<?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-3041131391138782248</id><updated>2012-01-24T01:03:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your heart...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8799300384075513118</id><published>2009-09-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:01:13.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 aninhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SrD6DFujG-I/AAAAAAAAANU/zG-lB9nQIJs/s1600-h/DSC05338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SrD6DFujG-I/AAAAAAAAANU/zG-lB9nQIJs/s400/DSC05338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382076485691710434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escusam de me perguntar como me sinto... igual a ontem e a amanhã!! só vou ter é q pensar 1 cadinho qd me perguntarem a idade (o q por norma já faço, despassarada como sou)!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se por ter estado down nos dias anteriores, se por ter as expectativas contidas, mas o dia de ontém correu-me estupidamente bem! Amigos, família, sms, mms, telefonemas... pendas lindas! Gostei! Obrigada a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que para o ano se repita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA FEELING:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKHdXameFio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8799300384075513118?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8799300384075513118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8799300384075513118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8799300384075513118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8799300384075513118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/09/26-aninhos.html' title='26 aninhos'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SrD6DFujG-I/AAAAAAAAANU/zG-lB9nQIJs/s72-c/DSC05338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2479707483827078847</id><published>2009-08-17T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:38:29.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Carolina - entreolhares</title><content type='html'>Esta mulher parte tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_oV0CndIIk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-2479707483827078847?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2479707483827078847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2479707483827078847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2479707483827078847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2479707483827078847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/08/ana-carolina-entreolhares.html' title='Ana Carolina - entreolhares'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-4074866851523393297</id><published>2009-07-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:04:30.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fériaaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmnplgUhQ0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9bEUtbEIHpw/s1600-h/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmnplgUhQ0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9bEUtbEIHpw/s400/camping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073661901718338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-4074866851523393297?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4074866851523393297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=4074866851523393297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4074866851523393297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4074866851523393297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/feriaaas.html' title='fériaaas'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmnplgUhQ0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9bEUtbEIHpw/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8562875066747421743</id><published>2009-07-22T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:56:24.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon´appetit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmbwOp6Q1mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xYWZsvpG0ic/s1600-h/art9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmbwOp6Q1mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xYWZsvpG0ic/s400/art9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361236540990215778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmbwORVyXSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Q5JxmxJu5xg/s1600-h/food%2520art%2520(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmbwORVyXSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Q5JxmxJu5xg/s400/food%2520art%2520(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361236534394772770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8562875066747421743?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8562875066747421743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8562875066747421743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8562875066747421743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8562875066747421743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/bonappetit.html' title='Bon´appetit'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SmbwOp6Q1mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xYWZsvpG0ic/s72-c/art9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6993374924184082187</id><published>2009-06-24T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:40:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyima D´zong Junho 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkICDbk8MZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IbmcJJ24L2o/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkICDbk8MZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IbmcJJ24L2o/s320/DSC04784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350841565235130770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkICDDFUalI/AAAAAAAAAME/hZxrl5i0-1g/s1600-h/DSC04797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkICDDFUalI/AAAAAAAAAME/hZxrl5i0-1g/s320/DSC04797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350841558660049490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkIBCMLS_4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QG985pGM_dE/s1600-h/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkIBCMLS_4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/QG985pGM_dE/s320/DSC04642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350840444409544578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belas férias! Partilho algumas paisagens da Alta Provença, França ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6993374924184082187?