<?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-626135626505490342</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:22:55.914Z</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Anamaria e Henrique'/><category term='Chuva.'/><category term='fujam disto'/><category term='... Start'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Inverno'/><category term='Tristeza'/><category term='Saudade.'/><category term='Primavera'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Passado'/><category term='Devaneio'/><category term='[14]'/><category term='... no Gira Discos'/><category term='music'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='14/05/2010'/><category term='n.e.x.t.'/><category term='LITERATURA'/><category term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>S i m p l e s_P a l a v r a s</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-5212449142494891104</id><published>2011-09-11T22:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:03:58.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consagração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9E3awk93DA/TnqQIMiUbhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HX0tSvifY2M/s1600/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9E3awk93DA/TnqQIMiUbhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HX0tSvifY2M/s400/dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654990752595602962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia finda com o privar da claridade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a incerteza aparece de mansinho.&lt;br /&gt;Fujo, mais uma vez, à obscuridade,&lt;br /&gt;Onde vivo o tormento frio das sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Resistindo ao vazio imenso que me cedeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sinto ou contemplo algo,&lt;br /&gt;Não aqui, onde o ruído da essência se dissipou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável destruir o resto do âmago,&lt;br /&gt;Dá-lo aos abutres que se inquietam há muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Detectando o odor nu da morte,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é nesse instante que o espírito se desprende&lt;br /&gt;E volta ao limiar do teu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Aspirando adormecer na margem do teu corpo cálido,&lt;br /&gt;Porque foste a substância certa, neste cristalino orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Que se desprendeu de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei a espelhar nas minhas retinas a figura,&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre se reflectiu na alma sentida&lt;br /&gt;Que morou em ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio ainda te consagra,&lt;br /&gt;Porque demonstraste que há corpos&lt;br /&gt;Que brilham nos mais sombrios lugares,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois de se partirem em angústias,&lt;br /&gt;Pois existe esta força que entra pelos poros&lt;br /&gt;E teima em dar-me vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5212449142494891104?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9E3awk93DA/TnqQIMiUbhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HX0tSvifY2M/s72-c/dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-8939197076859640523</id><published>2011-09-06T21:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:41:48.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"What The Water Gave Me", Florence and The Machine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="350" height="226" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/am6rArVPip8?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Cause she's a crueller mistress and the bargain must be made but oh, my love, don't forget me, when I let the water take me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8939197076859640523?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8939197076859640523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8939197076859640523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8939197076859640523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8939197076859640523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-water-gave-me-florence-aand.html' title='&quot;What The Water Gave Me&quot;, Florence and The Machine.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/am6rArVPip8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-1824853724906284373</id><published>2011-06-17T13:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:17:33.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerto Passado</title><content type='html'>"E tudo isto, porque eu posso, pois a vida é minha." 20/08/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tinha razão na altura, também tenho razão agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-1824853724906284373?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1824853724906284373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=1824853724906284373' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1824853724906284373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1824853724906284373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2011/06/excerto-passado.html' title='Excerto Passado'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-7868779368981304481</id><published>2011-06-05T22:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:03:51.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>"Acorda menina linda", Jorge Palma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/apJ79-Dno9s" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acorda, menina linda,&lt;br /&gt; Vem oferecer&lt;br /&gt; O teu sorriso ao dia&lt;br /&gt; Que acabou de nascer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Palma.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/apJ79-Dno9s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-4627789085756812522</id><published>2011-05-14T21:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:16:42.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14/05/2010'/><title type='text'>"La Revancha Del Tango", Gotan Project.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7qtaFHgL_VI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passe o tempo que passar, eu não esqueço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-4627789085756812522?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4627789085756812522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=4627789085756812522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/4627789085756812522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>"Sorri, sou Rei", Natiruts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f4SnlqdugCc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-3019011335209438668?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3019011335209438668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=3019011335209438668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/3019011335209438668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GIzDsGyxsQM" frameborder="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed. Oh God, it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that forever, feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head. How do you feel? That is the question." &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/626135626505490342-402391002867367168?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/402391002867367168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=402391002867367168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/402391002867367168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/402391002867367168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2011/04/through-glass-stone-sour.html' title='&quot;Through Glass&quot;, Stone Sour.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/GIzDsGyxsQM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-5297248063869589528</id><published>2011-03-14T14:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:17:59.948Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuva.'/><title type='text'>"Calling" , Bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qwnuuEiwoTo" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5297248063869589528?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5297248063869589528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=5297248063869589528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5297248063869589528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5297248063869589528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2011/03/calling-bliss.html' title='&quot;Calling&quot; , Bliss.