mas tu gostas mesmo daquilo?!" Mas é verdade. Eu tenho a ver com este sítio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-6112863777762733350?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6112863777762733350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=6112863777762733350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6112863777762733350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6112863777762733350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/minha-nova-terra.html' title='Minha nova terra'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SHplUIMeP2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gRDBQgsVCQ4/s72-c/Baia+Luanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1245720036699399222</id><published>2008-06-22T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:29:23.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Directamente do Meco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom poder voltar ao Meco - é sem dúvida a minha praia. Por tudo : pela praia imensa , pelos petiscos , pelos pescadores que chegam de manhã com um sorriso e enquanto caminho pela praia , perguntam "Menina , vai um peixinho?!", pelo Smart que insiste entrar pela nossa casa a dentro e cheira cheira na esperanca de lhe tocar alguma coisa ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A aldeia tem o ar tranquilo que eu gosto e preciso .  Nada de grandes agitos, gente gira , boa onda. Gosto.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desta vez esta passagem pelo Meco tem um gostinho especial pois tao cedo nao volto mas tambem depois de saber o que tenho do outro lado , custa menos.  Ah e ja sabes , um dia vens aqui comigo , quero que conhecas isto... Vais adorar!! Saudades ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-1245720036699399222?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1245720036699399222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=1245720036699399222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1245720036699399222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1245720036699399222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/directamente-do-meco.html' title='Directamente do Meco'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7867715905946610212</id><published>2008-06-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:23:48.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do lado de cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tudo está igual. Lisboa continua linda e sempre cheia de luz. O trânsito já nao me incomoda (não agora) , nao há pó no ar e posso andar de vidro aberto e cabelos ao vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas simples a que não ligava mas agora começo já a dar alguma importância.  Agora  quem cá deixei e me esperava com grande ansiedade. Foi bom o reencontro no meio de abraços apertados e festas no cabelo.... Soube bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Agora ando na azáfama do costume , de quem tem mil coisas para resolver antes de partir de novo. O tempo voa, é certo. Por um lado fico triste : menos tempo para a familia , para descansar e resolver o que tenho a resolver mas existe sempre uma parte boa. E neste caso é saber que volto mais cedo para o nosso cantinho. Espero sintas tanta falta de mim como eu sinto de ti. " A gente" habitua-se e é uma chatice ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7867715905946610212?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7867715905946610212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7867715905946610212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7867715905946610212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7867715905946610212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-lado-de-c.html' title='Do lado de cá'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7542658773268758731</id><published>2008-06-10T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:08:16.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luandando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Longa ausência mas a verdade é que agora já me sinto mais em casa. Cheguei , vi-te , abracei-te .. foi bom , muito bom. A minha nova etapa de trabalho logo começou e percebi o que me espera. GRANDE desafio , projecto aliciante , de grande responsabilidade ... as dificuldades vão ser muitas , afinal nao posso esquecer o sítio onde estou. Sei que vou ter de dar muito de mim , mudar até nalgumas questões a minha forma de agir mas sei que vou ser capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E depois chego a casa , ao final da tarde , bato com a porta e deixo para trás a Luanda confusa, do trânsito infernal , das filas para tudo , dos miúdos descalços e  tenho-te só para mim. Nao que te queira ter só para mim mas sei que quando estás comigo és só meu e isso consola-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Confesso que há dias  dificeis , lembro quem está lá longe , telefono e tento não soluçar para que não percebam as saudades deste lado. Coração apertaaaaaado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas alguém o disse e  é certo: Não se pode ter tudo . E esta separação julgo que também trará coisas boas ... sinto que o meu mano está a fazer-se um Homem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu por cá vou ficando , sempre na luta que "pra frente é que é caminho" , saudosa de vocês mas sempre do teu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7542658773268758731?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7542658773268758731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7542658773268758731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7542658773268758731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7542658773268758731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/luandando.html' title='Luandando'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1382184639501213019</id><published>2008-05-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:54:48.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo dia</title><content type='html'>Assim sem mais nem quê , a verdade é que me vou já amanhã e já para ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que me vai custar os abraços de hoje mas amanhã à chegada ao 4 Fevereiro e saber que te tenho lá .... dá-me força.&lt;br /&gt;Que corra tudo bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-1382184639501213019?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1382184639501213019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=1382184639501213019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1382184639501213019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1382184639501213019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/ultimo-dia.html' title='Ultimo dia'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7541090150063088977</id><published>2008-05-08T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:21:33.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De malas feitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SCN8DVtGnJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X-Irc6wOXUo/s1600-h/Cabo+verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198134791723457682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SCN8DVtGnJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X-Irc6wOXUo/s200/Cabo+verde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mais uma viagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Decidida em cima do joelho a verdade é que lá vou de novo ... eu em Àfrica. Desta vez levo o pequeno - prometi-lhe, vou cumprir e sinto-me feliz por isso. Quanto a mim , que posso eu dizer?! Expectativas para esta viagem .... Já me falaram em despedida de solteira ...hahaha mas não é por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou aproveitar para descansar , divertir-me com o miúdo e "despedir-me" da boa vida por uns tempos. Comprometi-me a vir de lá com o "swing" no pé para depois não fazer feio na minha futura terra - Prometo aplicar-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Curioso o peso de Àfrica na minha vida ... e esta ida a Cabo Verde fez-me lembrar disso mesmo: Foi em Àfrica que me perdi em tempos e  foi também por lá que me encontrei. Que mais me estará reservado ?! Huuum ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Até meu regresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7541090150063088977?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7541090150063088977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7541090150063088977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7541090150063088977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7541090150063088977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-malas-feitas.html' title='De malas feitas'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SCN8DVtGnJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X-Irc6wOXUo/s72-c/Cabo+verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4749693421524284404</id><published>2008-04-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:00:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temos gestora ou não?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SBZI0ecNneI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9eK_UcDWpBI/s1600-h/Gestora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194419286580239842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SBZI0ecNneI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9eK_UcDWpBI/s320/Gestora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4749693421524284404?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4749693421524284404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4749693421524284404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4749693421524284404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4749693421524284404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/temos-gestora-ou-no.html' title='Temos gestora ou não?!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SBZI0ecNneI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9eK_UcDWpBI/s72-c/Gestora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4114426422571326686</id><published>2008-04-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:26:04.