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6993374924184082187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6993374924184082187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6993374924184082187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6993374924184082187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/06/nyima-dzong-junho-09.html' title='Nyima D´zong Junho 09'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SkICDbk8MZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IbmcJJ24L2o/s72-c/DSC04784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2672521410263161296</id><published>2009-05-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:01:11.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29, 30 e 31 Maio Feira MUNDO MIX Castelo de S. Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Sh61H7cwS3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WaWCK5B-DCw/s1600-h/DPP_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Sh61H7cwS3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WaWCK5B-DCw/s400/DPP_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340905355929996146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-2672521410263161296?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2672521410263161296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2672521410263161296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2672521410263161296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2672521410263161296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/05/29-30-e-31-maio-feira-mundo-mix-castelo.html' title='29, 30 e 31 Maio Feira MUNDO MIX Castelo de S. Jorge'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Sh61H7cwS3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WaWCK5B-DCw/s72-c/DPP_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2883463169671733075</id><published>2009-05-13T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:41:14.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não fiques com o que não te pertence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SgqHo4U5wUI/AAAAAAAAALs/x6L9KrrLpqI/s1600-h/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SgqHo4U5wUI/AAAAAAAAALs/x6L9KrrLpqI/s400/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335225844958347586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nem as culpas, nem os louros!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho reunião de empresa... individual... vai ser complicado gerir aquilo que quero ser como pessoa e o que às vezes temos de ser... prever, manipular, rndar, omitir, engolir sapos, ignorar que se está a "ser" manipulado... sorrir quando apetece esganar, anuir quando apetece gritar "deves estar parva!!!"... é muito jogo de cintura, muita treta, muita conversa da chacha, longe da sinceridade e da frontalidade... Até pode ser uma questão de hábito... mas eu não me quero habituar a ser assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tu, quem vês quando te olhas ao espelho?&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/3041131391138782248-2883463169671733075?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2883463169671733075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2883463169671733075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2883463169671733075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2883463169671733075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-fiques-com-o-que-nao-te-pertence.html' title='Não fiques com o que não te pertence....'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SgqHo4U5wUI/AAAAAAAAALs/x6L9KrrLpqI/s72-c/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8075657217820824611</id><published>2009-04-27T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:02:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SfWcKQMhQlI/AAAAAAAAALc/xQ8dzlrXi2U/s1600-h/DSC00426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SfWcKQMhQlI/AAAAAAAAALc/xQ8dzlrXi2U/s320/DSC00426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329337434022953554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho informar que ..........não, não apanhei o bouquet.... mas tenho tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Alvim no meio do discurso lá disse que, antigamente quando alguém comunicava q se ia casar, a reacção das pessoas era felicitar os noivos, pois era algo instítuido, normal... obrigatório quase....&lt;br /&gt;Depois passou-se para a fase de responder "de quantos meses está?"... mas hoje em dia já nenhuma das teorias se aplica... a tendência é responder "para quÊ?" ou "porquÊ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que já ninguém acredita no casamento, hoje em dia?! Os moldes mudaram, as razões mudaram... as obrigações mudaram... já não é tanto "na saúde e na doença, até..." porque o "até" se dilui tão facilmente... demasiado facilmente, na minha opinião...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será o mesmo que simplesmente "juntar os trapinhos"?? Ou é algo mais?&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda vale a pena? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8075657217820824611?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8075657217820824611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8075657217820824611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8075657217820824611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8075657217820824611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/casamento.html' title='casamento'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SfWcKQMhQlI/AAAAAAAAALc/xQ8dzlrXi2U/s72-c/DSC00426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7005223213530157438</id><published>2009-04-01T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:57:32.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardim da Cascata - Caxias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SdOciuLvPeI/AAAAAAAAALU/KDiOUDHolL8/s1600-h/IMG_3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SdOciuLvPeI/AAAAAAAAALU/KDiOUDHolL8/s320/IMG_3902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767705181437410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem diria, aqui tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SdObv7vOd5I/AAAAAAAAALM/OM9LT_5Ttww/s1600-h/IMG_3908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SdObv7vOd5I/AAAAAAAAALM/OM9LT_5Ttww/s400/IMG_3908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319766832646616978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostro-vos um bocadinho :) com vista p o Tejo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7005223213530157438?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7005223213530157438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7005223213530157438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7005223213530157438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7005223213530157438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/jardim-da-cascata-caxias.html' title='Jardim da Cascata - Caxias'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SdOciuLvPeI/AAAAAAAAALU/KDiOUDHolL8/s72-c/IMG_3902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-3761436344398746629</id><published>2009-03-23T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:07:04.