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/qwnuuEiwoTo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-8177019798152555014</id><published>2011-02-11T13:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:56:27.554Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>"The end", Pearl Jam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PqAP5ZA2Lkg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/pearl-jam/1517113/traducao.html"&gt;"More than friends I always pledged&lt;br /&gt;Cause friends they come and go&lt;br /&gt;People change as does everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/pearl-jam/1517113/traducao.html"&gt;I wanted to grow old&lt;br /&gt;Just want to grow old&lt;br /&gt;Slide on next to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a human being&lt;br /&gt;I will take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Bust just the same&lt;br /&gt;This is not me&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm better than this!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8177019798152555014?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8177019798152555014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8177019798152555014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8177019798152555014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8177019798152555014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-pearl-jam.html' title='&quot;The end&quot;, Pearl Jam.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/PqAP5ZA2Lkg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-858228255084321265</id><published>2011-01-27T13:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:27:23.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Livro do Desassossego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TUGOzZcFxOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZjqW9m1wzWk/s1600/chu%252Cmlmlmva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566887628059821282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TUGOzZcFxOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZjqW9m1wzWk/s400/chu%252Cmlmlmva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pesa-me um como a possibilidade de tudo, o outro como a realidade de nada. Não tenho esperanças nem saudades.&lt;/em&gt; Conhecendo o que tem sido a minha vida até hoje — tantas vezes e em tanto o contrário do que eu a desejara —, que posso presumir da minha vida de amanhã senão que será o que não presumo, o que não quero, o que me acontece de fora, até através da minha vontade? &lt;em&gt;Nem tenho nada no meu passado que relembre com o desejo inútil de o repetir.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nunca fui senão um vestígio e um simulacro de mim. O meu passado é tudo quanto não consegui ser. &lt;/strong&gt;Nem as sensações de momentos idos me são saudosas: o que se sente exige o momento; passado este, há um virar de página e a história continua, mas não o texto.&lt;br /&gt;Breve sombra escura de uma árvore citadina, leve som de água caindo no tanque triste, verde da relva regular — jardim público ao quase crepúsculo —, &lt;strong&gt;sois, neste momento, o universo inteiro para mim, porque sois o conteúdo pleno da minha sensação consciente&lt;/strong&gt;. Não quero mais da vida do que senti-la a perder-se nestas tardes imprevistas, ao som de crianças alheias que brincam nestes jardins engradados pela melancolia das ruas que os cercam, e copados, para além dos ramos altos das árvores, pelo céu velho onde as estrelas recomeçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bernardo Soares (Semi-heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-858228255084321265?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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em teu lugar as pontes que precisarás passar, para atravessar o rio da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém, exceto tu, só tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Existem, por certo, atalhos sem números, e pontes, e semideuses que se oferecerão para levar-te além do rio; mas isso te custaria a tua própria pessoa; tu te hipotecarias e te perderias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existe no mundo um único caminho por onde só tu podes passar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde leva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não perguntes, segue-o&lt;/strong&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-6382080583389488593?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6382080583389488593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-7704194105557944210?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7704194105557944210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=7704194105557944210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7704194105557944210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7704194105557944210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-life-amy-mcdonald.html' title='&quot;This is The Life&quot;, Amy McDonald'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-7415059434756106893</id><published>2010-12-06T16:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:05:18.518Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>"Duas Lágrimas de Orvalho", Mariza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hq18vbOPrgM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hq18vbOPrgM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duas lágrimas de orvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caíram nas minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu te afaguei o rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pobre de mim, pouco valho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra te acudir na desgraça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra te valer no desgosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que choras, não me dizes&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso dizê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Não dizes, eu advinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os amantes infelizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deveriam ter coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para mudar de caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por amor damos alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damos corpo, damos tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até cansarmos na jornada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas quando a vida se acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que era amor, é saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a vida já não é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estás a tempo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amordaça o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mata o passado e sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não estás, continua&lt;br /&gt;Disse isto minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-me chorar por ti."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-7415059434756106893?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7415059434756106893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=7415059434756106893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7415059434756106893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7415059434756106893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/12/duas-lagrimas-de-orvalho-mariza.html' title='&quot;Duas Lágrimas de Orvalho&quot;, Mariza'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-420796557194805821</id><published>2010-11-25T03:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:54:12.324Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>"Go without Me", Wax Tailor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVDwuNZehOo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FVDwuNZehOo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo que não me encantava por uma música como me encantei por esta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-420796557194805821?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/420796557194805821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=420796557194805821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tiagosilva.org/pop/wp-content/2007/09/frases-de-bob-marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 280px;" src="http://tiagosilva.org/pop/wp-content/2007/09/frases-de-bob-marley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Às vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas... o tempo  passa e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os nossos sonhos e as pessoas eram  pequenas demais para torná-los reais."          