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há noites assim .... Não sei que me deu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SBOBkOcNndI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XziBHR8S0SI/s1600-h/Kizomba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193637254640016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SBOBkOcNndI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XziBHR8S0SI/s320/Kizomba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4114426422571326686?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4114426422571326686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4114426422571326686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4114426422571326686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4114426422571326686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-noites-assim-no-sei-que-me-deu.html' title='Há noites assim .... Não sei que me deu!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SBOBkOcNndI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XziBHR8S0SI/s72-c/Kizomba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8050808385724403458</id><published>2008-04-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:54:37.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be nice .. or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eis a questão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Já não é a primeira  nem a segunda pessoa que me vem com esta conversa... "Olha que tu não podes ser assim .. tão simpática e dada com as pessoas. Tão risonha ... Tens de  ser mais moderada" "Olha que podes ser mal interpretada!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não sei que pensar - Sou como sou !  Vou ter dificuldades em ser diferente .. e nem sei se quero. Mas registei a dica e vou estar atenta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8050808385724403458?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8050808385724403458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8050808385724403458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8050808385724403458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8050808385724403458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-nice-or-not.html' title='Be nice .. or not'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5350956636008386635</id><published>2008-04-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:55:14.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SAUVqDEFUFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PZ7zclfZ1GA/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189577957735485522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SAUVqDEFUFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PZ7zclfZ1GA/s200/shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O entusiasmo é tal que dou comigo nas compras nos finais de tarde e noite. Mais uns trapos , mais isto e mais aquilo. Tudo fruto desta vontade que eu tenho de ir ao teu encontro e por-me gira ... também para ti. E amanhã lá vais tu ... vou sentir a tua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5350956636008386635?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5350956636008386635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5350956636008386635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5350956636008386635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5350956636008386635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SAUVqDEFUFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PZ7zclfZ1GA/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5788369402367751469</id><published>2008-04-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:41:56.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa da grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SADYCXY5uoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j3ITaPkxUfo/s1600-h/Charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188384305880611458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SADYCXY5uoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j3ITaPkxUfo/s200/Charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ai que bom , esta festa do Charlie!! Calhou bem , porque vamos estar todos juntos e com um dia como o de hoje , até apetece a tal festa da primavera! E lá vamos nós .... Floridos. Tal como nos pediste.&lt;/span&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/8882831791604752740-5788369402367751469?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5788369402367751469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5788369402367751469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5788369402367751469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5788369402367751469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/festa-da-grande.html' title='Festa da grande'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SADYCXY5uoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j3ITaPkxUfo/s72-c/Charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-6063770188394031645</id><published>2008-04-10T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:29:45.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha Luzia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lá estive com ela ontem, numa de ir matando saudades e claro , de lhe fazer companhia. Sinto-a muito só e logo nesta fase e por isso faço os possiveis para passar algum tempo com ela.Oiço-a falar , contar-me histórias antigas , de vez em quando dou-lhe a mão. A minha "avó L'zia" ... Vou sentir saudades dela. E ela de mim , sei que sim. Ontem tive pena que não estivesse por lá também o meu avô Zé ... sinto falta dele. E quando lá vou  a casa então... Lembro-me. De outros tempos que não voltam ( escrevo-o comovida )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-6063770188394031645?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6063770188394031645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=6063770188394031645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6063770188394031645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6063770188394031645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/minha-luzia.html' title='A minha Luzia'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8195588586051478693</id><published>2008-04-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:38:25.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica prometido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_fwYoFTNzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M3vguqs-H18/s1600-h/Praia+nova+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185877801807591218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_fwYoFTNzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M3vguqs-H18/s320/Praia+nova+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A Tia vai te comprar uma prancha e vamos os dois para dentro de água!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_fvc4FTNyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jngtCjv862Q/s1600-h/Costa+Abril+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185876775310407458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_fvc4FTNyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jngtCjv862Q/s320/Costa+Abril+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8195588586051478693?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8195588586051478693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8195588586051478693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8195588586051478693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8195588586051478693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/fica-prometido.html' title='Fica prometido!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_fwYoFTNzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/M3vguqs-H18/s72-c/Praia+nova+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7802532580410870612</id><published>2008-04-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:44:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já está!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Já lhes disse. E correu tão bem . Não esperava outra coisa. Sempre me apoiaram aqueles 3 , não era agora que iam fugir à regra. E logo agora , depois de lhes falar também de ti e de mim ... e da nossa história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mesmo de coração apertado , nao deixaram de esboçar um sorriso de felicidade e desejarem-nos muitas felicidades , com tudo de bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sei que lhes vou fazer falta mas agora sei que vão estar mais descansados. Hoje até ouvi um comentário do género " Na volta , ficas mesmo por lá .... se for para teu bem - é da maneira que volto a Àfrica "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pedir mais .. o quê??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Adoro-vos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7802532580410870612?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7802532580410870612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7802532580410870612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7802532580410870612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7802532580410870612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/j-est.html' title='Já está!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-2269364040981264136</id><published>2008-04-01T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:17:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas gemeas</title><content type='html'>Quero acreditar que sim. Que o somos. Por isso quero voar para lá rápido. Para aí para ao pé de ti. Que a música transmita tudo aquilo que tu e esse sítio significa para mim. Como diz quem a canta  " Quanto um dia tu quiseres amar , nao escolhe outro lugar..." Por algum motivo fui lá parar. Coisas do destino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-2269364040981264136?