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parque para cães!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/ScdoCxWwbuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AtGxlr1oL6s/s1600-h/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/ScdoCxWwbuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AtGxlr1oL6s/s400/IMG_4046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316332281951973090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho mt bem! enqt se vai ao café o canito fica em amena cavaqueira com os seus pares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n eskecer o sakinho p o cócó!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carreguem em cima da foto p ler o cartaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-3761436344398746629?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3761436344398746629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=3761436344398746629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3761436344398746629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3761436344398746629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/parque-para-caes.html' title='Parque para cães!!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/ScdoCxWwbuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AtGxlr1oL6s/s72-c/IMG_4046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-4702687852139011332</id><published>2009-03-10T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:54:14.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gran Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SbZ-849GjBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GjVjlwR4SUE/s1600-h/gran_torino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SbZ-849GjBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GjVjlwR4SUE/s400/gran_torino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311572395075996690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran carro, Gran filme!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-4702687852139011332?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4702687852139011332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=4702687852139011332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4702687852139011332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4702687852139011332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/gran-torino.html' title='Gran Torino'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SbZ-849GjBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GjVjlwR4SUE/s72-c/gran_torino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7205805681930364246</id><published>2009-02-26T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:35:31.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio LOL</title><content type='html'>Respondendo ao desafio :) vou escrever 9 coisas sobre mim, 3 delas são mentira. &lt;br /&gt;Espero pelos vossos palpites! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Não tenho paciência para beijinhos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Consigo arrotar "Rita Almeida e Silva".&lt;br /&gt;3. Adoro uma boa noitada no Bairro Alto.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tenho a agradecer à minha mana, por ter sido das primeiras a dizer para eu ficar com o meu actual amorzão.&lt;br /&gt;5. Prefiro sms a telefonemas e sou adepta de "para bom entendedor, meio sms basta".&lt;br /&gt;6. Por mim, não existiriam cortinados nos duches do wc.&lt;br /&gt;7. Quando vejo a Betty Feia, tenho saudades de usar aparelho nos dentes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Acho que o nome Rita, de Margarita (flor e bebida ;)), tem tudo a ver comigo!&lt;br /&gt;9. Acordar cedo ou tarde; campo ou praia; preto ou rosa; cueca da avó ou fio dental; frente ou trás... a mim tanto faz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7205805681930364246?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7205805681930364246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7205805681930364246' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7205805681930364246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7205805681930364246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/02/desafio-lol.html' title='Desafio LOL'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-3632294673888878993</id><published>2009-02-26T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:05:27.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SaZlucIjp_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5_ZpjrxgQmk/s1600-h/ynffxy830494-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SaZlucIjp_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5_ZpjrxgQmk/s400/ynffxy830494-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307041059403180018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fira, Silvermist, Fawn, Rosetta, Fairy Mary e Prilla.&lt;br /&gt;Sininhos, fada das borboletas e Vídia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visitem :  http://disney.go.com/fairies/fairies/fairies.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SaZpCA8UEQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GcwNt1Gh3wk/s1600-h/group_jb2_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SaZpCA8UEQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GcwNt1Gh3wk/s320/group_jb2_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307044694236336386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se querem mais visitem meu hi5 kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-3632294673888878993?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3632294673888878993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=3632294673888878993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3632294673888878993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3632294673888878993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-2009.html' title='Carnaval 2009'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SaZlucIjp_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5_ZpjrxgQmk/s72-c/ynffxy830494-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6667805935379542676</id><published>2009-02-12T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:50:51.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SZQMPIBAZxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gFJ6yVihVJw/s1600-h/534909_medium160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SZQMPIBAZxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gFJ6yVihVJw/s400/534909_medium160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301876115311191826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabe tão bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SZQMYMJBynI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TecLyZbRIVA/s1600-h/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SZQMYMJBynI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TecLyZbRIVA/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301876271037401714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aquele colo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6667805935379542676?