<?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-5503757853287340516</id><updated>2012-01-15T14:56:45.759Z</updated><title type='text'>just amazing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6576066198272143084</id><published>2012-01-15T14:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:56:45.768Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lxenncmdtx1qhs7gfo1_500_large" height="266" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20681708/tumblr_lxenncMdTX1qhs7gfo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Só saberás&amp;nbsp;realmente&amp;nbsp;o que é o amor, quando te perguntarem sobre ele e não pensares numa definição, mas sim num nome." -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/b&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/5503757853287340516-6576066198272143084?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6576066198272143084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6576066198272143084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-saberas-que-e-o-amor-quando-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8668567041721769719</id><published>2012-01-13T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:56:47.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUWAXZzPqjI/AAAAAAAACC4/f4cwhcNbzQ0/s400/tumblr_lfmwdu5FFz1qfysh2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUWBByZ0P1I/AAAAAAAACC8/-7Bqh_0Qjco/s400/tumblr_leythjBANB1qzpcjlo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUWBee40i2I/AAAAAAAACDA/vsyWKS8WUD0/s400/tumblr_lcehoymwws1qaiouuo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUWClanKVoI/AAAAAAAACDE/W2xgRd5vU6A/s400/tumblr_l55hvkSUhr1qbhutho1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 33px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor?&lt;/b&gt; rima com fervor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-8668567041721769719?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8668567041721769719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8668567041721769719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/amor-rima-com-fervor.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUWAXZzPqjI/AAAAAAAACC4/f4cwhcNbzQ0/s72-c/tumblr_lfmwdu5FFz1qfysh2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2666252185854166633</id><published>2012-01-13T22:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:51:49.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUckVJVzjDI/AAAAAAAACD8/BxNgN9ShOzk/s400/tumblr_lfl8adAZBp1qb6f1po1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;És feliz porque és assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Todo o nada que és é teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vejo-me e estou sem mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conheço-me e não sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-2666252185854166633?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2666252185854166633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2666252185854166633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/es-feliz-porque-es-assim-todo-o-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUckVJVzjDI/AAAAAAAACD8/BxNgN9ShOzk/s72-c/tumblr_lfl8adAZBp1qb6f1po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-972521396221473811</id><published>2012-01-13T22:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:03:00.791Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUm0LS56iCI/AAAAAAAACE4/pkpMzv2oLXk/s400/tumblr_lfw67mn9lm1qcaxtto1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7153077074482964336" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: -webkit-auto; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Liberdade&lt;/i&gt;, dizem eles? Liberdade é poder fazer qualquer coisa, sem consequências,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sem obrigações ou quaisquer outras razões vindas do exterior. Apregoam a liberdade e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;nós acreditamos. Acreditamos porque gostamos de viver uma ilusão que dá a impressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de livre-arbítrio. Mas, deixa-me explicitar melhor o quão prisioneiros do mundo somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nós. Do mundo, digo eu? Não só. Do mundo, das pessoas, da globalização, da evolução&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;das mentalidades. Eu estou amarrada a uma corda&amp;nbsp;invisível que me condiciona os passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;livres que julgo dar. Perco a esperança de um dia ser solta pois a esperança é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a última a morrer."&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/5503757853287340516-972521396221473811?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/972521396221473811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/972521396221473811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/liberdade-dizem-eles-liberdade-e-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Cgn4nHG8Tg/TUm0LS56iCI/AAAAAAAACE4/pkpMzv2oLXk/s72-c/tumblr_lfw67mn9lm1qcaxtto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8254368237978832354</id><published>2012-01-10T09:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:41:00.844Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbQr85CLssM/TwID6aM9yuI/AAAAAAAABF8/q4KQnJCnCF4/s400/270445_248338591848142_142813909067278_1237334_6884468_n_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt; tua voz apazigua-me a alma. É como se tivesses mesmo aqui, ao meu lado. É como se nunca deixasses de aqui estar e, a verdade, é que nunca deixaste. Habitas no meu ténue engenho, porque assim o quis. Deixei que te acomodasses em mim, que trouxesses as tuas mobílias e os teus pertences. Deixei que vivesses em mim e sabes, se não o tivesse feito não estaria tão feliz como estou agora. E acredita quando te digo isto, porque a felicidade foi sempre algo que desejei guardar. Foi sempre algo que eu não tive e que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;hoje&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, graças a ti, pude conhecer. E olha, de vez em quando não sentes uns tremores? Não te assustes, são&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;tremores de coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;, do meu coração. O seu batimento acelera assim que o meu pensamento magica em ti e claro, sempre que o teu corpo está perto do meu. E oh, ele sente-se tão bem que, por ele, consentia que os seus ventrículos e&amp;nbsp;aurículas&amp;nbsp;chocassem. Que se originassem réplicas atrás de réplicas e que algumas faíscas fossem lançadas. Seria a maior e melhor catástrofe de sempre: a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;catástrofe do amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-8254368237978832354?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8254368237978832354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8254368237978832354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/tua-voz-apazigua-me-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbQr85CLssM/TwID6aM9yuI/AAAAAAAABF8/q4KQnJCnCF4/s72-c/270445_248338591848142_142813909067278_1237334_6884468_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8781447004136973299</id><published>2012-01-08T00:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:00:47.398Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lon8mriUgy1qjoijdo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;É que o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;meu maior medo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;é de perder as pessoas que mais amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-8781447004136973299?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8781447004136973299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8781447004136973299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-que-o-meu-maior-medo-e-de-perder-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7328551474302687201</id><published>2012-01-07T23:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:58:51.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwyajeVoD61qfpc36o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tão sem graça, tão desanimador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;É assim que ando descrevendo meus dias e meus momentos. Sim, mais uma vez voltei a&amp;nbsp;monotonia, mais uma vez a vida me mostrou da pior &amp;nbsp;maneira que quem cria expectativas sempre quebra a cara no final e foi isso que aconteceu comigo, com nós. Criei tanta expectativa que esqueci que no caminho há muito obstáculos, obstáculos esses que acaba me confundindo e me colocando entre duas escolhas: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Tentar mais ou desistir de vez?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-7328551474302687201?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7328551474302687201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7328551474302687201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/tao-sem-graca-tao-desanimador.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6459681522153633554</id><published>2012-01-07T23:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:59:50.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvg0h4AJFc1qg35eso1_250.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvg0h4AJFc1qg35eso2_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me abrace, me beije, me queira, me deseje, me cheire, me adore, cuide de mim, me sinta, sorria para mim, me puxe para dançar e se eu negar… insista! Cante para mim, me mime… faça as minhas vontades, me aceite, diga que sou tudo para você, me olhe, me faça carinhos, me surpreenda, seja meu amigo, fale sobre o futuro, me faça rir, me leve para sair, me pegue no colo, me chame de sua, se declare… &lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;implesmente me ame&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-6459681522153633554?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6459681522153633554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6459681522153633554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-abrace-me-beije-me-queira-me-deseje.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4196642654747789163</id><published>2012-01-01T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:42:09.974Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6uugo6Rm1qhq59bo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Pois é, mais um ano que passou, ou melhor, voou. Não posso dizer que tenha sido o meu melhor ano porque não foi, mas digo, com toda a certeza, que foi um ano extremamente importante para mim, pois a minha vida sofreu algumas mudanças, devido a erros cometidos, é verdade, mas que me fizeram crescer bastante. E isso foi ótimo, eu acho.&amp;nbsp;Não desejo um 2012 (exactamente) igual a 2011 e também não desejo, como diz o conhecido ditado, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ano Novo, Vida Nova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;", assim, estaria a ser demasiado previsível ou então excessivamente ambiciosa, e isso não me agrada. Só desejo que 2012 me traga o dobro do carinho e confiança que 2011 me proporcionou, o triplo de força para enfrentar os mais dolorosos obstáculos e que me possa intensificar, um bocadinho mais sff, as verdadeiras amizades que tenho cultivado até ao momento. Isto, sim, seria a receita ideal para conseguir ter um ano recheado de coisas boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vocês, meus amores, por favor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;não desistam&lt;/b&gt;, em situação alguma,&amp;nbsp;dos&amp;nbsp;vossos&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;sonhos&lt;/b&gt;. E sabem porquê? Porque hoje são, apenas, meros sonhos, é verdade, mas amanhã, de certeza absoluta que, com muita força de vontade, serão a vossa realidade."&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/5503757853287340516-4196642654747789163?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4196642654747789163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4196642654747789163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/pois-e-mais-um-ano-que-passou-ou-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1567849989205582782</id><published>2012-01-01T22:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:13:27.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WnkDAneIsQE/TwCUVAozZoI/AAAAAAAABII/lj2i5BDER7M/s400/tumblr_lp2qngbKhj1qfs66do1_1280_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"É v&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;erdade, já estamos em 2012 e agora 2011 é o meu passado. V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;ou pisar o meu passado, agora vou viver o presente, vou aproveita-lo porque hoje eu sou feliz." E agora um &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;esejo para 2012:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não ter medo de ser feliz.&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/5503757853287340516-1567849989205582782?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1567849989205582782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1567849989205582782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-v-erdade-ja-estamos-em-2012-e-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WnkDAneIsQE/TwCUVAozZoI/AAAAAAAABII/lj2i5BDER7M/s72-c/tumblr_lp2qngbKhj1qfs66do1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-9068035242141937027</id><published>2011-12-29T17:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:35:42.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOz02tvTGlQ/TuXSaH6TPxI/AAAAAAAAKJo/1d6LUJCLImE/s400/new-years-eve-banner.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fui ver este filme ao cinema e aconselho a todos vós a vê-lo. É simplesmente lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Este filme apresenta uma estrutura muito semelhante a "Valentine´s Day", indo apresentar várias histórias de amor paralelas, ambientadas na passagem de ano, em T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;imes Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Na minha opinião, o filme quer-nos transmitir que: "Nada é impossível", e é bem certo, nada é mesmo impossível, nem que para isso&amp;nbsp;tenhamos&amp;nbsp;que alcançar e&amp;nbsp;suportar&amp;nbsp;tudo e todos!&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/5503757853287340516-9068035242141937027?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/9068035242141937027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/9068035242141937027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/fui-ver-este-filme-ao-cinema-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOz02tvTGlQ/TuXSaH6TPxI/AAAAAAAAKJo/1d6LUJCLImE/s72-c/new-years-eve-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5178719107628935584</id><published>2011-12-29T17:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:13:26.262Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajp5ih72Jgw/TvxL85NZYQI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/A12FgfA8sso/s400/tumblr_lepvbkxx0q1qdbbywo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqCEDOSlfwU/TvxL_6jLAUI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zyCMA-bgG9U/s400/394444_216554771759922_100002162027158_497104_1567886592_n_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Está quase a acabar o ano e é tempo de&amp;nbsp;reflectir sobre o que aconteceu tanto de bom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;como de mau. Para mim este ano foi um ano de muitos acontecimentos com bastantes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;alegrias mas também algumas tristezas (o mundo ainda não é perfeito infelizmente).