<?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-9222070</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:59:14.777-07:00</updated><category term='Regresso'/><category term='Verão'/><category term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>my litle blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-6668437040498715111</id><published>2009-11-07T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:27:47.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Flores para nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrmt-SsR0EQ/SYymVmje_uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/abIqXt6nVNI/s400/lindas%2520flores%2520coloridas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrmt-SsR0EQ/SYymVmje_uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/abIqXt6nVNI/s400/lindas%2520flores%2520coloridas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque nós merecemos :)&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;Bom fim de semana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-6668437040498715111?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/6668437040498715111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/6668437040498715111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2009/11/flores-para-nos.html' title='Flores para nós'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</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/_lrmt-SsR0EQ/SYymVmje_uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/abIqXt6nVNI/s72-c/lindas%2520flores%2520coloridas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-5943597070823050430</id><published>2009-07-05T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:18:25.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regresso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><title type='text'>de Volta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bafanaciencia.blog.br/wp-content/happy_elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bafanaciencia.blog.br/wp-content/happy_elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boas pessoal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou de volta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Como vai isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Espero que bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Já estamos no Verão, e nada melhor do que fazer que o &lt;em&gt;nosso &lt;/em&gt;amigo está fazendo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kiss Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9222070-5943597070823050430?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/5943597070823050430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/5943597070823050430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2009/07/boas-pessoal-estou-de-volta.html' title='de Volta..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-112782908410161658</id><published>2005-09-27T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:51:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inacreditável</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;      Fiquei indignado ao saber que todas as nossas informações pessoais,tais como endereço, telefone (em alguns casos) filiação, número deB.I., Título de Eleitor, nº. contribuinte etc , estão à disposição de quem se interessar, bastando para isso acessar o site abaixo, criado através de um protocolo de cooperação entre as polícias de vários países para facilitar o trabalho delas. Basta acessar o site e digitaro primeiro e o último nome de qualquer pessoa e ter acesso aos dados que falei e outros mais.Adeus privacidade... Faça o teste, digite seu primeiro e último nome e acesse suas informações pessoais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu fiz. Confere!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O link de acesso é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrolllock.nl/passport/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.scrolllock.nl/passport/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixem o vosso comentário para eu não achar que sou das poucas pessoas que anda revolta com isto :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-112782908410161658?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/112782908410161658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/112782908410161658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/09/inacreditvel.html' title='Inacreditável'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-112768135232087128</id><published>2005-09-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:49:12.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será desta?</title><content type='html'>Bem voltei ao meu antigo e primeiro blog.. talvez tenha sido um sinal.. talvez tenha sido apenas uma mera avaria!Ou talvez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto algo esquesito no ar.. e não é o Outono a chegar!&lt;br /&gt;Espero estar enganada.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar falar com um amigo meu (Nuno) para ver se consigo por fotos nisto.. se conseguir fico por cá, senão acho q não vou para mais lado nenhum.. vamos lá a ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana!&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-112768135232087128?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/112768135232087128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/112768135232087128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/09/ser-desta.html' title='Será desta?'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111895070048222129</id><published>2005-06-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:38:20.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Última postagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Venho por este meio informar que abandonei este site tb lol! =P agora quem quiser cuscar as minhas coisas vai ter de ir até &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/ineSebastiao"&gt;www.fotolog.net/ineSebastiao&lt;/a&gt; até eu ter paciência para por lá coisas! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enfim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Era só mesmo para avisar eheh&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas e felicidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111895070048222129?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111895070048222129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111895070048222129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/06/ltima-postagem.html' title='Última postagem'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111453528879337473</id><published>2005-04-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:20:31.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah pois é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Qualquer 'cão' pode ter muitas mulheres, mas só um &lt;strong&gt;homem verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt; pode amar uma mulher &lt;strong&gt;exclusivamente&lt;/strong&gt; para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111453528879337473?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111453528879337473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111453528879337473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-pois.html' title='Ah pois é...'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111444216703564435</id><published>2005-04-25T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:16:07.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se Eu morresse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hoje no meu quarto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;só contigo a meu lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gostaria modestamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que tu, não desses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muita importância &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ao facto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e gostava que tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te fosses divertir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas se na realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vida depois da morte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gostaria que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;egurasses a mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e me beijasses a face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas para logo a seguir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorrires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque o teu sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é a minha razão de viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e se Eu puder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mesmo depois de morto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;observar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;essa tua expressão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;será a minha razão de continuar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;morto.