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2269364040981264136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=2269364040981264136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/2269364040981264136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/2269364040981264136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/04/almas-gemeas.html' title='Almas gemeas'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1545099210263955597</id><published>2008-03-30T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:35:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como nos livros ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_AHJ4FTNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FjGbMlia7Fw/s1600-h/Paulo+Araujo+Pascoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183651037358274322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_AHJ4FTNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FjGbMlia7Fw/s400/Paulo+Araujo+Pascoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_AGcIFTNwI/AAAAAAAAAII/jm3yuZNGmdA/s1600-h/Sonia+Pascoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183650251379259138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_AGcIFTNwI/AAAAAAAAAII/jm3yuZNGmdA/s400/Sonia+Pascoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sinto-me num conto ... daqueles de principes e princesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;É maravilhoso ter-te aqui , sentir-te perto e sei o quanto me vai custar esta nossa ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas o tempo passa depressa e quero que saibas que não te deixarei partir , do meu coração.Eu só te posso prometer que deste lado vou estar a tratar de nós , desta nossa nova etapa que tal como nos livros , espero que tenha um final feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estamos juntos , não te esqueças nunca disso.&lt;/span&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/8882831791604752740-1545099210263955597?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1545099210263955597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=1545099210263955597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1545099210263955597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1545099210263955597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-nos-livros.html' title='Como nos livros ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R_AHJ4FTNxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FjGbMlia7Fw/s72-c/Paulo+Araujo+Pascoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-3921022552701661048</id><published>2008-03-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:54:27.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca mais é sexta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As horas vão somando e a verdade é que falta pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sensação boa esta de saber que te vou receber de novo , lá no meu (quase que nosso) cantinho. Sim porque já como que o sinto nosso. Como lá nas Áfricas onde farei questão que partilhes também das minhas coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estou ansiosa porque quero torná-lo inesquecivel até porque no domingo , enfim ..... prefiro nem falar nisso para já. Só espero que gostes de tudo o que preparei para ti. Deu-me gozo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-3921022552701661048?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3921022552701661048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=3921022552701661048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3921022552701661048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3921022552701661048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/nunca-mais-sexta.html' title='Nunca mais é sexta!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8481468051175487710</id><published>2008-03-24T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:30:30.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pascoa em grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R-g43YFTNvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4Uro7osVK3A/s1600-h/Pascoa+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181453895298397938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R-g43YFTNvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4Uro7osVK3A/s200/Pascoa+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Há muito que não me lembrava de passar assim uma Páscoa. Divertida e diferente. Apesar de não a ter passado com a familia a verdade é que me senti em casa. Gente boa , que me tratou como se fosse da casa. Mas esta Páscoa foi também especial por ti. Sim , por ti. Por ter partilhado um pouco mais do teu espaço , da tua familia , dos sítios que te dizem alguma coisa e claro , por termos estado juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O domingo foi muito especial para mim, sabias?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gosto de te ter por perto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O meu obrigada também à Claúdia e ao Jorge por se terem lembrado da Tia Xonia para companheira deles neste fim de semana animado. Adorei. Temos de repetir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8481468051175487710?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8481468051175487710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8481468051175487710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8481468051175487710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8481468051175487710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/pascoa-em-grande.html' title='Pascoa em grande'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R-g43YFTNvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4Uro7osVK3A/s72-c/Pascoa+2008+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8869418108469397343</id><published>2008-03-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:37:18.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste a mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Foram 2 dias fortes estes - o de ontem e de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O de ontem porque recebi uma noticia boa , que foi de encontro aquilo que eu mais queria - ir tentar a minha sorte noutras bandas junto de quem eu gosto. Fiquei contente , impaciente , nervosa, nao cabia em mim ... Nem dormi direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Já hoje foi dia de pensar nos aspectos menos bons desta minha mudança - quando a vi ali , combalida , a precisar de mim ... Cortou-me o coração , mesmo. Pensar que quando ela precisar eu estarei longe , nao posso consolá-la e fazer-lhe festas na cabeça , nem largar os papeis e sair a correr para ao pé dela se ela chamar por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sei que vai ser dificil perder esta proximidade deles , estou muito ligada , vivo muito a vida deles ... mas também percebo que nao posso perder esta oportunidade de ser feliz e eu acredito que vou ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Já merecia e não me vou descuidar disso. Eles vão perceber , quando eu lhes disser... Espero eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu tenho de viver isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8869418108469397343?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8869418108469397343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8869418108469397343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8869418108469397343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8869418108469397343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/teste-mim.html' title='Teste a mim'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4966121700999471838</id><published>2008-03-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:07:24.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre acreditei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que um dia tu aparecias.Para me fazeres sentir assim , linda sem o ser , apaixonada sem medos , com vontade de mudar o mundo , a minha vida e a tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;É como diz Jobim " só eu sei quanto amor eu guardei sem saber que era só para você" É bom , muito bom , bom demais diria ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4966121700999471838?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4966121700999471838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4966121700999471838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4966121700999471838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4966121700999471838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/sempre-acreditei.html' title='Sempre acreditei'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4386785642160371610</id><published>2008-03-12T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:23:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já te disse que ainda gosto de ti?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-76.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=360287970205654902&amp;amp;site=widget-76.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=360287970205654902&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/360287970205654902/bb_t016_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=360287970205654902&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/360287970205654902/bb_t016_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/8882831791604752740-4386785642160371610?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4386785642160371610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4386785642160371610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4386785642160371610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4386785642160371610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/j-te-disse-que-ainda-gosto-de-ti.html' title='Já te disse que ainda gosto de ti?!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4962280518139492598</id><published>2008-03-11T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:36:15.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R9ciz7WyfhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/McSlupJMMEw/s1600-h/Cabo+Ledo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176644572187622930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R9ciz7WyfhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/McSlupJMMEw/s400/Cabo+Ledo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De te dizer o quanto gostei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por ter estado aí , contigo . Por ter mexido comigo , essa terra .. e tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Único e mágico. Foram assim os meus dias aí desse lado , contigo. E tinha de ser aí. Estava escrito e lá no fundo eu já sabia que nada voltaria ser igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E agora ? Agora é ver o rumo que isto vai levar - uma reviravolta na minha vida?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estou feliz, não se vê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cá te espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4962280518139492598?