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- Bob Marley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5519429818503432672?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5519429818503432672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=5519429818503432672' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5519429818503432672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5519429818503432672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes-construimos-sonhos-em-cima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-21693733600524643</id><published>2010-11-14T17:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:45:28.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ventor.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pessoa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://ventor.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pessoa1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a  forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam  sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos  fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- Fernando Pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/626135626505490342-21693733600524643?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/21693733600524643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=21693733600524643' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/21693733600524643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/21693733600524643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-um-tempo-em-que-e-preciso-abandonar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-5587111098131961179</id><published>2010-11-10T13:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:37:06.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>"Wish you were here", Wyclef Jean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jqutCxpKLU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jqutCxpKLU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How i wish, &lt;strong&gt;how i wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We´re just two lost souls swimming in a fish-bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year after year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Running over the same old ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But have we found the same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5587111098131961179?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5587111098131961179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=5587111098131961179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5587111098131961179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5587111098131961179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/11/wish-you-were-here-wyclef-jean.html' title='&quot;Wish you were here&quot;, Wyclef Jean.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-885718631779957382</id><published>2010-11-01T15:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:41:28.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Vencida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TM7tq-FlQfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9aV7vzp98Vg/s1600/A-Historia-da-Dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534622314561618418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TM7tq-FlQfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9aV7vzp98Vg/s400/A-Historia-da-Dor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TM7p-w4_nKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jFLMn5VBnZc/s1600/1276226845_99442814_2-Massagem-Sem-Dor-Sao-Paulo-1276226845.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou besta perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Que vagueia dentro desta tempestade negra,&lt;br /&gt;Onde só te reflectes em pequenas memórias,&lt;br /&gt;E meias verdades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luto, choro, grito, desfaleço…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu desespero&lt;br /&gt;Já só quer mexer no destino,&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar alimento a esta mágoa,&lt;br /&gt;Que se apega e se espalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem alento nenhum&lt;br /&gt;E com o espírito imundo,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a Morte a esganar-me,&lt;br /&gt;E a levar-me o último sopro de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tirando-me assim a única esperança&lt;br /&gt;De morrer, em espasmos,&lt;br /&gt;Naquele teu abraço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Ana Mateus&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/626135626505490342-885718631779957382?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/885718631779957382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=885718631779957382' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/885718631779957382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/885718631779957382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/11/vencida.html' title='Vencida'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TM7tq-FlQfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9aV7vzp98Vg/s72-c/A-Historia-da-Dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-2006874890770572219</id><published>2010-10-24T02:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:31:05.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Não queiras saber de mim (Parte I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk-yz2aPj6c/R_JroLlTjNI/AAAAAAAAF58/QrHEQeBs21A/s400/A+TRISTEZA+%C3%89+MINHA+AMIGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk-yz2aPj6c/R_JroLlTjNI/AAAAAAAAF58/QrHEQeBs21A/s400/A+TRISTEZA+%C3%89+MINHA+AMIGA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Não dá mais. Decidi que não vale a pena viver assim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei pensar em mais nada a não ser em ti, não consigo acordar sem te relembrar, sem vivenciar de novo na minha cabeça tudo o que passei contigo… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero-te como nunca quis ninguém... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazes me falta e sem o teu amor, não vale a pena continuar neste calvário. A minha cruz está tão pesada que nem mil homens a conseguem levantar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não me queres, então eu não me quero… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver com este peso não é mais uma opção. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que me resta? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Catarina&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram estas as últimas palavras que Catarina deixara a Guilherme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Desde então tudo mudou!&lt;br /&gt;A vida nunca mais foi senão um oceano escuro e sem vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Guilherme chorou, sangrou e morreu por dentro, não tinha vontade para nada, sobrevivera graças à sua mãe, pois era das poucas pessoas que ainda se importava com ele. Ficou meses de cama, não imaginava que Catarina queria aquele fim. Ele nunca o quis, nunca pensou nisso sequer… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Amou Catarina como nunca amou ninguém, conhecia-a melhor que a si mesmo. Tudo nela era felicidade e amor até que pequenas imposturas afundaram a sua essencia. Guilherme questionara-se sobre o preço desses enganos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Valeriam eles uma vida? Um sonho? Um Amor? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-2006874890770572219?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2006874890770572219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=2006874890770572219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2006874890770572219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2006874890770572219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-queiras-saber-de-mim-parte-i.html' title='Não queiras saber de mim (Parte I)'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tk-yz2aPj6c/R_JroLlTjNI/AAAAAAAAF58/QrHEQeBs21A/s72-c/A+TRISTEZA+%C3%89+MINHA+AMIGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-5689065972240665933</id><published>2010-10-21T21:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:49:38.