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Conheci pessoas novas nas quais algumas marcaram e tem se revelado boas pessoas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;no qual eu estou a identificar-me bastante e de alguma forma já são especiais para mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Em outras criei muitas&amp;nbsp;expectativas e acabei por me desiludir, pois não eram bem aquilo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;que eu pensava (por vezes isso acontece, parecem boas pessoas com óptimas&amp;nbsp;intenções &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;mas depois&amp;nbsp;apunhalante pelas costas). Agradeço a todas as pessoas importantes da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por tudo que fizeram por mim,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;pela força que ao longo deste ano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;me tenham dado, pelo carinho e o mais importante:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Por me terem feito crescer como pessoa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Quero que &lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt; seja um ano onde eu possa continuar a realizar os meus objectivos, os meus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;sonhos, que tudo de bom que aconteceu este ano seja ainda melhor, que as tristezas cada vez sejam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;menores (se for&amp;nbsp;possível), que haja muita&amp;nbsp;saúde e amor não só para mim mas para todas as pessoas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;do mundo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Adorava que houvesse um mundo melhor, com menos assaltos, menos casos de violência,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;menos pobreza e guerras (mas isso também depende de cada um de nós, se todos&amp;nbsp;caminhássemos na&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;mesma direcção de certeza que se viam mais resultados e menos "frases soltas").&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para acabar não se esqueçam que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;não é o ano que tem de mudar , somos nós que temos de mudar as &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;nossas atitudes e rever os nossos valores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Desejo-vos umas boas entradas e que, tal como eu, possam realizar todos os vossos sonhos ao lado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;das pessoas que vocês mais amam."&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-5178719107628935584?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5178719107628935584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5178719107628935584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/esta-quase-acabar-o-ano-e-e-tempo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajp5ih72Jgw/TvxL85NZYQI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/A12FgfA8sso/s72-c/tumblr_lepvbkxx0q1qdbbywo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8267266255164270091</id><published>2011-12-29T16:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:49:27.318Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8pq8BwPV1qeeredo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Você despreza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a tua casa, o teu bairro, a tua cidade, eles não têm onde morar. Você morre de amor, de rir, de sono, de preguiça, de ciúmes, eles morrem de fome, de sede, de frio. Você reclama das tuas roupas, dos teus sapatos, dos teus acessórios, e eles mal têm o que vestir. Você reclama da sua vida, diz que está sendo muito difícil e que se vai matar, enquanto eles lutam pela&amp;nbsp;sobrevivência. &lt;i&gt;E então, vai dar valor agora ou já?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-8267266255164270091?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8267266255164270091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8267266255164270091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/voce-despreza-tua-casa-o-teu-bairro-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6930653108338084450</id><published>2011-12-29T16:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:48:35.717Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="268" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonoihCDeB1qeeredo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes eu prefiro ficar sozinha mesmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;. É bem melhor conversar e confiar em mim mesma, do que em certas pessoas, e depois me decepcionar.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-6930653108338084450?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6930653108338084450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6930653108338084450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-vezes-eu-prefiro-ficar-sozinha-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4101202455949274540</id><published>2011-12-29T16:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:46:42.097Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="270" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmq6kZ9nw1qeeredo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maturidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não é uma coisa que você acha assim, caída na rua como uma moedinha de cinco centavos. Amor não é como brincar de elástico, que você pode esticar, soltar, pisar em cima, que depois ele volta ao normal, sem nenhum dano. Caráter não é papel higiênico, que a gente usa só quando precisa, só pra tirar a própria sujeira e depois o jogamos fora, fazendo de conta que ele nunca existiu. Amigos não são como o&amp;nbsp;Google, que você só procura quando precisa de ajuda. Família não é motivo de vergonha, assim como preconceito não é motivo de orgulho. Talvez a gente não faça tudo certo, talvez tudo seja mesmo uma mera bobagem. Mas a gente um dia vai saber, e enquanto não sabemos, continuamos aprendendo (…)&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4101202455949274540?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4101202455949274540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4101202455949274540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/maturidade-e-uma-coisa-que-voce-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3194177480549659515</id><published>2011-12-29T16:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:45:15.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="272" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmqu8XPkb1qeeredo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amar dói, mas não mata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fafafa; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;. Agir é difícil, mas não tira pedaço. Dizer é necessário, mas sentir é essencial. Cair machuca, mas grandes edifícios começam a ser construídos de baixo pra cima. Chorar é gostoso, mas só quando é de tanto rir. Dar conselhos é fácil, difícil é seguir os teus próprios. Querer é bom, mas não é o suficiente pra que a gente consiga. Sorrir é bom, mas ser feliz é melhor ainda.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-3194177480549659515?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3194177480549659515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3194177480549659515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/amar-doi-mas-nao-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3189582719927834943</id><published>2011-12-29T16:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:44:28.309Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="269" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw3zgthvzM1qe0fdco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 25px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Não quero que &lt;i&gt;finja sentimentos&lt;/i&gt; por mim. Não aceito que segure a minha mão se tem a intenção de soltá-la. Só quero o que for verdadeiro."&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-3189582719927834943?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3189582719927834943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3189582719927834943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-quero-que-finja-sentimentos-por-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5806273072639521431</id><published>2011-12-26T15:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:33:42.621Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXQE_59iiGM/TvDgV-H11OI/AAAAAAAABE8/UDR2W_LJmY8/s400/tumblr_l1pjxqiI0l1qa13cao1_500_large-300x225.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Olho em frente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou sem ti, eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;sigo em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, sem olhar para olhar trás. Dizem que a vida é como uma história, se olharmos para trás morremos. A diferença é que na vida, não morremos. Sofremos e bastante! Como sabes nunca pensei sentir por ti o que sinto e por isso, hoje estou presa a ti porque o meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;. Não estou a dizer que não me marcas-te. Óbvio que não. F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;oram águas passadas, infelizmente não aconteceu nada entre nós. Pois, infelizmente. Mas não há problema,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;eu estou bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sozinha, mas bem&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-5806273072639521431?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5806273072639521431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5806273072639521431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/olho-em-frente-contigo-sem-ti-eu-sigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXQE_59iiGM/TvDgV-H11OI/AAAAAAAABE8/UDR2W_LJmY8/s72-c/tumblr_l1pjxqiI0l1qa13cao1_500_large-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3386813713849162090</id><published>2011-12-21T15:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:14:08.065Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16699768/tumblr_ltntm8XqcI1r5xaczo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Porque é que eu não posso ter um dia em paz&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;porque todos os dias tenho de ouvir gritos e rebaixos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;já estou um pouco farta de ouvir dizer que eu não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;qualquer valor, e no entanto, sou eu que faço quase tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sou eu que te oiço, que te ajudo..&amp;nbsp;e eu simplesmente significo NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Há dias que não pensamos no que dizemos, mas estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a começar a ver que é todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dê-me noites de descanso, dê-me vontade de amar quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mais grita comigo, quem mais me rebaixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu amo a melhor pessoa do mundo, que sem culpa alguma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;leva com os restos de tristeza e de raiva eu peço desculpa.."&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/5503757853287340516-3386813713849162090?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3386813713849162090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3386813713849162090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-e-que-eu-nao-posso-ter-um-dia-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2198463313175011019</id><published>2011-12-21T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:10:27.479Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="277" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16915146/tumblr_lt5c15GZiU1qf0fg6o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Estou cansada&lt;/i&gt; de pensar como vai ser a minha vida daqui&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;em diante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;Quero dizer a todos o que quero ser, quem quero do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;lado, quem eu quero esquecer e abandonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu queria dizer a certas pessoas que por elas dava a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;Quero deitar-me na cama e enroscar-me verdadeiramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;no&amp;nbsp;lençóis&amp;nbsp;e dizer a meio da noite que quero ficar contigo ate morrer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-2198463313175011019?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2198463313175011019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2198463313175011019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/estou-cansada-de-pensar-como-vai-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-770682438464360941</id><published>2011-12-21T15:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:10:25.085Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17702314/296725_213862482020155_100001892151795_526215_21510111_n_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Abraços quentes, sorrisos definidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;beijos doces, amor dado e recebido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;agora já sei o que é sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eu já sei amar e senti-me amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eu sei que quero manter-me do teu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;quando não sei nada sobre ti, o meu coração palpita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;há-de haver mais que dias para dizer-te que amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;há-de haver lembranças para os dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;há-de haver&amp;nbsp;lágrimas&amp;nbsp;que não vamos controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eu cada vez que ouvir a tua voz, o meu coração vai tremer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;por saber que estas perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu não quero dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu não quero bens materiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu quero simplesmente abraçar-te &amp;nbsp;e estar agarrada a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E amar-te mais do que eu possa imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eu sou completamente&amp;nbsp;apaixonada&amp;nbsp;por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eu orgulho-me todos os segundos de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eu sinto-me feliz por existires e estares do meu 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/5503757853287340516-770682438464360941?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/770682438464360941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/770682438464360941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/abracos-quentes-sorrisos-definidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-199406917106170060</id><published>2011-12-20T16:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:25:33.318Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="271" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu423hfVrf1qk2skoo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, como se estivesse lá em cima nas nuvens, tocando o céu, sentindo o vento sereno e calmo de um dia tranquilo e alegre, desabafar e com isso ficar mais leve para voar cada vez mais alto e mais longe, sentir o afago de uma alma tranquila, sonhar como se estivesse em um mundo onde o sofrimento não exista, imaginar coisas que nenhum ser humano foi capaz de ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apenas escrever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;de tal forma que sua alma lhe diga, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;obrigada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;” , por apenas se sentir por um momento na magia de caçar palavras soltas ao vento, e com isso viver tudo aquilo que lhe faz bem."