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4962280518139492598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4962280518139492598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4962280518139492598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4962280518139492598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/03/lembrei.html' title='Lembrei'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R9ciz7WyfhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/McSlupJMMEw/s72-c/Cabo+Ledo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5648853929004523997</id><published>2008-02-28T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:05:50.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;29.Fevereiro. Lá acontece de 4 em 4 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eu espero há uns tempos pela chegada deste dia. O da partida até lá abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não podia deixá-lo passar em branco.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vamos ver o que me espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O meu feeling diz-me que vai ser como imaginei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A ver .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5648853929004523997?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5648853929004523997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5648853929004523997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5648853929004523997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5648853929004523997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/02/dia-d.html' title='Dia D'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4711346902793628060</id><published>2008-02-25T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:49:58.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empatias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lá me acontece de vez em quando  e hoje confesso que fui surpreendida. Entre partilha de experiências e de sítios por onde já andámos , percebi que as sentimos da mesma forma , daquela que às vezes pouca gente consegue exprimir . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A parte das energias que fluem  , dos sítios que parece que nunca nos foram estranhos , dos cheiros que nos transportam longe , dos olhares que se cruzam e duram uma vida , coisas que para muitos são até motivo de risota e lá acabamos por ouvir um "deixa-te lá dessas coisas". Nao nos entendem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Perdemo-nos na conversa e quase nao dávamos pelas horas , mas alguém fez questão de nos lembrar essa parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Por mim tinha ficado ali , perdida na conversa mas a encontrar-me a cada momento. É como tu dizias - Ás vezes são sinais que nos chegam quando menos esperamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Giro ... nao estava mesmo à espera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4711346902793628060?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4711346902793628060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4711346902793628060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4711346902793628060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4711346902793628060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/02/empatias.html' title='Empatias'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5766092423849830286</id><published>2008-02-24T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:27:02.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know you're special to me ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Amigos ... assim como tu?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que se preocupa , que está sempre atento ,  que liga nas horas certas , que cozinha lindamente , que é viajado , que é culto e fala sobre tudo, que é giro e com boa pinta , que adora mimos e coisas boas , que é sério e com bom coração ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se calhar algumas das minhas amigas gostariam de ter um namorado assim. Aliás , quem não gostaria?! Pelos vistos só mesmo eu. Sim , sim , sou uma parva eu sei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5766092423849830286?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5766092423849830286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5766092423849830286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5766092423849830286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5766092423849830286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/02/did-you-know-youre-special-to-me.html' title='Did you know you&apos;re special to me ?!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-6300691030363721105</id><published>2008-02-22T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:41:10.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R79PNHVAJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5I4lYOTkCQo/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169937983968650242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R79PNHVAJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5I4lYOTkCQo/s200/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dentro de uns dias , por esta hora , cruzo de novo os céus mas rumo a outras terras . Apesar dos contratempos que foram sempre acontecendo e que tantas vezes me fizeram adiar esta viagem , parece que é mesmo desta!! Visto , passaporte , vacina , muita vontade de ir e em boa companhia! As expectativas são muitas e sei que nao me vou desiludir. Sei que vou ter de alterar alguns hábitos mas como se costuma dizer " quem corre por gosto , nao cansa". Venha tudo de bom e de mau que Luanda possa ter. Eu quero ir na mesma!!! Aliás , nao vejo a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/8882831791604752740-6300691030363721105?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6300691030363721105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=6300691030363721105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6300691030363721105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6300691030363721105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown-to.html' title='Countdown to'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R79PNHVAJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5I4lYOTkCQo/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8333798076477180002</id><published>2008-02-13T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:22:52.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R7NtcnVAI_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/a8IXUDkZu-o/s1600-h/Barra+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166593535884927986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R7NtcnVAI_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/a8IXUDkZu-o/s200/Barra+sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Longa ausência mas por um bom motivo. Bendito seja o descanso e bem que estava a precisar. O destino estava escolhido (é o que dá quando vamos a um sítio e nos apaixonamos por aquele cantinho perdido algures). E de lá vim , cheia de saudades mais uma vez , pelos amigos que lá fiz , pelas noites de festas , pelas longas caminhadas por praias desertas debaixo de um sol tórrido mas ainda não perdi o sorriso que por lá "ganhei". É ... aquele sítio tem esse efeito em mim - o de me deixar - de bem com a vida , feliz e ao mesmo tempo tranquila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se calhar é porque a energia positiva que tanta gente fala existir ali , se calhar existe mesmo. Eu acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Agora próximo destino: Àfrica. Há quem diga que por lá me fico. Eu rio-me. Vamos ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8333798076477180002?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8333798076477180002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8333798076477180002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8333798076477180002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8333798076477180002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R7NtcnVAI_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/a8IXUDkZu-o/s72-c/Barra+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7226445082439038233</id><published>2008-01-15T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T03:37:27.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinta sôdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R4yVd3rJyII/AAAAAAAAAGg/r17HaW7fsNs/s1600-h/Cabo+Verde.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155660013826066562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R4yVd3rJyII/AAAAAAAAAGg/r17HaW7fsNs/s400/Cabo+Verde.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ano novo , vida nova! E este começa cheio de surpresas ... é o que parece. Tinha jurado a mim mesma que não voltaria tão cedo , não por não ter  gostado (longe disso) mas por ser para mim uma terra que muito me diz , do sonho sonhado e vivido... Agora volto , já passado um tempo e terminado o sonho. Uma coisa é certa : vou reencontrar aqueles sorrisos que vêm directo do coração , a brisa suave e refrescante que por ali passa, a nostalgia das mornas , a alegria de uma coladera. Sim , vou voltar lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7226445082439038233?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7226445082439038233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7226445082439038233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7226445082439038233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7226445082439038233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2008/01/sinta-sdade.html' title='Sinta sôdade'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R4yVd3rJyII/AAAAAAAAAGg/r17HaW7fsNs/s72-c/Cabo+Verde.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-3490739188325761888</id><published>2007-12-29T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:21:53.