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y77hKodNoYk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y77hKodNoYk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guitarra triste, ouvi dizer que me esqueceste&lt;br /&gt;no teu gemido tão magoado&lt;br /&gt;Guitarra triste, perdi a vez e tu perdeste&lt;br /&gt;o céu oculto aonde anoitece e nasce o fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu peito se apequena como se a alma atormentada&lt;br /&gt;entre as cordas vibrando se quisesse esconder&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e triste sigo a voz desesperada&lt;br /&gt;que como eu esta gritando toda a dor de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Guitarra triste, ouvi dizer que me esqueceste&lt;br /&gt;no teu gemido tão magoado&lt;br /&gt;Guitarra triste, perdi a vez e tu perdeste&lt;br /&gt;o céu oculto aonde anoitece e nasce o fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou crer de partir com mais ninguém a solidão&lt;br /&gt;escondida de mim no teu triste trinado&lt;br /&gt;o meu traído amor calou minha dor dessa traição&lt;br /&gt;foi por isso que enfim nunca mais cantei fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitarra triste, ouvi dizer que me esqueceste&lt;br /&gt;no teu gemido tão magoado&lt;br /&gt;Guitarra triste, perdi a vez e tu perdeste&lt;br /&gt;o céu oculto aonde anoitece e nasce o fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitarra triste, perdi a vez e tu perdeste&lt;br /&gt;o céu oculto aonde anoitece e nasce o fado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5689065972240665933?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-9094341699535109046</id><published>2010-10-05T05:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T05:21:31.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inverno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>"By your side"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8QJmI_V3j4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8QJmI_V3j4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Dava o resto da existência por um dia de Amor!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-9094341699535109046?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/9094341699535109046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=9094341699535109046' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/9094341699535109046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Feist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-7069963771007996187?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7069963771007996187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=7069963771007996187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7069963771007996187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517370976321806530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TJGjq7G2IMI/AAAAAAAAALo/XVUXkb68YJc/s400/39052_144301548921207_100000240893426_338031_5249118_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... as horas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517371702576780402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TJGkVMnhlHI/AAAAAAAAALw/RutRmJ1siec/s400/38673_144315682253127_100000240893426_338217_8023543_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... desespero,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517372303190786450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TJGk4KFEAZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DwGS0A7FqhU/s400/40235_144036502281045_100000240893426_337358_1653923_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5818062582026034511?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5818062582026034511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=5818062582026034511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5818062582026034511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5818062582026034511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/09/batem.html' title='Batem...'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TJGjq7G2IMI/AAAAAAAAALo/XVUXkb68YJc/s72-c/39052_144301548921207_100000240893426_338031_5249118_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-3323689274538487939</id><published>2010-09-11T01:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:11:25.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tristeza'/><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC4gq8AJpKM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC4gq8AJpKM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="287"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-3323689274538487939?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3323689274538487939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=3323689274538487939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/3323689274538487939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/3323689274538487939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/09/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Ana Rita 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=1596179316180646177' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1596179316180646177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1596179316180646177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-2101032040538636638</id><published>2010-09-06T01:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:17:08.358+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>"Fairytale", Ludovico Einaudi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjMKFLVMoeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjMKFLVMoeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;("Simples e bonito, como o meu Amor foi um dia.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-2101032040538636638?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2101032040538636638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=2101032040538636638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2101032040538636638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUumCAPeE0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUumCAPeE0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="174"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Por onde eu quer que eu vá &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;vou te levar para sempre..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-1487937350484472579?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1487937350484472579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-1891737329244255757</id><published>2010-08-24T22:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:18:38.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="202"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5u30d6GKkk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5u30d6GKkk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="202"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;And sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-1891737329244255757?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1891737329244255757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=1891737329244255757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1891737329244255757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1891737329244255757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/08/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-5644473239057440819</id><published>2010-08-20T12:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:12:53.264+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>"O Monstro precisa de Amigos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sr1U_ezsSvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sr1U_ezsSvg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ornatos Violeta&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;"Ouvi dizer" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5644473239057440819?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5644473239057440819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=5644473239057440819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Simples(mente) Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLHE7e4AJ-Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLHE7e4AJ-Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Que fluí e faz fluir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Um exemplo do melhor de Ludovico Einaudi (dolorosamente extasiante).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-7760057729856322677?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7760057729856322677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=7760057729856322677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7760057729856322677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7760057729856322677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/08/simplesmente-musica.html' title='Simples(mente) Música'/><author><name>Ana Rita 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503164447148765922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TF8q6FzccuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8--bpiRWmog/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503164121149196962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TF8qnHXFyqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/52Gdm3iwQBY/s400/40170_144301642254531_100000240893426_338045_912201_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-5264953278967494336?