&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-199406917106170060?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/199406917106170060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/199406917106170060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/escrever-como-se-estivesse-la-em-cima.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6027099701441585749</id><published>2011-12-20T14:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:01:56.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9to2CoOMTWA/TqPcGa4p5KI/AAAAAAAAAck/dOJS-FEBYxQ/s400/tumblr_lgd4b0yV0C1qcqbdbo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"Querido cérebro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Já paravas de mandar lembranças dele ao meu coração, pois cada vez que mandas, o meu coração fica mais destroçado e com mais saudades dele. Além disso, quando passares por ele, faz com que o meu coração continue calmo e que não bata tão depressa. Quando o vires com uma rapariga, acalma-o e diz que ela é só uma mera amiga. Quando ele me beijar, pára de pensar em coisas negativas, pois o meu coração fica com medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinceramente."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-6027099701441585749?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6027099701441585749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6027099701441585749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/querido-cerebro-ja-paravas-de-mandar.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9to2CoOMTWA/TqPcGa4p5KI/AAAAAAAAAck/dOJS-FEBYxQ/s72-c/tumblr_lgd4b0yV0C1qcqbdbo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2885605257161103827</id><published>2011-12-20T14:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:00:24.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYUNzzAtdGE/Tu40Q4M75JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/u-NsGkZ14Do/s400/tumblr_lwbi915Ooi1qd0pymo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Umas pessoas são assim: falam mas não agem, falam mas não dizem a verdade, falam bem á frente, falam mal atrás e quando se descobre, &lt;i&gt;magoa&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-2885605257161103827?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2885605257161103827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2885605257161103827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/umas-pessoas-sao-assim-falam-mas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYUNzzAtdGE/Tu40Q4M75JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/u-NsGkZ14Do/s72-c/tumblr_lwbi915Ooi1qd0pymo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2910622889718014860</id><published>2011-12-19T23:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:25:16.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tn4DPExVmA/Tq1UtFgrQnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/idhj-vyk28s/s1600/297369_296662957029167_211836872178443_1161958_639094269_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"S&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;ou um espírito livre, acho que são as únicas palavras que me descrevem como sou. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;ou difícil de caracterizar, tanto fisicamente, como psicologicamente. Odeio mostrar as minhas emoções: odeio chorar à tua frente, pois me faz sentir fraca. Odeio rir-me de forma diferente quando estou contigo porque mostram que estou dependente. Sim, a palavra dependente cabe perfeitamente na nossa relação. Odeio quando me tocas, pois me dá arrepios. Quando duas pessoas se amam, deveriam ficar juntas, para todo o sempre. Mas, nunca me entendes-te. E para haver um "sempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;é preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;entender, certo ? É estranho a maneira como eu falo, me riu, ou até mesmo choro quando estou contigo. Não é forçado, é tudo ao natural. Sim, és o rapaz que eu mais amo. Mas o rapaz que também me fez chorar muito, o rapaz que me quebrou o coração de uma forma que nunca pensara que quebrara.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"wild hearts never broken", então porque que o meu partiu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-2910622889718014860?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2910622889718014860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2910622889718014860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/s-ou-um-espirito-livre-acho-que-sao-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tn4DPExVmA/Tq1UtFgrQnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/idhj-vyk28s/s72-c/297369_296662957029167_211836872178443_1161958_639094269_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4878098836976073838</id><published>2011-12-19T23:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:13:49.569Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrd26grLGG1qhmo0uo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinceramente?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;É disto que eu gosto mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4878098836976073838?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4878098836976073838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4878098836976073838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinceramente-e-disto-que-eu-gosto-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4354709842690795096</id><published>2011-12-19T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:12:53.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="269" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwbu7i2Y4A1qgujkdo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;Sabem quando pensamos no rapaz perfeito ? ele não existe, criamos uma ilusão e acabamos por nos desiludirmos a nós próprias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;no inicio, é um conto de fadas, um mar de rosas, mas no fim , acaba por criar mais feridas.&amp;nbsp;e essas feridas, vão crescendo, aumentando e doendo cada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;sentimo-nos inuteis e que nada nos pode salvar .mas na verdade há sempre algo a fazer, não nos podemos deixar assim .ele pediu-te, o que não tinhas , e tu tentaste dar .&amp;nbsp;tentaste mas não conseguis-te sabes porque ? ele não te amava de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;limpas-te as lágrimas demasiadas vezes, tentaste falar com ele, tentaste ouvir a sua voz, mas ele só te utilizava , como um brinquedo.&amp;nbsp;mas tu és mais do que um brinquedo, és uma princesa, não podes ser jogada e de seguida deitada fora, ninguém merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;és humana , não um objecto. e ele é que errou , não foste tu .&amp;nbsp;toda a gente erra, mas ele abuso das chances de errar, normalmente erramos por natureza mas ele ? só te magoa.&amp;nbsp;e mesmo assim , lutas sempre por ele , tentando dar o melhor para ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;porque lá dentro, acreditas profundamente que foste tu que erras-te, que és a culpada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;mas abre os olhos, ele só volta, quando sentir a tua falta .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d;"&gt;não te deixes enganar, vive a vida!&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4354709842690795096?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4354709842690795096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4354709842690795096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabem-quando-pensamos-no-rapaz-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3934384008557144802</id><published>2011-12-19T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:06:00.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhhta6zxF11qewcf7o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Vida nova, pensamento sobre o mundo diferente. Oportunidade é uma palavra que para muitos não soa muito bem, pois não acredita nela. Faz a diferença, sê&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;melhor, acredita! Faz com que a vida seja aproveitada e não desperdiçada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A vida é injusta , mas eu estou-me borrifando para ela ... mas, quem faz o meu destino sou eu e&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;mudará isso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Como fosse uma guerra, se desistes está perdida para sempre ... mas sê forte e defini realmente o que queres, sê&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;na vida ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que por vezes poderias ter mudado um dia ... nunca mais&amp;nbsp;poderás&amp;nbsp;mudar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-3934384008557144802?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3934384008557144802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3934384008557144802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida-nova-pensamento-sobre-o-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3564706224217583221</id><published>2011-12-19T23:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:02:41.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nm6WdzrgEY/TttPYc_KYzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OEtJsm9dYZg/s1600/tumblr_lve1n9bYJF1r6b1fko1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"É&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;um falso sorriso. É uns risos forçados. É um "estou bem" que não é verdade. É tudo o que eu faço todos os dias e todos os dias sinto aquele aperto enorme no coração. Sentia-me mal. Não estava doente, então tinha de haver outra explicação: era ele. Balançava o meu corpo para frente e para trás, como se fosse uma criança total, como se fosse um objecto. Tentava-me concentrar num filme, mas até os filmes de terror, me faziam lembrar dele. olhava para cada esquina e também me lembrava dele: isto era uma&amp;nbsp;espécie&amp;nbsp;de masoquismo. &lt;i&gt;Sentia umas míseras saudades dele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-3564706224217583221?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3564706224217583221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3564706224217583221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-falso-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nm6WdzrgEY/TttPYc_KYzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/OEtJsm9dYZg/s72-c/tumblr_lve1n9bYJF1r6b1fko1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8890204277785682373</id><published>2011-12-16T16:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:29:35.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17343078/beach-couple-girl-guy-see-Favim.com-198996_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dizes-me o segredo do amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sinceramente não sei dar designação, nem dizer todos os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sentimentos&amp;nbsp;adquiridos, eu dou por mim, a pensar em ti de dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e de noite, a olhar para os presentes que me das e o coração que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;se derrete perante ti, eu amo-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas não quero que duvides nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que ando ciumenta, mas é porque gosto de ti e não te quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;perder nunca, podes-lhe chamar de medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;talvez seja o nome dele."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-8890204277785682373?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8890204277785682373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8890204277785682373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/dizes-me-o-segredo-do-amor-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8150475657866250761</id><published>2011-12-16T16:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:23:40.672Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw9vlyThcO1qfy75no1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Ninguém imagina o que realmente é um sorriso verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ninguém&amp;nbsp;imagina o quanto faz nos sentir bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ninguém admite o que sente quando o sorriso e&amp;nbsp;proporcionado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ninguém dá valor a um gesto tão simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Todos sabem sorrir, mas nem todos lhe dão valor."&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/5503757853287340516-8150475657866250761?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8150475657866250761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8150475657866250761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/ninguem-imagina-o-que-realmente-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1922090143249337976</id><published>2011-12-16T16:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:11:52.682Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11318229/tumblr_ln0yypO5QO1qi3kxdo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;« Queria tudo, e agora quero o&amp;nbsp;mínimo! »&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Adoro ver a chuva da minha janela, acalma-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Adoro passear debaixo dela, fazes-me sentir viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro saltar em poças, fazes-me sentir criança de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Adoro o som de uma maneira ruidosa e confortante, adoro ouvi-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e baixo dos&amp;nbsp;lençóis, aconchegada a almofada e a pensar em momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;tive ou posso vir a ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A pensar no passado e tentar alcançar o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Um dia talvez te conte todos os meus segredos ..."&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/5503757853287340516-1922090143249337976?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1922090143249337976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1922090143249337976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/queria-tudo-e-agora-quero-o-adoro-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-647236095317038551</id><published>2011-12-16T16:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:07:27.495Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="268" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19125525/tumblr_lvyw5wrEI51qam6r1o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Todas queremos um rapaz que nos diga que se precisarmos de falar com alguém ás 4 da manhã que lhe podemos ligar. Um rapaz que nos ligue mesmo só para ouvir a nossa voz e saber que estamos bem. Um rapaz que é igual quando está só connosco e quando está connosco e com os amigos. Um rapaz que acima de tudo seja nosso amigo e que nos conheça tão bem com nós próprias. Um rapaz que seja capaz de nos dizer que não está nos seus melhores dias só para nos irmos ter com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um rapaz que nos ame de volta...&lt;/i&gt;"&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/5503757853287340516-647236095317038551?