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next year is here at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R3aPlL5cXgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZJJ-ow8d9Zk/s1600-h/Reveillon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149461092956397058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R3aPlL5cXgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZJJ-ow8d9Zk/s320/Reveillon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo de balanço diz-se. Pensar no 2007 , o que nos fez feliz , o que nos fez passar noites sem dormir , o que nos fez rir , o que deixou marca .... Mas tal como em tudo na vida temos é de olhar para a frente e já só termos olhos para o 2008 que está à porta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja um ano em grande , com muitos sorrisos e serões animados , com muitas viagens por esse mundo fora , com poucas idas ao médico e com quem nos faz falta sempre por perto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big smile for you and happy new year :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-3490739188325761888?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3490739188325761888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3490739188325761888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/12/next-year-is-here-at-last.html' title='Next year is here at last'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R3aPlL5cXgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZJJ-ow8d9Zk/s72-c/Reveillon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8023109329541584559</id><published>2007-12-22T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:38:10.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aproxima-se o dia - aquele que toda a gente comemora , onde queremos estar com quem mais gostamos , em que todos nos reunimos para um serão em familia. Não sou das pessoas que mais liga ao Natal mas este tem um gostinho especial. Porquê? É que também é noite de presentes e este ano tenho um muito especial .. sim para vocês os dois. A ideia já vinha de há muito e finalmente consegui. Deu-me um gozo imenso , e a expectativa de ver as vossas caras ao recebê-lo é grande. Oxalá resulte como estou a pensar - sem lágrimas no canto de olho mas com um sorriso daqueles em silêncio , seguido de abraço forte. Assim espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8023109329541584559?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8023109329541584559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8023109329541584559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8023109329541584559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8023109329541584559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/12/specially-for-you.html' title='Specially for you'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8565923319399096853</id><published>2007-12-13T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:15:48.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R2Guc7R6vbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qIgFTidgDls/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143584061406231986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R2Guc7R6vbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qIgFTidgDls/s320/natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finalmente algum tempinho para compras.... Uff. Mas ainda falta . E o tempo corre . &lt;/span&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/8882831791604752740-8565923319399096853?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8565923319399096853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8565923319399096853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/12/finalmente-algum-tempinho-para-compras.html' title=''/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R2Guc7R6vbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qIgFTidgDls/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8788204371233870210</id><published>2007-12-09T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:16:06.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxime ao rubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R1xq8rR6vZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PDmeXT5KqS4/s1600-h/100_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142102465192836498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R1xq8rR6vZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PDmeXT5KqS4/s200/100_0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valeu a pena ! Sitio mitico este de Lisboa ... bem escolhido para esta festa do B'leza que já saiu do Conde Barão ... Teve tudo aquilo que é preciso : Música ao vivo , tudo a dançar e com aquele ambiente giro que era típico das festas do B'leza. Bom sentir que o espirito se mantém .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matei saudades , também da companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8788204371233870210?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8788204371233870210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8788204371233870210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/12/maxime-ao-rubro.html' title='Maxime ao rubro'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R1xq8rR6vZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PDmeXT5KqS4/s72-c/100_0382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1671289944937482583</id><published>2007-12-03T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:16:30.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque será que me ficou no ouvido ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/TKOI8fXpbTo'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-1671289944937482583?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1671289944937482583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1671289944937482583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/12/porque-ser-que-me-ficou-no-ouvido.html' title='Porque será que me ficou no ouvido ?!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5515380127909038929</id><published>2007-12-03T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:40:59.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E falta tanto ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R1RpgwrL2EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9lb9ZamQxw0/s1600-R/vespa.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139849086279342146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R1RpgwrL2EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uxRNw6i_rMI/s200/vespa.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais uma 2.feira fria e até com chuva ... E eu de mota, mas tinha saudades confesso. E nunca mais chega ..... o sol , do "outro lado". Resta-me ir contando os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5515380127909038929?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5515380127909038929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5515380127909038929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5515380127909038929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5515380127909038929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-falta-tanto-ainda.html' title='E falta tanto ainda'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R1RpgwrL2EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uxRNw6i_rMI/s72-c/vespa.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8422467438299986480</id><published>2007-11-24T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:07:59.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa (re)visitada</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=h5&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564253397987&amp;amp;site=widget-e3.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253397987&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/p1/432345564253397987/h5_t053_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=h5&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564253397987&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e3.slide.com/p2/432345564253397987/h5_t053_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reencontrei-a hoje , a minha Lisboa. Às vezes ignoramos o que temos à porta. Que saudades tinha .. de por ali passear na baixa , subir ao Chiado , lojas e gentes tão diferentes , luzes por todo o lado , cheiro a natal e um fado... que se ouve na rua Garret. E quem vem de fora , pára e ouve e quer saber que música é , quem canta ... Desta vez não parei mas atrasei o passo para o ouvir até ao fim. Afinal é também um pedacinho "da gente". E a Mariza é maravilhosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8422467438299986480?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8422467438299986480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8422467438299986480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8422467438299986480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8422467438299986480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/reencontrei-hoje-minha-lisboa.html' title='Lisboa (re)visitada'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5540808119676029494</id><published>2007-11-23T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T03:58:17.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao Roberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R0bAPLT2mDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TtuKRh3t13U/s1600-h/Castanhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136003792029259826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R0bAPLT2mDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TtuKRh3t13U/s200/Castanhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E lá vou eu buscá-lo amanhã à Portela. Estou contente por o ter de volta aqui em Lisboa. Grandes amigos, grande sintonia , boa disposição , enfim ... vai ser bom tê-lo por cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A ver se o levo a comer umas castanhas na baixa ao final da tarde , com um bom cachecol (Só assim mesmo). Assim em jeito de despedida do frio , ou não fosse ele de malas aviadas para terras de calor e durante um bom tempo. Ai que inveja ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5540808119676029494?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5540808119676029494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5540808119676029494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/ciao-roberto.html' title='Ciao Roberto'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/R0bAPLT2mDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TtuKRh3t13U/s72-c/Castanhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8778247628377179817</id><published>2007-11-19T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:06:26.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A soma dos dias</title><content type='html'>Dias cheios no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Dias alegres , que lembramos amigos antigos e decidimos por conversa em dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de descanso por indicação do médico.