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5264953278967494336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8106136899119615097?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8106136899119615097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8106136899119615097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8106136899119615097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8106136899119615097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/08/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TF8o38qamSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PJz5zLs7laM/s72-c/30413_126099420741420_100000240893426_248960_4689964_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-8295172342344059593</id><published>2010-07-18T21:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:13:28.795+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='... no Gira Discos'/><title type='text'>Preciso de um Abraço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkt6QHhDws0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkt6QHhDws0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Miguel Gameiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estando longe, estive tão perto... do teu abraço!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8295172342344059593?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8295172342344059593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8295172342344059593' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8295172342344059593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8295172342344059593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2010/07/preciso-de-um-abraco.html' title='Preciso de um Abraço...'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-2477228888262526023</id><published>2010-07-06T23:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:36:12.251+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fujam disto'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos Vagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde quando é preciso morrer para estar morto?&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/626135626505490342-2477228888262526023?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' 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grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONHOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ÀGUA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480643727515561170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/TA8obrcJrNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xx83VPjFUB8/s400/17cand_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-3936355295491219822?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3936355295491219822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=3936355295491219822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/3936355295491219822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Vácuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/fotosquefalam/files/2008/02/longe-de-deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 672px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 830px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.cancaonova.com/fotosquefalam/files/2008/02/longe-de-deus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquece as bolhas de mágoa,&lt;br /&gt;Solta a saudade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos já não irradiam senão prantos,&lt;br /&gt;Bafando o arco-íris que colori&lt;br /&gt;E que se apagou no oco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormece comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Quebra esses cristais escuros,&lt;br /&gt;Que te furam a alento,&lt;br /&gt;Sôfrego de afecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem… sereno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me amordaçar os teus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Como apelo ao teu coração, para que ressurja!&lt;br /&gt;Afasta-te desse lado escravo, o teu altar consagrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem… Sem receio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degusta o trilho entre o consumado e o desejo que ainda fica,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o vazio faz a minha alma muda…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-2976253201512122186?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2976253201512122186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=2976253201512122186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SuCCG3YqChI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MrGvcN8X6pg/s1600-h/898116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395455408048048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SuCCG3YqChI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MrGvcN8X6pg/s400/898116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez deixo-me &lt;strong&gt;afastar pela agitação&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;strong&gt;sopra forte&lt;/strong&gt;, neste desfecho de tarde,&lt;br /&gt;E que me embala num &lt;strong&gt;banho de sol frígido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma &lt;strong&gt;noite passada ao relento&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu ser&lt;/strong&gt;, assenta nessa infinidade&lt;br /&gt;E as minhas vistas já espelham esse &lt;strong&gt;pesar&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas avança…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alivia esse alento, &lt;em&gt;Existência&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deixarei de sentir as feridas,&lt;br /&gt;E não vou voltar a aguardar inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teu princípio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque amanhã, &lt;strong&gt;o sol dançará com outra lua, noutro cosmos…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-4060705072602155571?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4060705072602155571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=4060705072602155571' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-1666652163912733822</id><published>2009-07-15T14:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:10:07.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://estrella.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/despida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://estrella.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/despida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje caminho, mais leve,&lt;br /&gt;Desenleando-me do fardo que esta vida tem,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me reduzo ao que revelo&lt;br /&gt;ou me confronto com o que abono,&lt;br /&gt;Não me limito ao que valho ou ao que me confino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admito que só tenho um dom,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tolero que me vejam assim,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dou sentido aos louvores errados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumo o domínio e a audácia,&lt;br /&gt;E afirmo-me outra, mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprometo-me às estéreis vergonhas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas acalmo-me no peso da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro-me nos figurinos reais,&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que me esclarecem que pouco me falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou agradecida por tudo o que gozo&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu quero antes de tudo é assimilar a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por mim,&lt;br /&gt;com reconhecimento e sem reclamações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-1666652163912733822?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1666652163912733822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=1666652163912733822' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1666652163912733822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1666652163912733822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2009/07/ligeira.html' title='Ligeira'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-6241941813682731622</id><published>2009-03-05T19:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:27:28.