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ora ai está, muito bonito.. mesmo lamechas como o amor deve ser.. ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beijocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111444216703564435?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111444216703564435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111444216703564435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/04/morte.html' title='Morte'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111435471833580570</id><published>2005-04-24T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T07:58:38.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena pensar nisto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fracassamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando visualizamos a derrota,&lt;br /&gt;antes da batalha.&lt;br /&gt;Quando abandonamos a luta,&lt;br /&gt;com medo da discórdia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouvimos o Não,&lt;br /&gt;antes da pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;Quando silenciamos,&lt;br /&gt;com medo da resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracassamos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia amanhece,&lt;br /&gt;na hora que deitamos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sono vem,&lt;br /&gt;e não nos entregamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o medo de sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;se transforma em pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vida se dilui,&lt;br /&gt;na busca que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracassamos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chave da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;abre as portas da mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Quando lamentamos na chegada,&lt;br /&gt;a hora da partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Amor vai a leilão,&lt;br /&gt;no martelo da cobiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracassamos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando choramos a morte diante da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;De: Maria Teresinha Debatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111435471833580570?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111435471833580570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111435471833580570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/04/vale-pena-pensar-nisto.html' title='Vale a pena pensar nisto..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111385894602990320</id><published>2005-04-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:21:36.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Li e passei.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gostei.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I`m on the loose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is you who`s shining through and through again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever the rain comes down, the sun turns gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I needed you, you were always there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When it comes to you, really nothing can compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You feel what I feel, know what I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even through the darkest night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You`ll see what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There`s a reason to believe in you and me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would die if you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drowning in sorrow Baby don`t kill me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you hold on to me, girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And love me tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I`m feeling blue It is you who`s reaching out for me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever I need your wings to fly away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You feel what I feel, hear what I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even through the darkest night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You`ll sleep when I sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There`s a reason to believe in faith cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heaven sent me you I would die if you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drowning in sorrow Baby don`t kill me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would you hold on to me, girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And love me tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love me tomorrow again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So if you need me, I will be near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another thousand miles, I will be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will hear you, I will see through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even through the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I`ll be true I would die if you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drowning in sorrow Baby don`t kill me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so I wrote you these words down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For you to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For you to remember why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't kill me tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Di-rect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111385894602990320?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111385894602990320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111385894602990320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/04/li-e-passei.html' title='Li e passei.. :)'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111239182166895664</id><published>2005-04-01T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:48:21.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras para quê? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If You’re Not The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We’ll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’tunderstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that Iam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We’ll make it through And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’tunderstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that Iam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I breathe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you into my heart and pray for the strength tostand today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’tunderstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that Iam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pôs esta letra aqui porque a letra não é só bonita mas também é especial.. e pronto !!! =') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amo-te Paulo Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111239182166895664?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111239182166895664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111239182166895664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/04/palavras-para-qu_01.html' title='Palavras para quê? :)'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111200629019974902</id><published>2005-03-28T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T02:38:10.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fui ao blog do meu amigo Nuno e lá nas muitas coisas que ele tem escritas estava um teste para ver como é o estilo de cada um. Eu como curiosa que sou lá fui fazer o testezinho.. e este deu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;«You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beijos :)&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/9222070-111200629019974902?