&lt;br /&gt;Dias cinzentos que nos fazem pensar que chegou o inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de passeio pelas ruas já iluminadas  .. é o natal a chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de frustação porque às vezes parece que ninguém nos ouve.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de entusiasmo porque há que pensar nas férias .... num sitio quente!&lt;br /&gt;Dias radicais que nos apetece mudar tudo , começando pelo corte de cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de revolta... em que tenho vontade de abrir aquela cabeça e por lá dentro tudo aquilo que por lá falta.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de preocupação... daqueles que me estão próximos , que adoro e que sinto nao estarem no seu melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... vou continuar a somá-los.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8778247628377179817?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8778247628377179817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8778247628377179817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/soma-dos-dias.html' title='A soma dos dias'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4732202592123487849</id><published>2007-11-15T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:14:50.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/Rzy2B3j6HgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/z1SYsfU9kVg/s1600-h/namibia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133177818506206722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/Rzy2B3j6HgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/z1SYsfU9kVg/s400/namibia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que tenho pensado nisto. E já se planeia a grande aventura... Parece que é desta. E imaginar-me ali , naquele silêncio inquietante , envolta na bruma que chega pela manhã que depois desperta com todos aqueles tons dourados dos raios de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu ali , contemplando aquele oceano de areia .. a perder de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero ir sim . Aquele sítio espera por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4732202592123487849?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4732202592123487849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4732202592123487849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4732202592123487849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4732202592123487849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/take-break.html' title='Take a break'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/Rzy2B3j6HgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/z1SYsfU9kVg/s72-c/namibia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7005229814290290360</id><published>2007-11-13T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:57:37.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-7005229814290290360?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7005229814290290360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7005229814290290360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1575424073574062583</id><published>2007-11-13T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:54:54.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dou comigo à espera.  ... Do quê?!  Da mensagem  de bom dia , do mail que não chega , de ouvir os risos (com a tosse e espirros à mistura) , de mais um serão a dois. ... Pensar o quê?! Que tudo isto é novo , que nunca tal me aconteceu (não assim) .. O que acho?! Que a vida tem coisas giras e cá está mais uma. Um feliz encontro. .. O que me parece?! A vida ensinou-me que tudo deve ser vivido enquanto dura , expectativas só de redea curta mas tens me feito bem. Sim , tu. E o aishiteru claro. Sério ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-1575424073574062583?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1575424073574062583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=1575424073574062583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1575424073574062583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1575424073574062583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4274466245082210142</id><published>2007-11-08T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:39:17.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltas e voltas ...</title><content type='html'>Que a vida dá ... Será que é desta? Que agarro na mala e lá vou eu?! E o resto? Amigos , familia , as minhas coisas , o  meu Meco , fica tudo cá e eu lá?! Não sei não , não sei  ... há que pensar. O Aishiteru hoje despediu-se de mim com ar triste de quem pensa "Nao vás ... "&lt;br /&gt;Ai o que me apetecia não trabalhar hoje e ir ver o mar , passear-me pelo guincho  e por ali ficar ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4274466245082210142?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4274466245082210142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4274466245082210142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4274466245082210142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4274466245082210142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/voltas-e-voltas.html' title='Voltas e voltas ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-5979629933745907229</id><published>2007-11-06T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:24:17.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pequena S fez anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RzAk3HPTpvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dx7ADd_DZwU/s1600-h/LittleSonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129640504829650674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RzAk3HPTpvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dx7ADd_DZwU/s400/LittleSonia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não havia maneira de conseguir vir aqui , dizer obrigado a todos aqueles que mais longe ou mais perto se lembraram aqui da pequena. Por isso a todos os que se fizeram notar o meu "bem haja" seguido de beijo (dos XXL). A quem me pôs no mundo , ao mano que naõ ganha juízo , aos "meus" 2 Victores por aquilo que têm sido para mim , às Belas (sim às 2) , ao Ricardo que anda desaparecido , o Zé Miguel do Porto , o meu "futuro" primo e a prima , o Rui Botas (xiiii) , o Miguel , o CC que tanto me atura... às vezes sem dar conta , a Patita (uma querida), o Amaral , o Cunha , o meu "amigo" Paulo , o Roberto de Itália , e uns tantos mais. Mais beijo da miúda dos caracois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-5979629933745907229?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5979629933745907229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=5979629933745907229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5979629933745907229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/5979629933745907229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/pequena-s-fez-anos.html' title='A pequena S fez anos'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RzAk3HPTpvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dx7ADd_DZwU/s72-c/LittleSonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-3270118076675867306</id><published>2007-11-01T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:19:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordei assim ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NTCBW6FsT_8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NTCBW6FsT_8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-3270118076675867306?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3270118076675867306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=3270118076675867306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3270118076675867306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3270118076675867306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/11/acordei-assim.html' title='Acordei assim ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8025888306928469238</id><published>2007-10-27T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:26:14.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa partilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RyOCbHPTpuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Khh3NbxzbQU/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126084203189085922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RyOCbHPTpuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Khh3NbxzbQU/s400/dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...De conversa , de coisas sérias e menos sérias , e com amigos. Bom quando isso acontece. Parece que nos sentimos mais leves , mais "abraçados" e menos preocupados. Haja momentos como este! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;V &amp;amp; B , apareçam sempre! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8025888306928469238?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8025888306928469238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8025888306928469238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8025888306928469238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8025888306928469238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/boa-partilha.html' title='Boa partilha'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RyOCbHPTpuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Khh3NbxzbQU/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-3576061975116135856</id><published>2007-10-24T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:58:09.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Detalhes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falas-me tu em saudades ... logo a mim. Fizeste-me lembrar aquela musica antiguinha do Roberto Carlos que a letra tanto me diz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei que esses detalhes vão sumir na longa estrada do tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que transforma todo amor em quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas quase também é mais um detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um grande amor não vai morrer assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;por isso, de vez em quando você vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vai lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não adianta nem tentar me esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;durante muito e muito tempo em sua vida eu vou viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-3576061975116135856?