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6667805935379542676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6667805935379542676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6667805935379542676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6667805935379542676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrate-love.html' title='celebrate LOVE'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SZQMPIBAZxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gFJ6yVihVJw/s72-c/534909_medium160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2301959270255587144</id><published>2009-02-05T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:05:36.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>estudante universitário</title><content type='html'>Um rapaz algarvio foi estudar para a UTAD (Universidade de Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro) e cometeu a estupidez de gastar o dinheiro todo que o pai lhe tinha dado no primeiro mês do primeiro período.&lt;br /&gt;Desesperado e teso, magicou uma maneira de rapar uns cobres ao velhote e então telefonou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Olá, pai, tudo bem? Olha, aqui a faculdade de veterinária engendrou uma maneira de ensinar os animais a falar e se quiseres, eles aceitam o Boby no curso.&lt;br /&gt;- Ai sim!!!??? Mas isso é fantástico, dava muito jeito ter cá em casa alguém com quem falar quando estás para fora... Mas o que é que temos que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;- É fácil, basta mandares para cá o Boby e 1000 euros.&lt;br /&gt;O pai mandou o gato e o dinheiro, mas passado um mês já não restava nenhum e o rapaz voltou a telefonar ao pai:&lt;br /&gt;- Então, filho, como estão as aulas do Boby?&lt;br /&gt;- Nem queiras saber, pai as coisas estão a correr tão bem, que agora os meus professores querem pô-lo num curso de leitura!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ena, pá, isso é que era bom, porque assim já tínhamos alguém para ler as cartas quando não estás cá!!! Como é que se faz para o inscrever nisso?&lt;br /&gt;- É fácil, manda para cá 2500 euros que eu trato de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto acabou o primeiro período e o rapaz voltou para casa (teso!) para as férias do Natal e como não havia maneira de escapar às perguntas do pai, decidiu matar o gato.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou a casa, o pai perguntou logo pelo gato-prodígio e o filho explicou:.&lt;br /&gt;- Hoje de manhã, quando nos estávamos a preparar para vir para casa, o Boby estava sentado na poltrona a ler o jornal, olhou pra mim por cima dos óculos e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha lá, Pedro, o teu pai ainda anda com a filha do padeiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó Pedro, dá-me um tiro na merda do gato antes que ele conte isso à tua mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Já dei, pai!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Lindo menino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-2301959270255587144?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2301959270255587144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2301959270255587144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2301959270255587144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2301959270255587144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/02/estudante-universitario.html' title='estudante universitário'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7523020292848736448</id><published>2009-01-19T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:24:35.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandes, médios, pequenos... não importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SXSakVU6pkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZBpZrP8DNlU/s1600-h/luckyrintc1dgth581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SXSakVU6pkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZBpZrP8DNlU/s400/luckyrintc1dgth581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293025411058017858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    confesso, adoro um bom peluxe, q nos leva d volta p qd n havia chatices e nos faz sorrir, só d tocar no seu pêlo fofinho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7523020292848736448?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7523020292848736448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7523020292848736448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7523020292848736448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7523020292848736448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandes-mdios-pequenos-no-importa.html' title='Grandes, médios, pequenos... não importa'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SXSakVU6pkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZBpZrP8DNlU/s72-c/luckyrintc1dgth581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-1160585011506049279</id><published>2008-12-31T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:22:23.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>balanço anual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SVtH2UWvTMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mFCNsOteY54/s1600-h/Happy_and_Sad_World2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SVtH2UWvTMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mFCNsOteY54/s400/Happy_and_Sad_World2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897586152000706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode-se dizer que me mantive 70% do ano na parte de cima, mas os últimos dois meses foram bem na parte de baixo... &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes creio que seria mais fácil, como dizia o outro,... ficar a ver o rio passar. Mas prefiro acreditar que viver é entrar nesse rio, amar, perder, entregar-se, sentir saudade, partilhar, chorar, rir, desesperar... engolindo muita água leito fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e desejos de feliz 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-1160585011506049279?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1160585011506049279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=1160585011506049279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1160585011506049279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1160585011506049279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/12/balano-anual.html' title='balanço anual'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SVtH2UWvTMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mFCNsOteY54/s72-c/Happy_and_Sad_World2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8036903632086948813</id><published>2008-12-05T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:39:39.