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/647236095317038551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/647236095317038551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/todas-queremos-um-rapaz-que-nos-diga.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2211593603412548759</id><published>2011-12-16T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:23:23.259Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19192716/5999690594_f0799c1a11_z_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sabe quando você não conhece uma pessoa, mas… ela tem algo que te&lt;i&gt; chama a atenção&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;o que é isso... ?&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-2211593603412548759?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2211593603412548759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2211593603412548759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/sabe-quando-voce-nao-conhece-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7752256700004727966</id><published>2011-12-16T15:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:55:06.178Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Eu quero eternizar o seu sorriso lindo – mas eu nunca falei dele pra você. Nem falei do seu cheirinho bom, que é o cheiro de uma nova vida que eu estava precisando tanto. E você nem sonha que eu sou meia ciumenta, bem chata, quero ser mãe e acredito no amor da minha vida. Acredito no amor pra sempre. Acredito em alma gémea." src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6gvcZfZq1r46205o1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Odeio aquele momento mesmo antes de ir dormir, que me faz pensar em coisas que eu não me queria lembrar. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;é assim que me apaixono por ti todas as noites ...&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/5503757853287340516-7752256700004727966?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7752256700004727966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7752256700004727966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/odeio-aquele-momento-mesmo-antes-de-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5164930863109201151</id><published>2011-12-15T19:49:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:49:44.535Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q115eIKkeA8/TrcgIh5OWtI/AAAAAAAABWU/vtzxunqVLXg/s640/tumblr_lbqv7bAAWU1qdufdgo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;VOU ALI &lt;i&gt;SER FELIZ&lt;/i&gt;, E JÁ VOLTO.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-5164930863109201151?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5164930863109201151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5164930863109201151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/vou-ali-ser-feliz-e-ja-volto.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q115eIKkeA8/TrcgIh5OWtI/AAAAAAAABWU/vtzxunqVLXg/s72-c/tumblr_lbqv7bAAWU1qdufdgo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7310756214227009360</id><published>2011-12-15T19:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:52:27.465Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOzXm8mIOSs/TtAgpxnXjsI/AAAAAAAABZQ/XhPMEkrsakI/s400/tumblr_lt77gccJBz1qfffn9o1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbrDCRghqS0/TtAgxQOddqI/AAAAAAAABZY/8roKesJYcUc/s400/tumblr_lt77gccJBz1qfffn9o2_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-608793359069669276" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; text-align: -webkit-auto; width: 670px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Ás vezes magoa, outras vezes apenas faz doer , no entanto o que custa sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;é aquilo que nos faz realmente sofrer. não gosto de pessoas bipolares, não gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de sentimentos que desdobram em sentidos opostos, ou sim ou não, não gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de intermédias respostas que só me fazem desesperar e no fim desiludem como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;se o tempo de espera nunca tivesse existido!&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ás vezes é&amp;nbsp;preferível&amp;nbsp;desistir, do que insistir.&lt;/i&gt;"&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/5503757853287340516-7310756214227009360?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7310756214227009360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7310756214227009360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-vezes-magoa-outras-vezes-apenas-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOzXm8mIOSs/TtAgpxnXjsI/AAAAAAAABZQ/XhPMEkrsakI/s72-c/tumblr_lt77gccJBz1qfffn9o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4901151836846592145</id><published>2011-12-15T19:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:32:38.328Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw0pjzvPOk1qertf3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou &lt;i&gt;pequena&lt;/i&gt; mas a minha mente alcança pontos onde tu nem em uma vida chegarás."&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4901151836846592145?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4901151836846592145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4901151836846592145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/sou-pequena-mas-minha-mente-alcanca.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3246958235299186771</id><published>2011-12-13T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:18:26.517Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3xGXEX0KxM/TZ3_mIEUlsI/AAAAAAAAASE/kxdXUljdG9A/s400/tumblr_lhlunnM7T61qaaanmo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tanta verdade numa só frase!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-3246958235299186771?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3246958235299186771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3246958235299186771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/tanta-verdade-numa-so-frase.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3xGXEX0KxM/TZ3_mIEUlsI/AAAAAAAAASE/kxdXUljdG9A/s72-c/tumblr_lhlunnM7T61qaaanmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4822493122757940240</id><published>2011-12-13T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:03:41.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sofu5PoTAQ8/TanPYXS0ryI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CPEE9ZgJdrs/s1600/tumblr_ljo1dkxSu71qhpqkfo1_500_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Não gosto de te sentir triste, não gosto mesmo. apesar de estar longe e não ser grande ajuda, sabes que pode contar comigo para tudo. sempre que a força te faltar e o sorriso te falhar, eu estou aqui. sempre que o sol não brilhar e a vida não te sorrir, eu estou aqui.e estarei sempre aqui, para ti. pensa em tudo que já passamos, pensa nos nossos momentos bons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não tenhas saudades&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;mas sorri, sorri por sermos quem somos. pela amizade que&amp;nbsp;construímos. porque nos temos uma à outra, embora longe. pelo destino que já traçamos juntas. é isso que eu faço todo os dias; lembro-me de ti e sorrio! és a minha força e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tua felicidade é a minha."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4822493122757940240?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4822493122757940240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4822493122757940240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-gosto-de-te-sentir-triste-nao-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sofu5PoTAQ8/TanPYXS0ryI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CPEE9ZgJdrs/s72-c/tumblr_ljo1dkxSu71qhpqkfo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1233106888342220706</id><published>2011-12-13T21:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:14:34.348Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERFVis7htPM/TbcmBIoeleI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g0OgRXid8cs/s1600/tumblr_lggdcdcXGP1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Foste, mas a tua presença continua em mim. Foste, e levaste tudo de mim. Roubaste-me tudo e deitaste fora, sem dó&amp;nbsp;nem piedade. Deixaste-me&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;com dor e mensagens cobertas de mentiras. Dou por mim e lê-las e rele-las vezes infinitas... as tuas palavras pareciam tão sinceras. Quando me deito nos meus lençóis frios preenchidos a lágrimas, ainda te desejo lá&amp;nbsp;ao meu lado, e as poucas mas boas&amp;nbsp;memórias&amp;nbsp;que tenho tuas invadem-me a mente. Eu esforço-me para não pensar e digo a mim mesma que te foste embora, mas é mais forte que eu. Esta dor é demasiado real, as cicatrizes que abriste não parecem fechar. Já passei por isto uma vez e tu sabias, porquê que me estás a fazer passar outra vez? é&amp;nbsp;incrível&amp;nbsp;o vazio que deixaste em mim. Sinto a tua falta onde quer que vá, todos os dias, a toda a hora. Isso vai mudar. é verdade que me marcaste de uma maneira diferente, especial e que nunca vou ver&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;como te via a ti. Mas tu decidiste continuar a tua vida sem mim e não&amp;nbsp;há&amp;nbsp;nada que eu possa fazer para te impedir, aliás, eu fiz tudo que podia fazer por ti, se não fiz mais foi devido às circunstâncias. Penso em como seriamos como namorados, tu dizias que me querias mostrar ao mundo como tua namorada. Penso nas coisas que ficaram por ser ditas que tu impediste que fossem&amp;nbsp;pronunciadas. Penso nas memórias que&amp;nbsp;poderíamos&amp;nbsp;vir a criar. Penso nos&amp;nbsp;inúmeros&amp;nbsp;reencontros que as saudades me fizeram imaginar. Idealizei tanto o nosso futuro. Mas tu tomaste a tua decisão continuaste sem mim e eu vou fazer o mesmo. Agora de nada vale o futuro idealizado e os reencontros imaginados. Tudo que dissemos vai cair no esquecimento da&amp;nbsp;memória tal como tu. Um dia vais-te arrepender, vais ver aquilo que tiveste e desperdiçaste, eu sei que vais mas nesse dia vai ser tarde. Eu vou-te dizer que não, que já não te quero. Vou seguir de cabeça erguida. Volto a repetir; ela nunca te vai fazer feliz como eu&amp;nbsp;poderia&amp;nbsp;fazer mas foi a tua escolha. Espero que sejas feliz nessa nova relação."&lt;/span&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-1233106888342220706?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1233106888342220706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1233106888342220706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/foste-mas-tua-presenca-continua-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERFVis7htPM/TbcmBIoeleI/AAAAAAAAAVo/g0OgRXid8cs/s72-c/tumblr_lggdcdcXGP1qf6py6o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6911977481028433820</id><published>2011-12-13T11:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:16:39.138Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mvKdUSW9XE/TVWSfoqJKQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IsYuGtm8l74/s400/tumblr_l57a1qPc121qbg4z7o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felicidade&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;é a certeza de que a nossa vida não está passando inutilmente.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-6911977481028433820?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6911977481028433820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6911977481028433820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/felicidade-certeza-de-que-nossa-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mvKdUSW9XE/TVWSfoqJKQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IsYuGtm8l74/s72-c/tumblr_l57a1qPc121qbg4z7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2825760325373553086</id><published>2011-12-13T11:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:12:35.597Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOLX1nZmeP4/Teal8IKj1fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ed1FUNru_pg/s1600/tumblr_lkms0qXzU91qcu85yo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Não sou perfeita&lt;/i&gt;, eu sei, tenho demasiados defeitos até mas duma coisa tenho a certeza, sou uma boa amiga. sempre o fui para ti e não podes dizer o contrário. sempre estive contigo,&amp;nbsp;se calhar, ninguém o estava, fiz tudo por ti e tomei a nossa amizade como garantida. mas mais uma vez, e como sempre, enganei-me. desiludiste-me. não estou chateada por não teres ido comigo, mas não gostei do que me disseste. tens amigos novos, tens um grupo de amigos novos e eu fiz as pazes com uma amiga. aceita isso como eu aceito os teus amigos novos. não aceito é que digas que a culpa é dela nem muito menos que eu só queria saber dela. quantas foram as vezes que me convidaste? enfim. isto tudo é como um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;déjà vu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. ou não tens consciência que estás a fazer o mesmo de à dois anos? como disseste, ele tem razão, a vida é um abre-olhos mas tu andas com eles fechados ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;se soubesses o que se passa, pensavas duas vezes antes de dizeres a merda que disseste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-2825760325373553086?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2825760325373553086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2825760325373553086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sou-perfeita-eu-sei-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IOLX1nZmeP4/Teal8IKj1fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ed1FUNru_pg/s72-c/tumblr_lkms0qXzU91qcu85yo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4348064911886486955</id><published>2011-12-13T11:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:11:12.734Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLbADzOu6Xs/TfewNPNCnEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EEbaAG60uvw/s1600/tumblr_lmshwdRHJD1qcu85yo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"O&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tempo é precioso&lt;/i&gt;. se não o aproveitarmos, ele passa por n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;s sem o vermos porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #00ccff; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;temos tempo mas o tempo nunca&amp;nbsp;será&amp;nbsp;nosso. E eu, sentei-me demasiado tempo à espera que o tempo desenhasse sozinho o meu destino. dois meses, como passa rápido. ainda ontem cheguei e&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;vou ter que partir novamente. Estou cansada destas partidas. Pude resolver isto porque tive oportunidade mas não a agarrei, deixei-a fugir.&lt;i&gt; A esperança&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;morreu&lt;/i&gt; mas finjo que ainda a tenho. Tenho outra vez os dias contados e contá-los está&amp;nbsp;a dar cabo de mim. Não sei quanto mais tempo aguento esta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo é precioso e eu não o aproveitei&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-4348064911886486955?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4348064911886486955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4348064911886486955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-e-precioso.