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111200629019974902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111200629019974902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/03/testes.html' title='Testes'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111178370985048497</id><published>2005-03-25T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:48:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erros.. todos os cometem..</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Fazer amor antes de casamento foi a experiência mais horrível que já experimentei.  Não me satisfez emocionalmente, como o mundo me fez  crer.  Eu senti que o meu corpo foi exposto enquanto o meu coração foi deixado ao lado... eu sei que Deus me perdoou este pecado mas também sei que nunca mais posso recuperar a minha virgindade.  Sinto-me mal porque um dia vou ter de dizer ao homem que eu amo verdadeiramente e com quem eu quero casar que ele não é o único,  apesar de querer que ele fosse o único... tenho uma mancha na minha vida....uma mancha que nunca mais sai.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estava eu a fazer uma pesquisa para um trabalho de escola, abri um site e um dos vários links continha 2 histórias. Esta é uma delas e não sei porque mas senti necessidade de o passar para aqui. (ou talvez saiba..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vida-radical.planetaclix.pt/amor-e-sexo.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://vida-radical.planetaclix.pt/amor-e-sexo.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111178370985048497?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111178370985048497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111178370985048497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/03/erros-todos-os-cometem.html' title='Erros.. todos os cometem..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111144735463347921</id><published>2005-03-21T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:22:34.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos assim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto q cometi erros e mesmo assim não vejo forma de os emendar. Deparo-me com um enorme abismo diante de mim, o qual me impede de movimentar. Sinto-me vazia.. com uma enorme vontade de chorar.. merda de dia que tive.. só espero que a semana não seja toda assim.. só espero.. sempre que pensamos que as coisas vão bem aparece sempre qualquer coisa para nos mostrar que estamos a pensar errado, impressíonante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111144735463347921?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111144735463347921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111144735463347921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/03/momentos-assim.html' title='Momentos assim..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-111118503938368145</id><published>2005-03-18T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:30:39.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Não tenho andado por cá, nem tempo para isto tenho tido.. enfim a escola terminou hoje.. FÉRIAS! :D e vamos lá a ver se escrevo mais qualquer coisa no meu blogzinho :) Beijoca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-111118503938368145?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111118503938368145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/111118503938368145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110937260569121664</id><published>2005-02-25T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:03:25.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje fui até ao pé do rio, sentei-me e olhei para o imenso rio que rodeia a nossa cidade.. é mais do que maravilhoso!! E faz-nos tão bem, é pena é que muita gente viva de o estragar.. enfim&lt;/span&gt;! :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110937260569121664?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110937260569121664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110937260569121664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/02/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110711605948245462</id><published>2005-01-30T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:14:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de vista..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A felicidade pode ser muita coisa, cada um designa como o quer e como o deseja. Eu defino-a como veloz, calma, boa, má, etc.. sim, estou-me a contradizer. Pelo simples facto de pensar que a felicidade tanto está como se vai.. é preciso é dar-lhe o devido valor quando estamos com ela, apreciá-la da melhor forma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(não ando mesmo nos dias de escrever) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110711605948245462?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110711605948245462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110711605948245462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/01/ponto-de-vista.html' title='Ponto de vista..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110711563909019951</id><published>2005-01-30T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:07:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos dar ao dedinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem pessoal isto agora está como todos gostamos.. LIVRE, sem REGISTOS OBRIGATÓRIOS e sem ASSINATURAS!! LOL mais parece aqueles anúncios publicitários para se mudar de rede de telemovel :x Mas pronto, isto tudo para dizer que agora não têm desculpa para não comentarem :x com este trabalho perdi os comentários que tinha : agora quero ver.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Boa semana e TOCA A COMENTAR :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110711563909019951?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110711563909019951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110711563909019951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/01/vamos-dar-ao-dedinho.html' title='Vamos dar ao dedinho'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110675250426399418</id><published>2005-01-26T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T07:15:04.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade... </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seja lá qual for a designação do que estou a sentir, só quero que saibas que sem dúvida alguma foste a melhor prenda que um dia pude receber.. :) Já lá vai um mês :p    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro-te (",) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110675250426399418?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110675250426399418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110675250426399418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/01/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade... '/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110547789020808584</id><published>2005-01-11T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:11:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...EnFim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tenho andado com paciência para escrever.. são dias, as vezes meses ou mesmo horas.. mas pronto!! Quando tiver algo interessante ou estúpido para escrever venho ca postar :P Portem-se! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110547789020808584?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110547789020808584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110547789020808584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/01/enfim.html' title='...EnFim..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110487757129855171</id><published>2005-01-04T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:26:11.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom começo de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Começou ontem a escola como todos sabem.. e pronto como sempre.. boa sorte para quem andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nela, tudo a levantar as notas :p e percam a mania de entrar com o pé direito, entrem logo com os dois :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOM ANO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110487757129855171?