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o Cinzento e Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SbAnCnCN15I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cSOpJZHUvYE/s1600-h/3806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309786886461314962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SbAnCnCN15I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cSOpJZHUvYE/s400/3806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SbAmwZzql8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/EKyvvqOhq9Q/s1600-h/3806.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chssss… Ouves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas promessas que se repetem&lt;br /&gt;E que ainda não as satisfiz?&lt;br /&gt;Larga-as!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo estreou,&lt;br /&gt;E sem me arruinar nas horas e nos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Atentei ao silêncio que ainda dura em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Olhando aquele rio por onde a vida se inunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luar já banha este lado,&lt;br /&gt;Onde me vou recordar&lt;br /&gt;Que já não és senão como te sofro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é difícil ser o nada, quando já fui tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, agora só quero um lugar em mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-6241941813682731622?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6241941813682731622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=6241941813682731622' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6241941813682731622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6241941813682731622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2009/03/entre-o-cinzento-e-branco.html' title='Entre o Cinzento e Branco'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SbAnCnCN15I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cSOpJZHUvYE/s72-c/3806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-8986433136122714359</id><published>2008-12-23T21:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:25:11.342Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>Leva-me para Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SVFeQNizNGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l5CK2ndMkaQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283107470488843362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SVFeQNizNGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l5CK2ndMkaQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste recanto,&lt;br /&gt;Mato a secura na nascente do deleite,&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez presa&lt;br /&gt;Cega.&lt;br /&gt;Com ela consigo ocultar o que conjecturo,&lt;br /&gt;E o que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me algemar,&lt;br /&gt;Neste labirinto pernicioso&lt;br /&gt;E translúcido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me livre,&lt;br /&gt;Fixa no meu defeito,&lt;br /&gt;Que me conserva subordinada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou escrava desertora e obediente&lt;br /&gt;De alguém ou algo apartado&lt;br /&gt;No cais daquele rio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8986433136122714359?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8986433136122714359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8986433136122714359' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8986433136122714359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8986433136122714359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/12/leva-me-para-casa.html' title='Leva-me para Casa'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-2144730857413958669?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2144730857413958669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=2144730857413958669' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2144730857413958669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2144730857413958669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightwish-amaranth.html' title='Nightwish - &quot;Amaranth&quot;'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-6075039351390148982</id><published>2008-12-05T22:04:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:25:48.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>Observa-se, sente-se, contempla-se.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/STm0WrEHEnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4ZE52-lZpQI/s1600-h/df.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276446740051333746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/STm0WrEHEnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4ZE52-lZpQI/s400/df.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/STmoHUAdwII/AAAAAAAAADc/Xs8E79FO7F4/s1600-h/sdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há instantes em que as recordações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos invadem e nos rasgam a alma, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixando nos assim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem vida.&lt;br /&gt;Órfãos e vazios de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por momentos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vida fica suspensa no tempo e no espaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Observo os jogos das sombras deambulantes,&lt;br /&gt;Carregados de meias falsidades e grandes intrujices,&lt;br /&gt;Como forma de iludir antigos pares,&lt;br /&gt;Com trunfos exactos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfeitamente escondidos,&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou criatura perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Sou um entretenimento viciado,&lt;br /&gt;Que apraz baixinho,&lt;br /&gt;E que se interroga:&lt;br /&gt;“Não aprendes, pois não?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&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/626135626505490342-6075039351390148982?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6075039351390148982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=6075039351390148982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6075039351390148982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6075039351390148982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/12/observa-se-sente-se-contempla-se.html' title='Observa-se, sente-se, contempla-se.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/STm0WrEHEnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4ZE52-lZpQI/s72-c/df.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-1384742549445679419</id><published>2008-11-25T00:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:26:27.956Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>Neste Labirinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.multimediando.it/immagini/Immagini3/Labirinto(www.livialessandrini.com).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.multimediando.it/immagini/Immagini3/Labirinto(www.livialessandrini.com).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não encontro uma saída neste labirinto.&lt;br /&gt;Olho e olho, e não vejo saída.&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ceguei simplesmente.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tento gritar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas já nada quer sair de cá de dentro,&lt;br /&gt;O grito mudo é o sofrer constante por algo que me falta.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto tenho a noção que possuo tudo o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Que me falta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que pensar,&lt;br /&gt;A minha mente está vazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é que me faz ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desisti e nunca vou desistir…&lt;br /&gt;Então continuo…&lt;br /&gt;À procura do fim deste labirinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-1384742549445679419?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1384742549445679419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=1384742549445679419' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1384742549445679419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1384742549445679419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/11/neste-labirinto.html' title='Neste Labirinto'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-8596020709584270493</id><published>2008-11-20T22:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:26:55.