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLbADzOu6Xs/TfewNPNCnEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EEbaAG60uvw/s72-c/tumblr_lmshwdRHJD1qcu85yo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7114484964597369739</id><published>2011-12-13T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:08:10.827Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/19092402/tumblr_lvn6h8oQIs1qfquzpo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; line-height: 16px; text-align: left; text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;"&gt;"É impressionante como o rumo das nossas vidas está sempre em constante mudança. o caminho pode ser o mesmo, mas há sempre alguma alteração, há sempre aqueles aspectos eu não são estáveis. ás vezes as coisas não são como nos queremos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;gostava de dizer qualquer coisa que traduzisse o meu aborrecimento em relação a isto, mas não encontro as palavras certas. por isso vou entregar a minha revolta ao silêncio, antes que escolha as palavras erradas com receio que lhe sejam feitas más interpretações. não é cobardia, é inteligência, porque o silêncio nem sempre é o refugio dos cobardes."&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/5503757853287340516-7114484964597369739?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7114484964597369739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7114484964597369739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-impressionante-como-o-rumo-das-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4339792850358325835</id><published>2011-12-11T16:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:05:12.877Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16317146/art-beautiful-eyes-fashion-fun-Favim.com-151940_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensamento:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;olhar em frente e sorrir para o novo dia que aí vem. E, quando o dia se for, se existir vontade de chorar, então chora-se, mas depois deitar na cama e dormir, porque é necessário descansar para que se possa sorrir para o dia seguinte.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4339792850358325835?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4339792850358325835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4339792850358325835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/pensamento-em-frente-e-sorrir-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6570876896944801607</id><published>2011-12-11T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:01:40.858Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17277569/tumblr_ltm9x5k4dh1qklhh3o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Não sei onde está o teu &lt;i&gt;coração agora&lt;/i&gt;, se ainda vivo lá dentro, ou se outra mulher ocupou todo o espaço em que já fui feliz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-6570876896944801607?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6570876896944801607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6570876896944801607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sei-onde-esta-o-teu-coracao-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3813763000801478375</id><published>2011-12-11T15:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:16:04.176Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/313113_170686646359073_164997470261324_321395_1887365886_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-3813763000801478375?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3813763000801478375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3813763000801478375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2861821065958713391</id><published>2011-12-11T15:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:56:28.312Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17925881/tumblr_luvjn3hsPT1qzyd2oo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Eu sabia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Opá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, será possível&lt;/i&gt; eu prever sempre este tipo de coisas? Eu sabia que tudo iria acabar por cair em cima de mim, como sempre acontece. Mas magoa, e muito, ouvir coisas da boca de uma pessoa que deveriam ser ditas da boca de outra..."&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-2861821065958713391?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2861821065958713391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2861821065958713391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-sabia.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2330329276674409278</id><published>2011-12-11T15:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:52:28.007Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/18321505/chic-country-dress-fashion-girl-Favim.com-215540_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;«&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Quando pensares em desistir, pensa na tua vida como se fosse um jogo: é como se estivesses quase a esgotar a "barra da vida" mas o que tens de fazer para não perder? Passar por cima do que te faz mal e andar sempre até encontrares algo que te devolva a vida que estás prestes a perder. Porque a vida não passa disso, não passa de um jogo no qual há coisas que te magoam, coisas que te aumentam a vida, coisas que só servem para acumular e não têm qualquer função e, para além disso tudo, ainda há os bónus de que não esperas e que te põe num nível máximo de "contentamento". »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-2330329276674409278?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2330329276674409278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2330329276674409278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/quando-pensares-em-desistir-pensa-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8218828230532582677</id><published>2011-12-11T15:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:48:20.285Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lR1yQ6L2eeg/TtgD5634rmI/AAAAAAAACRM/WmbnvGrjdj8/s1600/tumblr_lfgezzytTZ1qckzpmo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só há uma pessoa importante na minha vida por quem eu morreria, mas uma coisa é certa, todas as pessoas importantes para mim, jamais morrerão no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-8218828230532582677?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8218828230532582677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8218828230532582677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-ha-uma-pessoa-importante-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lR1yQ6L2eeg/TtgD5634rmI/AAAAAAAACRM/WmbnvGrjdj8/s72-c/tumblr_lfgezzytTZ1qckzpmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2417701508967765563</id><published>2011-12-11T15:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:37:02.191Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvw0n7elD41qfrkdgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Há vezes em que um &lt;i&gt;"amo-te"&lt;/i&gt; não chega e outras em que &lt;i&gt;é demasiado.&lt;/i&gt; É natural, afinal cada um de nós sente coisas diferentes e de maneiras diferentes e deveria haver uma palavra para cada pedaço de "amor" - sim, porque todo o amor é diferente. E todos nós sentimos que um "amo-te" é uma palavra fraca para o que sentimos ou, por vezes, demasiado forte, mas é para isso que existe a palavra "gosto". Mais vale um "gosto de ti" muito forte do que um "amo-te" fraco. Pensa nisso antes de dizeres um "amo-te" sem o sentires por inteiro!&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-2417701508967765563?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2417701508967765563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2417701508967765563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-vezes-em-que-um-amo-te-nao-chega-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-514864726639455373</id><published>2011-12-10T14:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:30:04.322Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zn5xb1bojCs/Tt0fwpcasjI/AAAAAAAABDw/oki7OoHGeQA/s640/cwUG_large.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"A vida realmente é como uma montanha russa, num dia somos a pessoa mais feliz do mundo e no outro somos completamente o &lt;i&gt;contrário&lt;/i&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/5503757853287340516-514864726639455373?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/514864726639455373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/514864726639455373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida-realmente-e-como-uma-montanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zn5xb1bojCs/Tt0fwpcasjI/AAAAAAAABDw/oki7OoHGeQA/s72-c/cwUG_large.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8409611192563583710</id><published>2011-12-10T14:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:13:14.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvw0n7elD41qfrkdgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Passo metade do dia odiando minha vida e querendo ser sugada pela minha própria insignificância. A outra metade passo rindo do quanto sou dramática e exagerada."&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/5503757853287340516-8409611192563583710?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8409611192563583710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8409611192563583710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/passo-metade-do-dia-odiando-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4797323300457056806</id><published>2011-12-10T13:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:16:56.104Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kEG5Tp6n7Q/TYSjeDm-zRI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SzA0HVfeqHQ/s1600/5142021529_29f3cc813e_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dias escuros sem sorrisos, sem risos de verdade. Dias tristes, vontade de fazer nada, só dormir. Dormir porque o mundo dos sonhos é melhor, porque os meus desejos valem de algo, dormir porque não há tormentos enquanto sonho, e eu posso tornar tudo realidade. Quando acordo, vejo que os meus sonhos não passam disso, sonhos; e é assim que cada dia começa: desejando que não tivesse começado, desejando viver no mundo dos sonhos, ou transformar meu mundo real num lugar que eu possa viver, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;não sobreviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-4797323300457056806?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4797323300457056806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4797323300457056806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/dias-escuros-sem-sorrisos-sem-risos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kEG5Tp6n7Q/TYSjeDm-zRI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SzA0HVfeqHQ/s72-c/5142021529_29f3cc813e_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5068735862781493386</id><published>2011-12-06T12:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:59:00.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_luyt81SOIb1r5i7tzo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1323260112&amp;amp;Signature=U4j7KZmBDK6vfxh5%2F52oTYWJwgw%3D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oi querido coração, está na altura de te contar toda a verdade. Sabes aquela velha história de que o tempo cura tudo? É tudo mentira, é uma simples frase que nos leva a acreditar que amanhã quando acordarmos já tudo terá passado. Leva-mos essa frase nos nossos ouvidos, foi uma coisa que gostamos de ouvir, iludiu-nos, criou-nos uma esperança, talvez a ultima de que tudo ficará ok. E como nós gostamos de ouvir mentiras porque a verdade definitivamente magoa, relembramos essas palavras vezes sem contas. É verdade, um tipo replay de uma música. E estamos tão ocupados com isso que acabamos por não nos lembrar que estamos magoados. Que estupidez. Que desordem. Que delírio. Até ao dia em que alguém te pergunta como vais e tu és obrigado a relembrar tudo que uma inútil esperança te fez ignorar. E volta a doer, respondes “eu achava que estava indo bem” enquanto sentes a tua alma sendo cortada com apenas uma pergunta. E choras, choras muito. Voltas a sofrer e perguntas-te quanto tempo vai demorar a passar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas o tempo não cura, o tempo não apaga nada. O tempo não existe, és tu e eu que existimos, a dor está cá dentro não do lado de fora sujeita a passar por cima um pano com detergente e limpar. Tu vives os dias com essa angústia até dizeres para ti mesmo que chega. Somos os únicos capazes de parar a dor. Começando por voltar a viver. Sorrindo para apaziguar a dor e ela perceber que existe algo cá fora capaz de mover com o desespero. Afinal antes dessa dor éramos felizes, não éramos? Pelo menos ainda estávamos bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por isso coração, hoje descansa em paz que amanhã vou-te dar algum sentimento diferente do de hoje. Sim, porque eu posso e quero.&amp;nbsp;&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/5503757853287340516-5068735862781493386?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5068735862781493386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5068735862781493386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/oi-querido-coracao-esta-na-altura-de-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-176721710950241472</id><published>2011-12-06T08:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:59:11.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="215" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqy9pw4GVn1r17jubo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Desculpa voltar a escrever para ti ao fim de tanto tempo, mas hoje eu pensei em ti, pensei em nós e isso trouxe-me muita saudade. Eu não esqueci o teu nome, não esqueci a forma como beijas nem esqueci dos mínimos detalhes que eu amava em ti. Pelo simples facto de eu saber que nunca chegarás a ler o que escrevo hoje para ti, vou dizer tudo que carrego dentro das lágrimas que ainda não escorreram os meus olhos por causa do orgulho. Eu odeio não ter nenhuma mensagem tua no telemóvel, odeio ver-te feliz sem mim, odeio não poder correr para ti, odeio ouvir-te, odeio quando sorris e quando eu estou ali para todos menos para ti. Odeio odiar tudo em ti e não conseguir odiar-te a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sabes o que és? És o filho da puta que me roubou a merda coração, és o idiota que me deixou fugir, és o estúpido que não percebe o que sinto o que quero dizer e como me sinto quando sou ignorada. Para mim não acabou. Vem ter comigo quando perceberes que sou completamente tua, eu dir-te-ei como começou, o que levei vestido, o que tinhas vestido e como foi a porra do primeiro beijo. Porque é que não me agarras como nos filmes e nas novelas e me beijas? Porque é que eu agora sou nada, se eu já fui tudo? Sei todas as promessas, os planos e os desejos para o futuro, sei, sei e ainda ouço cada palavra tua no meu ouvido e magoa muito. Ia-mos ter filhos, ia-mos casar e o nosso carro ia ser vermelho. Ias-me levar a casa todas as noites, ia-mos à lua e ias ficar comigo para sempre. Dizias com inocência que eu não te ia conseguir aturar para sempre, que cómico, foste tu que desististe de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nunca vais saber que hoje ainda estou aqui a esperar por ti, por isso vemo-nos amanhã com muito desprezo e poucas palavras meu quase amigo."&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/5503757853287340516-176721710950241472?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/176721710950241472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/176721710950241472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/desculpa-voltar-escrever-para-ti-ao-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4104190453653688809</id><published>2011-12-06T08:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:59:21.462Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJumU7Ybzzo/Tttv5EsT-UI/AAAAAAAABis/fwmXAj-Tp8k/s400/tumblr_lq6vn705xh1qd0uiio1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Não digo como nem porque , porque nem eu mesma sei , só sei que me sinto bem , não digo como nunca me senti , mas sim como há muito tempo já não sentia .. não vou dizer que o amo , porque estaria a mentir , simplesmente digo que gosto dele , da companhia dele , das brincadeiras , dos 'momentos' . sinto-me bem , super bem , e quero continuar assim .. obrigada por tudo ! e sim gosto de ti, gosto muito, &lt;b&gt;conseguis-te&lt;/b&gt;!"