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>não se esqueçam d comprir as vossas tarefas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/STk7naT6Z_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/bZu3lqzeP-M/s1600-h/IMG_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/STk7naT6Z_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/bZu3lqzeP-M/s400/IMG_3070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276313986705025010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiam de perto, acima das facas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momentos de relativa boa disposição durante as auditorias ;)&lt;br /&gt;beijooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8036903632086948813?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8036903632086948813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8036903632086948813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8036903632086948813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8036903632086948813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-se-esqueam-das-vossas-tarefas.html' title='não se esqueçam d comprir as vossas tarefas'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/STk7naT6Z_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/bZu3lqzeP-M/s72-c/IMG_3070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6684805302398928303</id><published>2008-11-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:51:14.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sombras de Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SSrNY8eQwLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NkcW68zbX-w/s1600-h/Autumn+shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SSrNY8eQwLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NkcW68zbX-w/s320/Autumn+shades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272252142224195762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo-vos uma imagem, relembrando as cores magníficas que traz o Outono!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6684805302398928303?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6684805302398928303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6684805302398928303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6684805302398928303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6684805302398928303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/11/sombras-de-outono.html' title='sombras de Outono'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SSrNY8eQwLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NkcW68zbX-w/s72-c/Autumn+shades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8681881916257201201</id><published>2008-11-19T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:36:27.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cházinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SSROHRETXGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c0FXivpDwBA/s1600-h/OT-MexSwtChili.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SSROHRETXGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c0FXivpDwBA/s400/OT-MexSwtChili.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270423350677822562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que saudades daquelas tardes de chá, que aqueciam muito mais que mãos e garganta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8681881916257201201?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8681881916257201201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8681881916257201201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8681881916257201201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8681881916257201201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/11/chzinho.html' title='cházinho'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SSROHRETXGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c0FXivpDwBA/s72-c/OT-MexSwtChili.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-5021419007223280766</id><published>2008-10-28T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:59:57.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualidade de vida (parte 2)</title><content type='html'>Quem diria que agora sou eu quem está do outro lado dos separadores centrais..... Preciso de tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para o sofá&lt;br /&gt;tempo para as séries&lt;br /&gt;tempo para as bijuterias&lt;br /&gt;tempo para a "lida da casa"&lt;br /&gt;tempo para dormir&lt;br /&gt;tempo para cozinhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempo para ler&lt;br /&gt;tempo para a música&lt;br /&gt;tempo para dançar&lt;br /&gt;tempo para a praia&lt;br /&gt;tempo para o pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;tempo para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso sobretudo de tempo para os amigos e familiares que tanta falta me fazem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo do fundo do coração para vocês! Sinceras desculpas pela ausência!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-5021419007223280766?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5021419007223280766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=5021419007223280766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5021419007223280766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5021419007223280766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/10/qualidade-de-vida-parte-2.html' title='Qualidade de vida (parte 2)'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-5602523829294188014</id><published>2008-05-15T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:30.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualidd d vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SCwFdU1n-TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SiMufNtIZ_s/s1600-h/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SCwFdU1n-TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SiMufNtIZ_s/s400/DSC01775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200537671074052402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como é k alguém aguenta horas em filas? esta magnífica fila, às 8h40, estendia-se desde a saída para Sesimbra na A2 até à ponte 25 d Abril!! Como é bom ir no sentido contrário;) Quem ker combinar um pikeno almoço p akeles lados c os amigos?!?&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-5602523829294188014?