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>Nos calabouços do esquecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SSXipfMV3HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/36C-2WFk44Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270868141282810994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SSXipfMV3HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/36C-2WFk44Q/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimamente falha-me tanto a memória.&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se talvez ao facto de ter trancado para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Nos calabouços do esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Tantos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeram parte da minha história,&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa história.&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo que não pronunciava isto,&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje já quase esqueci a maior parte,&lt;br /&gt;Porque essas memórias&lt;br /&gt;São tristes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje ouvi “essa” música que me fez reviver&lt;br /&gt;Um dos raríssimos bons momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Essa memória, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pediu permissão para entrar,&lt;br /&gt;Invadiu-me sem dó, o pensamento… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8596020709584270493?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8596020709584270493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8596020709584270493' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8596020709584270493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8596020709584270493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/11/nos-calabouos-do-esquecimento.html' title='Nos calabouços do esquecimento'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SSXipfMV3HI/AAAAAAAAAC0/36C-2WFk44Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-8122601827969782748</id><published>2008-11-08T17:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:27:43.954Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>A Casa do Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinprfsp.com.br/img/dia%20mulher1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://sinprfsp.com.br/img/dia%20mulher1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheguei a casa e desliguei o “botão” do aparelho que me ligava ao mundo real…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voltei! Voltei ao meu lugar, ao meu mundo… para onde vou sempre que posso, onde sei que tenho abrigo… para onde fujo, levada pelo embalar dos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Lua já vai alta e a sua vinda é silenciosa, mais que o normal.&lt;br /&gt;Ali estava ela, imponente. Deusa de um céu estrelado enorme, mais belo que nunca, à medida que banhava o mundo de prata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproximo-me da Casa do Tempo vagarosamente e debruço-me sobre as minhas lembranças, que me transportam para um lugar distante.&lt;br /&gt;Revi-me numa vida que não foi minha, vivida em segredo, hà muito tempo. Toda ela, hoje, agora, guardada no cofre invisível, onde só eu sei onde está. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, fui rainha, rainha de algo estranho e muito misterioso, um reino só meu, que tinha um escravo, um servo fiel a mim, que quando queria, sabia ser delicado, que me fazia sentir especial mesmo sem o ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cumplicidade era o nosso reino, cheio de imposições ditadas por nós, pelo nosso sentimento, pelo nosso ser. Ainda sinto o cheiro do pecado no ar, o doce do proibido, onde a loucura comandava a envolvente sedução, desbravando os caminhos que nos levavam ao limiar do irracional… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, percebi quanto cruel e severo consegue ser o orgulho, que deu lugar a um outro sentimento… Senti-me arder vezes sem conta, nas chamas de algo que provoquei, que me consumiu a alma até mais não poder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sofri… em silêncio, sem o mostrar a ninguém, transformando as chagas em sorrisos, talvez para não despertar a vontade do abandono, que eu não queria ter, mas que sabia que existia e que me perseguia, à espera de uma oportunidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre me achei muito forte, mas há sempre um fim para tudo. O fim daquele meu reino chegou, sobre o lusco fusco de um dia triste e magoado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soltei-me das amarras que me encurralavam à ilusão… fiquei livre, leve, solta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendi tudo o que tinha a aprender com tudo o que passei, não se pode querer o que não nos serve, porque as coisas só são especiais quando te aparecem à frente, não quando as procuras, se te fogem é porque têm de fugir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho saudades de nada disto, mas foi até isto que o meu pensamento me levou hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já de regresso à realidade, retomo as tarefas banais de mais um fim de dia, igual a muitos outros já passados e a muitos outros que ainda estão para vir… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero pela hora, que me levará mais uma vez, à grande casa do tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num outro lugar, num outro tempo, com uma outra Lua…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-8122601827969782748?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8122601827969782748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=8122601827969782748' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8122601827969782748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/8122601827969782748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/11/casa-do-tempo.html' title='A Casa do Tempo...'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-6607916841991687779</id><published>2008-09-09T19:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:03:37.350+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LITERATURA'/><title type='text'>O Livro do Desassossego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.somosportugueses.com/mch/modules/icontent/inPages/fernando%20pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.somosportugueses.com/mch/modules/icontent/inPages/fernando%20pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Nuvens... Existo sem que o saiba e morrerei sem que o queira. Sou o intervalo entre o que sou e o que não sou, entre o que sonho e o que a vida fez de mim, a média abstracta e carnal entre coisas que não são nada, sendo eu nada também. Nuvens... Que desassossego se sinto, que desconforto se penso, que inutilidade se quero! (...)" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BERNARDO SOARES (SEMI-HETERÓNIMO DE FERNANDO PESSOA)&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/626135626505490342-6607916841991687779?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6607916841991687779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=6607916841991687779' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6607916841991687779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6607916841991687779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-livro-do-desassossego.html' title='O Livro do Desassossego.'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-6710052808484924149</id><published>2008-08-21T01:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:23:01.387Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>Deixo a vida acontecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SKyycTOhp7I/AAAAAAAAABk/jNdWcJhzC10/s1600-h/teraki.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236756665992325042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SKyycTOhp7I/AAAAAAAAABk/jNdWcJhzC10/s320/teraki.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem é que poderá completar os versos que eu escrevi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-6710052808484924149?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6710052808484924149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=6710052808484924149' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6710052808484924149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/6710052808484924149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/08/deixo-vida-acontecer.html' title='Deixo a vida acontecer...'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SKyycTOhp7I/AAAAAAAAABk/jNdWcJhzC10/s72-c/teraki.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-1509727283596428696</id><published>2008-08-20T23:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:29:23.