&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4104190453653688809?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4104190453653688809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4104190453653688809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-digo-como-nem-porque-porque-nem-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJumU7Ybzzo/Tttv5EsT-UI/AAAAAAAABis/fwmXAj-Tp8k/s72-c/tumblr_lq6vn705xh1qd0uiio1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4590623918973797524</id><published>2011-12-05T22:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:59:34.398Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7B6KaY4fulQ/TpAbUnRwcFI/AAAAAAAABVE/9J20_IPbR6Y/s400/tumblr_lpxwyc5l0K1qfsee9o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Num tempo em que acreditei que te podia esquecer se me obrigasse a amar outro homem. Não sabia como te limpar do meu sistema sanguíneo e por isso mesmo inventava realidades forçadas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"aproveita o dia ou morre lamentando o tempo que perdeste.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-4590623918973797524?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4590623918973797524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4590623918973797524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/num-tempo-em-que-acreditei-que-te-podia.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7B6KaY4fulQ/TpAbUnRwcFI/AAAAAAAABVE/9J20_IPbR6Y/s72-c/tumblr_lpxwyc5l0K1qfsee9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5042019958173421308</id><published>2011-12-05T22:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:00:00.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlRqXwFE39c/Tq5cChAAcbI/AAAAAAAABgs/C7QQOfebAWE/s400/tumblr_lt533fTFxK1qafc06o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e por vezes temos de notar que a vida nem sempre é como queremos e desejamos. e é assim, não podemos parar o destino, nem sequer as horas. então não deu ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... porque longe da vista, longe do coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-5042019958173421308?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5042019958173421308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5042019958173421308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-por-vezes-temos-de-notar-que-vida-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlRqXwFE39c/Tq5cChAAcbI/AAAAAAAABgs/C7QQOfebAWE/s72-c/tumblr_lt533fTFxK1qafc06o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5732153383362061745</id><published>2011-12-05T22:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:00:11.267Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="224" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltvy0wAb261qmnfwg.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tu és o autor da tua vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Somente tu és capaz de escolher onde vais, com quem vais e o que vais fazer. A vida tem uma carrada de perguntas de escolha múltipla em que tu assinalas a que está ao teu alcance, a que de momento vai realizar um acto mimado ou a que é tão falsa, bem ilusória.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Creio que por vezes possas escolher a opção errada e não ter retorno, já passei por isso, já fiz escolhas erradas e queres que te seja sincera? Ainda hoje me bate o coração desalmadamente pela opção que fiz. O meu corpo ainda carrega as marcas da dor e a minha mente ainda me lembra do que hoje poderia ser diferente. Mas não é só comigo, também acontece contigo, com ele, com ou outros e com os restantes não é verdade? Quantas vezes reparaste que te estavas a lamentar de uma coisa que disseste? Quantas vezes magoado disseste “Quem me dera que fosse diferente” ou então “Quem me dera que o tempo voltasse atrás”?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tantas vezes, não é verdade?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A escolha foi, é e será só tua!&lt;/b&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-5732153383362061745?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5732153383362061745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5732153383362061745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/tu-es-o-autor-da-tua-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-319356007148826618</id><published>2011-12-04T17:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:00:29.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PauT7zZwgdU/TturLhhB73I/AAAAAAAAA6g/srrNy0xKDLE/s1600/tumblr_lhr633BTVq1qcmo4po1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PauT7zZwgdU/TturLhhB73I/AAAAAAAAA6g/srrNy0xKDLE/s400/tumblr_lhr633BTVq1qcmo4po1_500.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-right-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-style: solid; border-width: initial; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px; position: relative;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ele: &lt;/b&gt;ódio é uma palavra tão forte, não achas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ela: &lt;/b&gt;amor também é, e as pessoas falam como se não significasse nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-319356007148826618?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/319356007148826618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/319356007148826618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/12/ele-odio-e-uma-palavra-tao-forte-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PauT7zZwgdU/TturLhhB73I/AAAAAAAAA6g/srrNy0xKDLE/s72-c/tumblr_lhr633BTVq1qcmo4po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3833933907240174599</id><published>2011-09-13T22:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:00:43.978Z</updated><title type='text'>, nem vale a pena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNgwMKO8WQM/TmtSfhKEOuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bvYrIjkjFD0/s400/bia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixei de dar importância a certas pessoas. Porque percebi que não merecem o meu devido valor.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-3833933907240174599?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3833933907240174599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3833933907240174599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/09/nem-vale-pena.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, nem vale a pena.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNgwMKO8WQM/TmtSfhKEOuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bvYrIjkjFD0/s72-c/bia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3798620961176529698</id><published>2011-09-11T15:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:01:25.342Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se esperares durante muito tempo pelo momento perfeito, o momento perfeito irá passar por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="264" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14443742/tumblr_lhle6hAU691qemqmzo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-3798620961176529698?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3798620961176529698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3798620961176529698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-esperares-durante-muito-tempo-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5618941150869246026</id><published>2011-09-11T15:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:01:47.235Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;img height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fj4pA7wYQo/TmwhlHp6J8I/AAAAAAAABSg/T_VUdUTHSoU/s400/tumblr_lplab4HCEV1qhq59bo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 12px;"&gt;O cérebro das pessoas pára de funcionar quando pensam que vão perder alguém que amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 12px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-5618941150869246026?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5618941150869246026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5618941150869246026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-cerebro-das-pessoas-para-de-funcionar.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fj4pA7wYQo/TmwhlHp6J8I/AAAAAAAABSg/T_VUdUTHSoU/s72-c/tumblr_lplab4HCEV1qhq59bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3467266371483212715</id><published>2011-09-11T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:29:12.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, more than words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela: &lt;/b&gt;tu me levantarias se eu caísse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele: &lt;/b&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela: &lt;/b&gt;tu secavas-me as minhas lágrimas quando eu estivesse triste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele: &lt;/b&gt;Nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela: &lt;/b&gt;tu ainda vais-me amar quando eu estiver feia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele: &lt;/b&gt;Não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Pelo menos foste honesto…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele: &lt;/b&gt;Eu não iria te levantar porque eu te pegaria antes mesmo de atingires o chão. Eu nunca vou enxugar as tuas&amp;nbsp;lágrimas pois tenho acerteza que nunca te deixarei triste. Eu não te&amp;nbsp;vou amar quando estiveres feia porque isso é impossivel,&amp;nbsp;tu estás sempre linda, mesmo quando&amp;nbsp;tu pensas que não. Eu amo-te mais que tudo, lembra-te disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMhhfU1kn8g/TmvHIKb9xRI/AAAAAAAAACY/j9-sMreIB_o/s640/4676076602_da8306a634.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-3467266371483212715?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3467266371483212715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3467266371483212715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-than-words.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, more than words.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMhhfU1kn8g/TmvHIKb9xRI/AAAAAAAAACY/j9-sMreIB_o/s72-c/4676076602_da8306a634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1198453067572223782</id><published>2011-09-11T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:29:25.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, está na hora ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cansei - me de pensar apenas os outros , sem pensar realmente no que me faz feliz. Há tempos em que o melhor é tirar um tempo para pensarmos no caminho a seguir , para pensar no que realmente me faz feliz e acima de tudo , pensar no que é melhor para mim própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img height="417" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14495842/tumblr_lr8xjv7VNh1qjx5gso1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-1198453067572223782?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1198453067572223782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1198453067572223782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/09/esta-na-hora.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, está na hora ..&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1314286621691112643</id><published>2011-09-06T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:29:55.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, as (minhas) palavras *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Não esperes que a vida seja fácil , muito menos que as coisas que queres te caiam aos pés , luta e vence só assim chegarás mais longe nesta vida onde apenas os mais fortes sobrevivem !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_ljh7k4mtal1qihozgo1_500_large" height="424" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14391514/tumblr_ljh7k4mtal1qihozgo1_500_large.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-1314286621691112643?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1314286621691112643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1314286621691112643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-minhas-palavras.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, as (minhas) palavras *&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5813472679718026481</id><published>2011-08-30T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:30:05.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, saberás tu que o que realmente queres?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="67471-cedf10-500-340_large" height="435" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10718918/67471-cedf10-500-340_large.jpg?1307878711" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tenho a impressão que&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&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/5503757853287340516-5813472679718026481?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5813472679718026481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5813472679718026481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/saberas-s.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, saberás tu que o que realmente queres?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-8077937772466120196</id><published>2011-08-30T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:30:13.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, esperar dói. esquecer dói. mas ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"se&amp;nbsp;a dor tiver que vir ,&amp;nbsp;que venha rápido&amp;nbsp;, porque tenho uma vida pela frente e preciso de a viver da melhor maneira&amp;nbsp;possível.&amp;nbsp;se&amp;nbsp;ele tem que fazer alguma escolha ,&amp;nbsp;que a faça logo.&amp;nbsp;então , eu espero - o. ou esqueço - o.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;esperar dói. esquecer dói.&amp;nbsp;mas não saber que decisão tomar é o pior dos sofrimentos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_llyrfpr4851qjg0lmo1_500_large" height="629" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10727934/tumblr_llyrfpr4851qjg0lmo1_500_large.png?1307897560" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&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/5503757853287340516-8077937772466120196?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8077937772466120196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/8077937772466120196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/esperar-doi-esquecer-doi-mas.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, esperar dói. esquecer dói. mas ..&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4085844838789192504</id><published>2011-08-29T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:30:35.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, love it ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JO0Cj28__c8/Tlres7Gd10I/AAAAAAAABkg/Fx2JniXre78/s640/tumblr_li4cwcRPCb1qf1yd8o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;" posso não ser muito inteligente , mas eu sei o que é o amor! " :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Gnomeu e Julieta)&amp;nbsp;&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/5503757853287340516-4085844838789192504?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4085844838789192504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4085844838789192504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-it.