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3576061975116135856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=3576061975116135856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3576061975116135856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3576061975116135856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/detalhes.html' title='&quot;Detalhes&quot;'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-3669228590202834551</id><published>2007-10-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:58:16.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123015706524222034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RxibpGYfglI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5SIEVauUq1E/s400/BEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que noticia esta .. ainda não acredito. Fiquei com coração na boca... Custa muito , eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou recordá-lo sempre assim ... na brincadeira comigo , a ressonar à noite , a fazer buracos na areia , a correr para ti que nem um louco CHEIO de saudades ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero faças o mesmo , afinal eu sei que ele vai estar sempre aí , nesse "cantinho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-3669228590202834551?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3669228590202834551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=3669228590202834551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3669228590202834551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/3669228590202834551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/que-noticia-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RxibpGYfglI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5SIEVauUq1E/s72-c/BEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-6991088880771112600</id><published>2007-10-16T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:07:48.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFIRMO ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fa.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=432345564247953402&amp;amp;site=widget-fa.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;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564247953402&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p1/432345564247953402/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564247953402&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p2/432345564247953402/bb_t001_v000_a000_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/8882831791604752740-6991088880771112600?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6991088880771112600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=6991088880771112600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6991088880771112600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6991088880771112600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/confirmo.html' title='CONFIRMO ?!'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1334187339861628278</id><published>2007-10-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:00:44.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RxKQ62YfggI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pLcMIOzyI7o/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121315066978730498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RxKQ62YfggI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pLcMIOzyI7o/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque será que as pessoas às vezes não nos ouvem? Custa-lhes acreditar que por vezes o que dizemos é para bem delas e que não o fazemos com intenção de chatear ou exigir nada. E é tão simplesmente porque gostamos delas e nos preocupamos. O tom de voz sobe sem darmos por isso , a expressão muda e vai de dizer disparates . Vira-se a cara e fecha-se a porta porque nao queremos ouvir mais. Mas desculpa ... foi sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-1334187339861628278?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1334187339861628278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=1334187339861628278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1334187339861628278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1334187339861628278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/porque-ser-que-as-pessoas-s-vezes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RxKQ62YfggI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pLcMIOzyI7o/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4336671752089316016</id><published>2007-10-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:38:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor seria  mesmo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/Rw1GRmYfgcI/AAAAAAAAADc/bxDSzpnA5nU/s1600-h/gritando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119825619565117890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/Rw1GRmYfgcI/AAAAAAAAADc/bxDSzpnA5nU/s200/gritando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar num destes e dizer-te que gostei , simpatizei  e que tenho vontade de repetir. Será que assim me darias ouvidos?! (Rio-me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4336671752089316016?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4336671752089316016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4336671752089316016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4336671752089316016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4336671752089316016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-melhor-seria-mesmo.html' title='O melhor seria  mesmo ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/Rw1GRmYfgcI/AAAAAAAAADc/bxDSzpnA5nU/s72-c/gritando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4405770937003541462</id><published>2007-10-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:38:46.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lança perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwwB5GYfgbI/AAAAAAAAADU/CDQy1rDUBEU/s1600-h/todos+nos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119468956890923442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwwB5GYfgbI/AAAAAAAAADU/CDQy1rDUBEU/s320/todos+nos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há gente assim . Os verdadeiros "lança perfume" ... A expressão nao é minha mas é assim que identifico algumas das pessoas com quem me cruzo .. por aí. Nada demais , nada de menos bom. Atraentes ... é certo e sabido. Normalmente onde estão toda a gente os nota , todos comentam , alguns invejam e eles sempre ali , na sua, sorrindo. Mas não fica só por ali nem podia. Cheios de si e do seu eu sedutor , "lançam" o seu perfume e claro ... sabem que ninguem lhes fica indiferente. E não o fazem por mal ... querem se fazer notar  e ficarem registados na memória e no olhar de alguns  e isso basta-lhes. Sim porque depois retornam sempre a casa sozinhos e a pensar " Hoje arrasei ... " . Não os censuro .. é uma forma de se estar na vida. Fazer o quê?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4405770937003541462?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4405770937003541462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4405770937003541462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4405770937003541462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4405770937003541462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/lana-perfume.html' title='Lança perfume'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwwB5GYfgbI/AAAAAAAAADU/CDQy1rDUBEU/s72-c/todos+nos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8361184661014064839</id><published>2007-10-07T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:47:19.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwkpXWYfgaI/AAAAAAAAADM/XvYNduPQImc/s1600-h/Sol+Morro+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118667932605317538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwkpXWYfgaI/AAAAAAAAADM/XvYNduPQImc/s200/Sol+Morro+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há vezes na vida que é preciso mudar , arejar , tomar decisões que tanto adiamos. Pois cá estou eu preparada para tomar novo rumo . Nao sei porquê mas sinto que está na altura certa. Aproveita-se a mudança de estação , o aproximar dos 34 e voilá. I'm ready ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8361184661014064839?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8361184661014064839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8361184661014064839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8361184661014064839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8361184661014064839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-time.html' title='Changing time'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwkpXWYfgaI/AAAAAAAAADM/XvYNduPQImc/s72-c/Sol+Morro+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-9126682689700821613</id><published>2007-10-01T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:15:41.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As super mulheres de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwF9t2YfgZI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jfsp_g9tNKg/s1600-h/no+sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116508878315422098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwF9t2YfgZI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jfsp_g9tNKg/s200/no+sofa.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tema este de que tanto de fala e que não pode deixar de ser falado... afinal há mesmo uma nova geração de super mulheres no emprego , que conseguem ser super mães e ainda arranjam tempo para ser super donas de casa o que é de louvar , por isso há que se falar delas , sim .. e só bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje também me senti uma delas : acordei cedo mas cedo , levei carro oficina depois visita ao banco e finalmente chego trabalho. Entre vôos cheios, correria e gente menos simpática , nunca deixei o meu sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chego tarde mas vou ginásio e desanuvio. Depois compras de carrinho , muitas mas tinha de ser. Encho frigorifico e ao mesmo tempo cozinho uma kisch que me sai bem normalmente e que me foi assim como que encomendada por quem amanhã vem cá a casa jantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao me esqueço que também janto mas depois ainda aproveito para arrumar umas coisas cá por casa e ponho conversa em dia com uma amiga que está a passar um mau bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, já no meu sofá (que também mereço) penso no dia cheio que tive e que vai terminando. Sinto-me quase como que uma dessas super mulheres mas .... Faltas-me tu ... para terminar o meu dia em beleza e sentir-me plena. Deu-me saudades agora ... daqueles nossos encostos de sofá. Bem .. acho que ainda vou ler antes dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-9126682689700821613?