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos Vagos'/><title type='text'>A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No outro dia estive a pensar em tudo o que a vida já me ensinou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinou-me:&lt;br /&gt;… a dizer o adeus eterno às pessoas que amo ou amei, permitindo que eu, apesar de tudo, as continua-se a sentir bem de perto, tendo em conta tudo o que elas foram para mim.&lt;br /&gt;… a sorrir (incondicionalmente), mesmo aos desconhecidos, só para mostrar que sou diferente. “Sorri sempre, mesmo quando o que mais desejas é gritar todas as tuas dores para o mundo!”&lt;br /&gt;… a “fazer de conta” que tudo está bem, quando “nem tudo está bem”, para eu própria acreditar que as coisas um dia irão mudar.&lt;br /&gt;... a calar para ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;… a errar para aprender, porque afinal… Eu posso ser sempre melhor.&lt;br /&gt;… a lutar contra as injustiças.&lt;br /&gt;… a ser forte, a carregar o meu mundo nas costas, isto é, todas as consequências dos meus actos.&lt;br /&gt;… a ser carinhosa com todos que precisam do meu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;… a ouvir todos os que só precisam de ser ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;… a amar os que me magoaram ou querem fazer de mim depósito de frustrações e desafectos.&lt;br /&gt;… a perdoar incondicionalmente, porque eu também já precisei de um perdão.&lt;br /&gt;… a amar incondicionalmente, porque eu também preciso desse amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;Alegra a quem precisa.&lt;br /&gt;Pede perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Sonha acordado… mas ao mesmo tempo que acordas para a realidade (sempre que achares necessário);&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita cada instante de felicidade, como se fosse o último.&lt;br /&gt;Chora de saudades sem vergonha de o demonstrar.&lt;br /&gt;Tem olhos para “ver e ouvir” as estrelas e a Lua, mesmo que nem sempre consigas entendê-las.&lt;br /&gt;Vê o encanto do nascer-do-sol.&lt;br /&gt;Sente a dor do adeus e do que se acaba, lutando para “preservar” tudo o que é importante para a felicidade do teu “eu”.&lt;br /&gt;Abre as tuas janelas para a vida e nunca temas o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;Ensinaram-me e fui ensinada a aproveitar o presente, como uma “dádiva” que a vida me deu. Uso-a como diamante que eu mesma tenho de “lapidar”, dando lhe a forma que eu quiser. E tudo isto, porque eu posso, pois a vida é minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-1509727283596428696?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1509727283596428696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=1509727283596428696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1509727283596428696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/1509727283596428696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/08/vida.html' title='A vida...'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-2738211050068810527</id><published>2008-08-17T15:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:53:52.086+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Quer-se SILÊNCIO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SKg8NhJ25UI/AAAAAAAAABc/kZFJQU9VaXQ/s1600-h/silencio%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235500769753883970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SKg8NhJ25UI/AAAAAAAAABc/kZFJQU9VaXQ/s400/silencio%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&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/626135626505490342-2738211050068810527?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2738211050068810527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=2738211050068810527' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2738211050068810527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/2738211050068810527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/08/quer-se-silncio.html' title='Quer-se SILÊNCIO!!!!'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SKg8NhJ25UI/AAAAAAAAABc/kZFJQU9VaXQ/s72-c/silencio%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-7986347873591727672</id><published>2008-07-27T01:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:28:26.891Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anamaria e Henrique'/><title type='text'>Cap. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x166/TITTA_photo/beijo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x166/TITTA_photo/beijo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Lua já ía alta e a Anamaria só conseguia pensar naquele beijo, naquele sentir, naquela emoção... Não tinha palavras para descrever todos os arrepios que sentira quando o Henrique a beijara daquela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maneira! Mas porquê? E para quê? O Verão estava a acabar e ambos regressariam aos seus caminhos, às suas casas, às suas vidas de sempre, e provávelmente não se voltariam a ver... Anamaria debatia-se com essa ideia. Queria respostas e não as conseguia! O sono ia longe e mais uma vez adivinhava-se uma noite longa, escura e triste... Por isso, só lhe restava esperar pelo belo amanhecer e quem sabe pelo reencontro com o belo Henrique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ana Mateus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-7986347873591727672?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7986347873591727672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=7986347873591727672' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7986347873591727672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/7986347873591727672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/07/cap-1.html' title='Cap. 1'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-9087869784021587981</id><published>2008-06-09T19:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:39:58.936+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='... no Gira Discos'/><title type='text'>Damien Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHPTHP4dihA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHPTHP4dihA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Blowers Daughter"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/626135626505490342-9087869784021587981?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/9087869784021587981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=9087869784021587981' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/9087869784021587981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/9087869784021587981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/06/damien-rice.html' title='Damien Rice'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-626135626505490342.post-5791777886187452536</id><published>2008-05-22T13:55:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:40:42.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='... Start'/><title type='text'>O Princípio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SD8Y3IIpmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lGxf0-D_JQw/s1600-h/jdnf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205907029619218482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SD8Y3IIpmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lGxf0-D_JQw/s400/jdnf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Já há algum tempo que estava para criar um blog, mas ainda não tinha tido disponibilidade e uma vontade séria para o criar.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo surgiu um convite irrecusável e eu lá decidi iniciar a minha vida na Blogosfera. O dito cujo ainda está em construção, mas, num futuro próximo, eu vou postar aqui algumas ideias, críticas, vídeos e imagens que transmitiram um pouco de mim e daquilo que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que venham a gostar e que o meu blog venha a ser um ponto de referência para alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Um bem-haja...&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/626135626505490342-5791777886187452536?l=just-simple-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5791777886187452536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=626135626505490342&amp;postID=5791777886187452536' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5791777886187452536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/626135626505490342/posts/default/5791777886187452536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-simple-words.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-princpio.html' title='O Princípio...'/><author><name>Ana Rita Mateus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09259743453586088529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_sWlzsoR3MHg/SD8Y3IIpmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lGxf0-D_JQw/s72-c/jdnf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