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5602523829294188014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=5602523829294188014' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5602523829294188014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5602523829294188014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/05/qualidd-d-vida.html' title='Qualidd d vida'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SCwFdU1n-TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SiMufNtIZ_s/s72-c/DSC01775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2296418830417106243</id><published>2008-05-04T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:30.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Num túnel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SB5iOdjIcNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QrjsSVajUZU/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SB5iOdjIcNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QrjsSVajUZU/s400/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196699020621803730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de acesso à zona da Torre de Londres! Sim, eu sei k o plástico me favorece! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chegadinha, de olhinhos arregalados de museus (British e o de História Natural) e exposições grátis, teatros cheios, ruas... cada uma com o seu encanto, cuidadinhas e limpas, campos verdes, castelos liiiindos... etc!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-2296418830417106243?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2296418830417106243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2296418830417106243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2296418830417106243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2296418830417106243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/05/num-tnel.html' title='Num túnel...'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SB5iOdjIcNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QrjsSVajUZU/s72-c/IMG_1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-4600256144819583257</id><published>2008-04-20T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:30.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fora de tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SAuU7OJusaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eqyg-taPu70/s1600-h/PICT4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SAuU7OJusaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eqyg-taPu70/s400/PICT4255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191406740606726562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiii o hi5 ja tem graffitis e jogos sim ou nao... ando mm desactualizada e peço desculpa pela ausência! o k se perde em 3semanas sem net!!! kisses a todos e vivam apaixonadamente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-4600256144819583257?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4600256144819583257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=4600256144819583257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4600256144819583257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4600256144819583257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/04/fora-de-tudo.html' title='fora de tudo'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/SAuU7OJusaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eqyg-taPu70/s72-c/PICT4255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2128013867755472925</id><published>2008-03-18T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:31.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blueberry nights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9-7dLtN6wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DZNnaQ6Jmso/s1600-h/myblueberrynights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9-7dLtN6wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DZNnaQ6Jmso/s400/myblueberrynights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179064206532406018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro mirtilos, adoro os actores(jude law, rachel weiss, norah jones), sinto-me apaixonada e ... o nosso 1º beijo foi assim, n foi amor?!? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-2128013867755472925?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2128013867755472925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2128013867755472925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2128013867755472925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2128013867755472925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-blueberry-nights.html' title='My blueberry nights!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9-7dLtN6wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DZNnaQ6Jmso/s72-c/myblueberrynights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-4407194130530526595</id><published>2008-03-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:31.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dias cinzentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R96cwbtN6vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cLX9Js7oT7A/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R96cwbtN6vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cLX9Js7oT7A/s400/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178748977407716082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dias destes só sabem bem qd não temos de trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;Qd podemos deixar o pensamento vaguear entre as gotinhas de chuva, aquecido pela mantinha, confortado pelo chá e apaziguado por uma boa música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso deixo-vos com mt côr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-4407194130530526595?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4407194130530526595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=4407194130530526595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4407194130530526595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4407194130530526595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/03/dias-cinzentos.html' title='dias cinzentos'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R96cwbtN6vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cLX9Js7oT7A/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-2767443950697848764</id><published>2008-03-10T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:31.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete a frase: "Amar é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9WtGLtN6uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QmL0CHansT8/s1600-h/592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9WtGLtN6uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QmL0CHansT8/s400/592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176233668465519330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...seres o açúcar no meu café!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-2767443950697848764?