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, love it ♥&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JO0Cj28__c8/Tlres7Gd10I/AAAAAAAABkg/Fx2JniXre78/s72-c/tumblr_li4cwcRPCb1qf1yd8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7635230070712962778</id><published>2011-08-17T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:42:55.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, segue em frente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12133189/tumblr_ljxiukFupa1qhyj4so1_500_large.jpg?1311013355" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;« não há cura milagrosa para o que nos magoa , e a nossa vida apenas seguirá &lt;br /&gt;em frente quando estivermos prontos para tal ! »&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-7635230070712962778?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7635230070712962778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7635230070712962778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/segue-em-frente.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, segue em frente.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7624850791585680759</id><published>2011-08-17T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:03:33.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12205482/boy-couple-crazy-dance-friends-Favim.com-110889_large.jpg?1311167392" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img height="418" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12306003/tumblr_lm3o65h8Wq1qjp977o1_500_large_large.jpg?1311362587" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"dizem que o amor é cego ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;deforma tudo a seu jeito ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mas eu acho que o amor descobre o lado melhor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;o que parece perfeito! "&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/5503757853287340516-7624850791585680759?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7624850791585680759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7624850791585680759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/dizem-que-o-amor-e-cego-deforma-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3906250760403552635</id><published>2011-08-17T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:03:48.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, things in life !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img height="348" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnqlc4gBb41qim7jao1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* as pessoas mudam&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Philosopher; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4234004988322780203" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 678px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-3906250760403552635?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3906250760403552635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3906250760403552635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/things.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, things in life !&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1069590623867516095</id><published>2011-08-13T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:17:16.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, love you *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'PT Sans Caption'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCS4fQBD6Ds/ThESXaJlE3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/EjR4yZIFJQ0/s1600/166481_10150131221354187_706289186_7749559_2353500_n+-+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'PT Sans Caption'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4thnh_ERQ8/ThESYGF-i6I/AAAAAAAAASU/-_XRYO1Xy_k/s1600/166481_10150131221354187_706289186_7749559_2353500_n+-+Copy+-+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqMLJ9ZT0N8/ThESY1oZh6I/AAAAAAAAASY/HTmZDjO9Q7w/s1600/166481_10150131221354187_706289186_7749559_2353500_n+-+Copy+-+Copy+%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;" se ele gostar , ele volta. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5503757853287340516-1069590623867516095?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1069590623867516095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1069590623867516095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-you.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, love you *&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCS4fQBD6Ds/ThESXaJlE3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/EjR4yZIFJQ0/s72-c/166481_10150131221354187_706289186_7749559_2353500_n+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4925159579387763287</id><published>2011-08-12T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:05:35.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, do they ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbnnSXHZ4lM/Ti2b78vaR6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Jv1mKxKWoko/s640/fgnolkjhgf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-4925159579387763287?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4925159579387763287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4925159579387763287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-they.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, do they ?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbnnSXHZ4lM/Ti2b78vaR6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Jv1mKxKWoko/s72-c/fgnolkjhgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7161166696712964656</id><published>2011-08-12T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:43:41.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L - O - V - E ♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #797979; font-family: 'GFS Neohellenic'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;" Ele - Preciso de dizer a uma rapariga que a amo mas tenho medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela - Então estás a espera do que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ele - Tenho medo da reacção dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela - Diz a mesma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ele - Posso treinar contigo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela - Claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ele - Amo-te!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela - Eu também te amo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela - Agora vai dizer isso a tal rapariga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ele - Acabei de o fazer. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;( achei lindo*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5503757853287340516-7161166696712964656?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7161166696712964656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7161166696712964656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-o-v-e.html' title='&lt;center&gt;L - O - V - E ♡&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6336620212336904768</id><published>2011-08-12T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:30:14.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, logo depois de ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Girl,photography,pretty,monett,woman,girls-d4956f22308184e3cfb7206c54f261d7_h_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8892177/girl,photography,pretty,monett,woman,girls-d4956f22308184e3cfb7206c54f261d7_h_large.jpg?1303032807" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;eu te conhecer , descobri que não existem príncipes nem princesas iguais aos de contos de fadas , mas que aqui na vida real existem pessoas que são capazes de fazer - nos sentir quase como eles. descobri que não existe ninguém perfeito , mas a perfeição existe mesmo com todos os defeitos dela!&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/5503757853287340516-6336620212336904768?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6336620212336904768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6336620212336904768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/08/logo-depois-de.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, logo depois de ...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-5033027131929776914</id><published>2011-07-29T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:17:01.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, lindo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1XrLQleufk/TjLAeeZhvFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nANuu3K70Fc/s1600/DSC00350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1XrLQleufk/TjLAeeZhvFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nANuu3K70Fc/s400/DSC00350.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;starbucks *&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/5503757853287340516-5033027131929776914?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5033027131929776914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/5033027131929776914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/lindo.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, lindo !&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1XrLQleufk/TjLAeeZhvFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nANuu3K70Fc/s72-c/DSC00350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7650539545035152394</id><published>2011-07-29T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:20:12.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, apenas tu o consegues*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUwuL11GF0g/Ti1aWt8XPZI/AAAAAAAAArc/tAVDZmWSkqo/s1600/tumblr_lnyxt2it2q1qd6yhho1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;mas o futuro ... apenas tu o conheces !&lt;br /&gt;PASS , PRESENT &amp;amp; FUTURE *&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/5503757853287340516-7650539545035152394?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7650539545035152394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7650539545035152394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/apenas-tu-o-consegues.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, apenas tu o consegues*&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUwuL11GF0g/Ti1aWt8XPZI/AAAAAAAAArc/tAVDZmWSkqo/s72-c/tumblr_lnyxt2it2q1qd6yhho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-322490675404625453</id><published>2011-07-28T09:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:14:26.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, agora é diferente !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 9pt; margin-top: 1.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8980584/tumblr_ljf2ofSGlY1qftmqgo1_500_large.png?1303264387" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 9pt; margin-top: 1.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;se prestarmos atenção , conseguiremos sempre descobrir alguma compensação no sofrimento.&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/5503757853287340516-322490675404625453?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/322490675404625453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/322490675404625453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/agora-e-diferente.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, agora é diferente !&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-969418863912373882</id><published>2011-07-27T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:32:26.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, ser feliiz*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lnivoi8ceb1qjpacko1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12524908/tumblr_lnivoi8Ceb1qjpacko1_500_large.jpg?1311775168" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;não quero voltar ao zero. (mas quero o infinito).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;não quero voltar a chorar. (mas quero sorrir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;não quero sofrer. (mas siim , &lt;b&gt;ser feliz&lt;/b&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/5503757853287340516-969418863912373882?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/969418863912373882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/969418863912373882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/ser-feliiz.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, ser feliiz*&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4183509970722658261</id><published>2011-07-27T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:38:41.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, paz e amor para todos :b</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5z17n-NLiY/TUcJTVFY9DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/k5fk5K8jIOg/s1600/149510_167776166596691_100000929262158_344463_4556975_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PEACE ; &lt;b&gt;PEACE&lt;/b&gt; ; PEACE (!)&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/5503757853287340516-4183509970722658261?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4183509970722658261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4183509970722658261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/paz-e-amor-para-todos-b.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, paz e amor para todos :b&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z5z17n-NLiY/TUcJTVFY9DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/k5fk5K8jIOg/s72-c/149510_167776166596691_100000929262158_344463_4556975_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2456514181450088792</id><published>2011-07-27T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:23:25.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, desabafo :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;ou humana como todos , nem sempre tomo as melhores decisões e mais tarde arrependo - me. infelizmente isso já se tornou rotina para mim. em vez de aprender com os erros , não , volto a repeti - los vezes e vezes -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e isso faz com que eu cometa sempre erros que eram completamente desnecessários !&amp;nbsp;&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/5503757853287340516-2456514181450088792?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2456514181450088792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2456514181450088792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/desabafo.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, desabafo :/&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4062328279699509153</id><published>2011-07-27T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:40:13.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, verão*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #747474; font-family: 'Josefin Slab'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KUlDcgeNUUk/TXPwDMk-GzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lJ9bJv7A0o8/s1600/smell_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;areia * &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mar *&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;S&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;M&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;E&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-4062328279699509153?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4062328279699509153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4062328279699509153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/verao.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, verão*&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KUlDcgeNUUk/TXPwDMk-GzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lJ9bJv7A0o8/s72-c/smell_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1812016798499173751</id><published>2011-07-27T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:17:25.