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110487757129855171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110487757129855171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2005/01/bom-comeo-de-ano.html' title='Bom começo de ano'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110442799864802186</id><published>2004-12-30T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:35:11.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimento ao Pai Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aos 17anos acredito no pai natal :x pois é para quem costuma ler este blog deve-se lembrar que eu no mês passado escrevi uma carta ao nosso querido pai natal :$ Aquilo foi apenas uma brincadeira, mas não é que recebi mesmo um "KEN"? Até barba tem :$ Sabendo que escrevi aquela cartinha, só tenho a dizer que gostei muito da prenda :D Só espero a prenda ter paciência para me aturar durante um bom tempinho :p eheh Bjocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S -&gt; Ainda bem que eu fui jantar fora naquele dia :x eheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110442799864802186?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110442799864802186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110442799864802186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/agradecimento-ao-pai-natal.html' title='Agradecimento ao Pai Natal'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110354978186641952</id><published>2004-12-20T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T05:38:25.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas treeI just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is just one thing I need, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't care about the presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas treeI don't need to hang my stocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you, youuuuu, ooh ooh baby, oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't even wish for snow, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want to keep on waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't even stay up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To hear those magic reindeer click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Cuz I just want you here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holding on to me so tightWhat more can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you, youuuu, ooh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the sound of childrens'Laughter fills the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Santa won't you bring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one I really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me quickly, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohh ohh, I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want to see my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohh ohh, I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you, you ooh, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you, ooh baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo sem apetites para tal.. esta música é linda ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110354978186641952?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110354978186641952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110354978186641952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/msica-de-natal.html' title='Música de Natal'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110354881761654836</id><published>2004-12-20T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T05:20:17.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ora.. só mesmo para desejar bom natal a todos e tal.. que recebam tudo o que pediram, e estejam junto daqueles de que gostam.. E como até agora já muita gente aqui veio cuscar mas nunca postou nada, só o Nuninho é que se deu ao trabalho pronto.. logo por isso tens que receber prendas a mais que eles lol :P Enfim.. não tenho andado nos meus dias.. por isso não estou com grande imaginção para escrever.. BOM NATAL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110354881761654836?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110354881761654836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110354881761654836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110312817355016028</id><published>2004-12-15T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T08:33:07.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estava agora a pensar no que se passava em minha volta.. porque é que valorizamos tantos "as acções" dos outros quando já as esperamos? Talvez esperando que haja um melhoramento não é? Pois, mas quanto tempo ficamos à espera do melhoramento ou não? A minha filosofia é simples, tenta-se uma vez..se não der não deu! Para que tentar outra vez? Difícilmente as pessoas mudam, só quando os sentimentos são verdadeiros e não há obstáculos de ambas as partes é que as coisas resultam.. mas mesmo assim, não acredito que uma relação acabada e recomeçada novamente tenha muito futuro.. só sendo um amor verdadeiro.. mas esse está em extinção! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enfim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Felicidades para quem o achar. Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110312817355016028?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110312817355016028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110312817355016028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110297831060985993</id><published>2004-12-13T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:02:49.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¤ Inês ¤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vem do latim «ahnus» e que significa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;«cordeiro», e do grego «hagnes»,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que significa «pura».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inês incarna perfeitamente a ideia de feminilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É sedutora,calma e selvagem ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O problema de Inês reside em conciliar a sua necessidade de protecção e de segurança, com a necessidade de independência e aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dífícilmente consegue permanecer muito tempo no mesmo lugar, e embora procure uma situação estável, aborrece-se mal a encontra.&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/9222070-110297831060985993?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110297831060985993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110297831060985993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/significado.html' title='Significado...'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110297770117958369</id><published>2004-12-13T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:41:41.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu és a esperança, a Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu és a esperança, a madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nasceste nas tardes de verão de Setembro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quando a luz é perfeita e mais doirada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e há uma fonte crescendo no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da boca mais sombria e mais fecunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti criei palavras sem sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inventei brumas, lagos densos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e deixei no ar braços suspensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ao encontro da luz que anda contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu és a esperança onde deponho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meus versos que não podem ser mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esperança minha, onde meus olhos bebem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fundo, como quem bebe a madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110297770117958369?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110297770117958369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110297770117958369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/tu-s-esperana-madrugada.html' title='Tu és a esperança, a Madrugada'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110268425386254046</id><published>2004-12-10T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T05:10:53.