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/9126682689700821613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=9126682689700821613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/9126682689700821613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/9126682689700821613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-super-mulheres-de-hoje.html' title='As super mulheres de hoje'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RwF9t2YfgZI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jfsp_g9tNKg/s72-c/no+sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-1050904745852780391</id><published>2007-09-27T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T04:28:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Wants you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IOkdLjAVhy0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IOkdLjAVhy0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soube hoje que já falta pouco para cá chegar. Continuo à espera eu .. ansiosa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-1050904745852780391?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1050904745852780391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=1050904745852780391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1050904745852780391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/1050904745852780391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/09/500-wants-you.html' title='500 Wants you'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-8194538459470699803</id><published>2007-09-26T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:35:55.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114438487967796146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvoitRToC7I/AAAAAAAAACg/wHkW3IdijWQ/s200/Parque+na%C3%A7oes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto de haver pessoas que passam pelas nossas vidas sem passarem despercebidas tem destas coisas. Chega este dia e eu lembro-me. Lembro-me que foi neste dia que sem mais nem quê , os olhares se cruzaram e qualquer coisa se deu ali , naquele instante.Quem diria … logo nós que nos conhecíamos há tanto tempo. Culpa da Lua ? Não me lembro de haver lua sequer naquele dia , agora que penso nisso .&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão simplesmente porque tinha de ser e se calhar no fundo já sabíamos que esse dia chegaria.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje , embora não te tenha perdido o rasto , já não conversamos como dantes , nem bebemos as nossas caipirinhas de final de tarde e tenho pena.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida é assim. Longe mas perto. Always. For you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-8194538459470699803?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8194538459470699803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=8194538459470699803' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8194538459470699803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/8194538459470699803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/09/lembrei.html' title='Lembrei'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvoitRToC7I/AAAAAAAAACg/wHkW3IdijWQ/s72-c/Parque+na%C3%A7oes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-2249048965401624656</id><published>2007-09-25T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T04:15:55.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pulling it off the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Putting it on my chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wearing it 'round my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Putting it my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wherever I choose to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It will take me far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living my life like it's golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living my life like it's golden , golden ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-2249048965401624656?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2249048965401624656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=2249048965401624656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/2249048965401624656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/2249048965401624656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-like.html' title='Feeling like ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-6675818656621258313</id><published>2007-09-24T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T03:53:05.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhã de 2.feira sobre 2 rodas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RveW25zBdWI/AAAAAAAAACA/1KXge9XIv-k/s1600-h/vespinha+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113721771874415970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RveW25zBdWI/AAAAAAAAACA/1KXge9XIv-k/s200/vespinha+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia este que quase ninguém gosta - Sinal que fim de semana acabou e começamos nova semana de trabalho e correria e trânsito e sei lá mais o quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu vejo um dia normal como todos os outros e lá venho eu ... estrada fora , tentando furar sempre que posso entre carros e gentes ... alguns já com ar stressado e ainda nem chegaram ao emprego , outros no habitual "bilubilu" pelo espelho retrovisor para que os filhos pequenos não chorem ... contam-se pelos dedos aqueles que realmente mostram um ar sorridente , de quem está já não digo feliz mas pelo menos bem disposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu lá continuo até que no sítio do costume , paro e lá vem ele : o miúdo que distribui o jornal "O Metro" . Também ele fura entre os carros para chegar a mim e faz-me um sorriso daqueles que aprecio seguido de um BOM DIA e " Esse fim de semana , foi bom?!" " Então boa semana !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho piada e quando vem o verde e arranco dou comigo a pensar - "Simpático ... finalmente alguém como eu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-6675818656621258313?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6675818656621258313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=6675818656621258313' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6675818656621258313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/6675818656621258313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/09/manh-de-2feira-sobre-2-rodas.html' title='Manhã de 2.feira sobre 2 rodas'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RveW25zBdWI/AAAAAAAAACA/1KXge9XIv-k/s72-c/vespinha+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-7750695330214862927</id><published>2007-09-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:21:56.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haja dias como este ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvVrLJzBdVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_JS77ZpJzAo/s1600-h/woman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113110791301723474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvVrLJzBdVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_JS77ZpJzAo/s200/woman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que há tempo para tudo. Para se parar , olhar em volta ,pensar no momento que atravessamos , bom ou mau que seja . Foi assim este meu dia. Por fim , um jantar de amigos para partilharmos tudo aquilo que vem ao de cima num serão com gente que se gosta. A cereja no topo do bolo neste meu sábado . &lt;/span&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/8882831791604752740-7750695330214862927?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7750695330214862927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=7750695330214862927' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7750695330214862927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/7750695330214862927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/09/haja-dias-como-este.html' title='Haja dias como este ...'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvVrLJzBdVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_JS77ZpJzAo/s72-c/woman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882831791604752740.post-4172902642752214269</id><published>2007-09-20T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:23:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvLid5zBdSI/AAAAAAAAABg/lpyPpSClVGE/s1600-h/IMG_4502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112397530377844002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvLid5zBdSI/AAAAAAAAABg/lpyPpSClVGE/s200/IMG_4502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que é desta ... Adiei , adiei mas aqui estou. Espero conseguir vir até aqui muitas vezes para partilhar momentos , coisas , ideias , gostos .. o que me apetecer no momento. Prometo não me desculpar com a habitual "falta de tempo"... Até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8882831791604752740-4172902642752214269?l=thingsandflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4172902642752214269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8882831791604752740&amp;postID=4172902642752214269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4172902642752214269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8882831791604752740/posts/default/4172902642752214269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsandflowers.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15437418173869868238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/SaG14iPu4AI/AAAAAAAAANg/YjlnmkRTVmY/S220/DSC015021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3_1lG5qWXU/RvLid5zBdSI/AAAAAAAAABg/lpyPpSClVGE/s72-c/IMG_4502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