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, novo capítulo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D6eQOfBkdqw/TXvePfvFc7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8Sau7QY8-oE/s1600/z209852499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;terás sempre a tua marca em mim e eu terei sempre a minha em ti ♥&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-1812016798499173751?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1812016798499173751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1812016798499173751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/novo-capitulo.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, novo capítulo ...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D6eQOfBkdqw/TXvePfvFc7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8Sau7QY8-oE/s72-c/z209852499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-1932646123142138430</id><published>2011-07-27T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:14:37.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, eternidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxQTbE2kqro/TfqA6s-qH_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/01b8suA-070/s1600/7801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;g&lt;/b&gt;uarda bem todas as lembranças dos nossos momentos , das nossas conversas , das nossas promessas , TUDO (...) numa caixinha de recordações porque é somente isso mesmo que te vai restar , eternas recordações ♥&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-1932646123142138430?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1932646123142138430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/1932646123142138430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/eternidade.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, eternidade.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxQTbE2kqro/TfqA6s-qH_I/AAAAAAAAAnU/01b8suA-070/s72-c/7801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2641580536380405997</id><published>2011-07-13T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:10:54.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, dream* ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbu292yVIQ1qdbbywo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljkiy5b4ge1qf2auzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;« não estragues os teus sonhos , só porque pensas que não vão passar disso mesmo ! »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5503757853287340516-2641580536380405997?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2641580536380405997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2641580536380405997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/dream.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, dream* ...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-6291352794380423435</id><published>2011-07-13T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:59:08.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, para a vida ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lifhwkGH1o1qdpxi8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;« posso ter perdido a minha infância , mas encontrei a minha razão de sorrir o resto da vida! »&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-6291352794380423435?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6291352794380423435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/6291352794380423435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-vida.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, para a vida ...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3047899795139541736</id><published>2011-07-13T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:13:09.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, um olhar ... uma explicação !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blond-girl-little-smile-mine-perfect-shine-favim.com-103923_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11934946/blond-girl-little-smile-mine-perfect-shine-Favim.com-103923_large.jpg?1310575418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ quem não compreende &lt;i&gt;um olhar&lt;/i&gt; ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tão&amp;nbsp;pouco compreenderá &lt;i&gt;uma longa explicação&lt;/i&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/5503757853287340516-3047899795139541736?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3047899795139541736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3047899795139541736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/um-olhar-uma-explicacao.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, um olhar ... uma explicação !&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2374812709363494663</id><published>2011-07-13T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:48:56.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, ... sem ser verdade !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11438643/tumblr_lnn94r8in91qbwwreo1_500_large.jpg?1309506692" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;deixa - me garantir que não vou cair neste poço , deixa - me abrir os olhos e dizer "que não é tarde" ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;tenho medo de cair deste mundo e partir para o outro , e deixar quem mais amo , para trás e garantir que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;eles vivem bem sem mim , sem ser verdade !&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/5503757853287340516-2374812709363494663?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2374812709363494663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2374812709363494663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/sem-ser-verdade.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, ... sem ser verdade !&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-172119894538792255</id><published>2011-07-13T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:44:36.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, lovee «3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://favim.com/orig/201105/11/boy-couple-cute-girl-kiss-kissing-Favim.com-41175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUANDO A GENTE AMA , A GENTE CUIDA*&lt;/b&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/5503757853287340516-172119894538792255?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/172119894538792255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/172119894538792255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/lovee-3.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, lovee «3&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3538690196494329983</id><published>2011-07-13T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:37:28.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, ate lá .. ensinei - me a voar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11565521/tumblr_ln2vj4GkWX1qbqckeo1_500_large.jpg?1309780414" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;eu quero partir deste mundo e levar comigo o pouco de bom que me resta. n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ão quero voltar , e não quero olhar para o passado. q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;uero que eles me guiem , quero que eles me indiquem o caminho. e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;nsinem - me a voar , e deixar - me partir. deixa - me aliviar , sinto - me pressa num buraco. q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;uero deitar a beira mar e deixar - me ficar por ali , pôr ideias no sítio , pôr&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;o coração a carregar energias para continuar. m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;as para isso , preciso de vocês. q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;ue me&amp;nbsp;abrem&amp;nbsp;os braços e que me ensinei a voar. e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;u espero por o teu sorriso todos os dias , eu espero pelo o teu olhar encantador , vezes sem conta ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;quando ele chega eu abro os braços e perco - me em teu desejo mais encantador&amp;nbsp;possível. e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;peço a eles que me dêem mais uma oportunidade , mais uma força , mais um motivo. &lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu prometo que irei conseguir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-3538690196494329983?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3538690196494329983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3538690196494329983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/ate-la-ensinei-me-voar.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, ate lá .. ensinei - me a voar.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4272492208932297571</id><published>2011-07-13T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:38:25.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, e agora ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11439173/tumblr_lnjt7jvMWw1qeteq6o1_500_large.jpg?1309508555" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;~ a que se resume , a minha vida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;a ti , nunca mais será.&lt;br /&gt;papel que tu passas - te , pessoa que amo , pessoa que desejo ,&lt;br /&gt;amo e nunca tentarei perder !&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/5503757853287340516-4272492208932297571?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4272492208932297571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4272492208932297571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-agora.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, e agora ?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-2648310652317208998</id><published>2011-06-23T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:57:13.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, beautiful *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_ln8yu5cpbh1qlby69o1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11127886/tumblr_ln8yu5CPbh1qlby69o1_500_large.png?1308839296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;~ sometimes hate can be so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5503757853287340516-2648310652317208998?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2648310652317208998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/2648310652317208998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-hate-can-be-so-beautiful.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, beautiful *&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7202214266474552605</id><published>2011-06-23T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:50:01.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, procuro um novo rumo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cute-flower-girl-hipster-jump-love-favim.com-80368_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11128002/cute-flower-girl-hipster-jump-love-Favim.com-80368_large.jpg?1308839510" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;« caminho para o meu fim sigo o meu caminho. vou saltar por cima dos hesitantes e por cima dos&amp;nbsp;retardatários&amp;nbsp; assim meu avanço desencadeara o seu&amp;nbsp;declínio. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- nietzche.&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-7202214266474552605?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7202214266474552605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7202214266474552605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/06/procuro-um-novo-rumo.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, procuro um novo rumo.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-3260262673052900480</id><published>2011-06-23T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:42:16.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, o amor é (..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="12914680173489_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11124494/12914680173489_large.jpg?1308832312" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;« O AMOR É RECONSTRUIR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;TUDO AQUILO QUE A DESCONFIANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;TENTOU QUEBRAR ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MAS QUE A SAUDADE NÃO DEIXOU ... »&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/5503757853287340516-3260262673052900480?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3260262673052900480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/3260262673052900480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-amor-e.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, o amor é (..)&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-7303857754760006508</id><published>2011-06-23T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:38:25.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, voltar ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OD_BdhqG8dM/Teoa5FR7riI/AAAAAAAAA50/0V4A1NssXwE/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OD_BdhqG8dM/Teoa5FR7riI/AAAAAAAAA50/0V4A1NssXwE/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ voltar atrás não é sinal de fraqueza mas sim medo do passado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5503757853287340516-7303857754760006508?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7303857754760006508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/7303857754760006508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/06/voltar.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, voltar ...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OD_BdhqG8dM/Teoa5FR7riI/AAAAAAAAA50/0V4A1NssXwE/s72-c/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4587634342409677666</id><published>2011-06-20T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:04:09.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgU6jK_BK6A/TP0UpAl-CiI/AAAAAAAABW0/7bX6d-Xa0hU/s400/tumblr_lcpyuxnKq71qe3erxo1_500_large.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;~ grita bem alto , &lt;b&gt;eles precisam de ouvir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/5503757853287340516-4587634342409677666?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4587634342409677666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4587634342409677666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/06/grita-bem-alto-eles-precisam-de-ouvir.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FgU6jK_BK6A/TP0UpAl-CiI/AAAAAAAABW0/7bX6d-Xa0hU/s72-c/tumblr_lcpyuxnKq71qe3erxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503757853287340516.post-4788422570213415366</id><published>2011-06-20T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:12:38.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>, passa mas fica !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lmzytthwhg1qabvapo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11009943/tumblr_lmzytthwhG1qabvapo1_500_large.jpg?1308578111" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;~ o amor passa , mas a amizade fica !&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/5503757853287340516-4788422570213415366?l=viveopresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4788422570213415366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5503757853287340516/posts/default/4788422570213415366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viveopresente.blogspot.com/2011/06/passa-mas-fica.html' title='&lt;center&gt;, passa mas fica !&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Matilde Faria ▲</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08664853254353933032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