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta pouco..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estava eu agora a pensar.. hoje é sexta feira.. dia 10 de Dezembro a próxima sexta é dia 18!!!! Logo.. FERRRRRRRIIIIIAAAAASSSS!!! :D :D :D Pois é, pois é...  Pai natal não te esqueças de mim :P hihi Bjokass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110268425386254046?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110268425386254046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110268425386254046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/falta-pouco.html' title='Falta pouco..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110207913474982820</id><published>2004-12-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T05:07:07.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças..</title><content type='html'>[&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chester]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless&lt;br /&gt;Lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chester] I've&lt;br /&gt;Become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me&lt;br /&gt;And be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought&lt;br /&gt;I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow&lt;br /&gt;[Chester] Every step that i take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;[Mike] Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow&lt;br /&gt;[Chester] And every second i waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me&lt;br /&gt;And be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me&lt;br /&gt;With someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me&lt;br /&gt;And be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;[Tired of being what you want me to be]&lt;br /&gt;I've Become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;[Tired of being what you want me to be]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Está tudo dito ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park - Numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110207913474982820?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110207913474982820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110207913474982820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/12/lembranas.html' title='Lembranças..'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110142646507522481</id><published>2004-11-25T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T15:48:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu querido Pai Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Querido Pai Natal, venho por este meio alertar-te!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Falta 1mês para aquele dia em que so troca prendas, e as casas estão cheias de família,amor e paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas esse dia para mim já vai ser o mesmo, a não ser que tragas aquilo que mais quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aquele amigo da "Barbie" de quem tanto gostei assim que lhe bati os olhos, lembras-te? Na altura eu era nova.. e ele mal olhava para mim, mas agora eu cresci e ele continua no seu melhor! Sabes de quem falo não é? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aquele..assim moreno, olhos cintilantes, boquinha sexy, nalgas boas, ooops rabo jeitoso :$ Lembras-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pois é Pai Natal, acho que chegou a hora de me dares a melhor prenda de toda a minha vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aquela prenda que eu sinto falta todos os dias, mesmo sem a poder ver ou tocar.. aquela que faz parte de mim, mesmo eu não fazendo parte dela.. aquela que senão existisse, eu também não existeria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh Pai Natal, eu sei eu sei.. tenho saído com o amigo da "Cindy" mas ele é especial, é aquele que senão fosse amigo da "Cindy" seria meu amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas Pai Natal, tenho me portado bem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Olha vou bem na escola, em casa bem comportada, ajudo quem posso, ainda ontem.. na paragem a senhora vinha com o bébé ao colo e eu cedi-lhe o meu lugar para ela se sentar, foi bonito não foi? Então Pai Natal, eu só te peço essa prendinha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Acredita que não haveria criança mais feliz!! Afinal.. Qual é a miúda que não gostava de ter um "Ken" só para ela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos, e como todos os anos, deixarei uma fatinha de bolo por cima da lareira com um copo de leite, para que possas fazer a tua distribuição de prendinhas de estômago aconchegado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOM NATAL&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110142646507522481?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110142646507522481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110142646507522481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/11/ao-meu-querido-pai-natal.html' title='Ao meu querido Pai Natal'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110132724154058062</id><published>2004-11-24T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T12:14:01.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica do momento na minha turma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma vez Myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta é pra ti YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu sabes bem quem és..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aproveito pra dizer tudo aquilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não encontro saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No meio deste labírinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto a tua pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vejo teus olhos brilhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lembro-me deles quando olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para estrelas cintilantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Penso em ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada minuto que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada segundo perdido contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é uma desgraça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Noites sempre pensativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não encontro a solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De um dia poder ganhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um lugar no teu coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diz-me tudo aquilo que sentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo aquilo pensas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Temos opiniões diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu luto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não resisto ao saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor é complicado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que estou um pouco baralhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não é por estar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que irei ser castigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é bem real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas continuas sem perceber..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas só quero que saibas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dava tudo para te ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero e preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De viver junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dava tudo pra te ter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..Eu dava tudo pra te ter aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei como dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei como explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tudo isto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;díficil de controlar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Noites sem dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A pensar quando irá surgir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aquele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nosso momento, que acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que há-de vir.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que irá sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, o Destino não me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando me beijares novamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu ai ficarei feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque sei estás decidida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A veres que és a minha metade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganhares a minha confiança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E a nossa felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu sinto por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É bem forte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;é activo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não perguntes o porquê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;porque não sei bem o motivo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas deixemos o tempo passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o tempo passa mas acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que esse dia irá chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu sinto é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bem forte, é real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas continuas sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas só quero que saibas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dava tudo para te ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De viver junto a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dava tudo para te ter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..Eu quero, e preciso... de viver junto a ti... desespero, dava tudo para te ter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero e preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De viver junto a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dava tudo para te ter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..Eu dava tudo para te ter aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Myth -  Dava tudo para te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meninas não resisti.. lolol vocês não podem ouvir os meus cds :PP tudo a cantar, (Zezinhas Cabras LOL!) eheh ******* Bjokitas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simplesmente.. LINDA ! :') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bjokitas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110132724154058062?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110132724154058062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110132724154058062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/11/musica-do-momento-na-minha-turma.html' title='Musica do momento na minha turma'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110115879191281635</id><published>2004-11-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:26:31.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e puffF </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje estou naqueles dias em que só estava bem enrolada nuns braços quentes.. e num corpo ainda mais quente! :$ lOl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ainda agora não chegou o Inverno, inverno.. isto está bonito.. está está! :\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S - ok, isto deve ser do frio.. já me afectou!! :// &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;lolol, Bjokas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110115879191281635?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110115879191281635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110115879191281635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/11/e-pufff.html' title='e puffF '/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110104233881139891</id><published>2004-11-21T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T05:05:38.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase das 13h </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não valorizes quem está longe por vontade própria.. mas assim quem está sempre perto! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110104233881139891?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110104233881139891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110104233881139891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/11/frase-das-13h.html' title='Frase das 13h '/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110103795923506695</id><published>2004-11-21T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T04:02:38.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicas assim...</title><content type='html'>Às vezes não me ouves&lt;br /&gt;mas não faz mal,&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu exagero&lt;br /&gt;mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;é mentira!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te entendi&lt;br /&gt;Nem posso entender&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;é gostar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso errar&lt;br /&gt;dou o braço a torcer&lt;br /&gt;mas nao te esqueças&lt;br /&gt;que neste barco somos dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, calma ai&lt;br /&gt;Não sou sempre eu,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes quis falar contigo&lt;br /&gt;mas não deu&lt;br /&gt;Só te peço o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que pedes a mim&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas sei que será assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não me ouves&lt;br /&gt;mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu exagero&lt;br /&gt;mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;E se eu disser que não queru mais é mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos discutir, isso é normal&lt;br /&gt;Depois quando fazemos as pazes&lt;br /&gt;é tão especial&lt;br /&gt;Há noite ao deitar&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem tocar, sei que estás a&lt;br /&gt;meu lado posso descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens razão, já passou&lt;br /&gt;dissemos tanta coisa, as vezes sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;no final o que interessa é o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;e o que sentimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer tudo para não te perder&lt;br /&gt;sem te tocar não faz sentindo viver&lt;br /&gt;nem que o mundo cai sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;estaremos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;só tu podes ser&lt;br /&gt;a luz do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;basta quereres está tudo nas nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;agora eu sei que é amor..&lt;br /&gt;só podes ser tu.. e quando parecer o fim&lt;br /&gt;lembra-te que..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não me ouves&lt;br /&gt;mas não faz mal&lt;br /&gt;depois eu exagero,&lt;br /&gt;mas não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;e se eu disser que não quero mais é mentira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes - Gutto ft Gémeas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heis ai um som que me diz qq coisa :)&lt;br /&gt;Bjokas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110103795923506695?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110103795923506695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110103795923506695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/11/musicas-assim.html' title='Musicas assim...'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222070.post-110078964272506242</id><published>2004-11-18T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T06:54:02.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicial</title><content type='html'>Bem faltava eu ter uma ceninha destas nao é? :PPP Agora ja esta.. falta so o tempo para por isto bem janota eheh!!! Espero que venham a gostar :) Bjokas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222070-110078964272506242?l=inesebastiao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110078964272506242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222070/posts/default/110078964272506242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inesebastiao.blogspot.com/2004/11/inicial.html' title='Inicial'/><author><name>IneSebastiao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365475989805769444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