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2767443950697848764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=2767443950697848764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2767443950697848764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/2767443950697848764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/03/complete-frase-amar.html' title='Complete a frase: &quot;Amar é...'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9WtGLtN6uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QmL0CHansT8/s72-c/592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6632224196806930910</id><published>2008-03-07T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:31.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mulher!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9G5f7tN6tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/F61HyzKwfks/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9G5f7tN6tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/F61HyzKwfks/s400/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175121405079841490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma daquelas datas que dão um jeitão aos comerciantes, aos restaurantes e bares!! Vivam as mulheres, bem como os homens, e a igualdade de direitos. &lt;br /&gt; Eu sugiro a feira FEEL WOMAN na antiga Fil de Lisboa, este fim de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6632224196806930910?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6632224196806930910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6632224196806930910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6632224196806930910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6632224196806930910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/03/dia-da-mulher.html' title='Dia da Mulher!!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R9G5f7tN6tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/F61HyzKwfks/s72-c/DSC01379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6256508378617331819</id><published>2008-02-26T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:31.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escalem os vossos Everestes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R8RutfivJPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-L8IRU3Dogg/s1600-h/jg-CIMG0580a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R8RutfivJPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-L8IRU3Dogg/s400/jg-CIMG0580a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171379999968535794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui assistir a uma palestra do João Garcia, meio feinho e desfigurado, e gostei bastante! Além de aprender acerca de avalanches e disidratações, eh eh, tive uma nova perspectiva de sobrevivência, motivação e relações humanas. &lt;br /&gt;É impossível resgatar alguém a 8000mts, nem mm de helicóptero... jazem cerca de 160 corpos no Everest! Os alpinistas têm perfeita noção que acima dos 5000mts estão por sua conta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mover uma perna, carregando apenas 10kg às costas, tem de se respirar 4vezes (3 para obter O2 para sobreviver e 1 p obter O2 para o esforço)... o mm para a outra perna... dps o braço... e por aí fora! Além das alucinações decorrentes da falta de oxigénio no cérebro, torna-se ainda mais complicado ser racional quando tem de se deixar para trás um amigo (mas k na verdd são 70kg impossíveis de carregar, ele próprio já tinha as extremidades congeladas (não sobrou mt dos dedos das mãos e pés), mas ainda o esperou e dps procurou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem os seus objectivos... os meus não passam por desafiar anualmente as minhas capacidades físicas e a própria vida, certamente!! Mas o que retirei foi que é importante estabelecer objectivos, querer melhorar de alguma forma e enfrentar os medos! As motivações pelo caminho também são variadas... as do João são "fazer algo de que gosto e que quero" tendo sempre em conta "voltar a casa". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes preparar o caminho e percorrê-lo torna-se + belo e importante que o próprio destino!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6256508378617331819?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6256508378617331819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6256508378617331819' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6256508378617331819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6256508378617331819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/02/escalem-os-vossos-everestes.html' title='Escalem os vossos Everestes'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R8RutfivJPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-L8IRU3Dogg/s72-c/jg-CIMG0580a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7707002078630191550</id><published>2008-02-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:31.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R7ScW_ivJOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1HDaR1KuFQ/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R7ScW_ivJOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1HDaR1KuFQ/s400/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166926591328986338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o que me dizem vocês deste dia? &lt;br /&gt;Não passa de mais uma data consumista!! É verdade, mas isso é desculpa de solteiro ;)&lt;br /&gt;Eu creio que as coisas importantes da vida têm de ser celebradas!! O meu desejo é que todos celebremos o amor o ano inteiro... mas se as datas ajudarem a lembrar, ou tornarem um dia mais especial entre duas pessoas... então viva o dia dos namorados... e casados e amigos coloridos e etc...!&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7707002078630191550?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7707002078630191550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7707002078630191550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7707002078630191550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7707002078630191550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/02/st-valentine.html' title='St. Valentine'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R7ScW_ivJOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1HDaR1KuFQ/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-1219883412474167586</id><published>2008-01-26T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indo eu, indo eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R5tSRJZ-WpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0mxfiJY7g2I/s1600-h/Passos-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R5tSRJZ-WpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0mxfiJY7g2I/s400/Passos-full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159808252619152018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada é tão simples ou tão difícil qt se imaginou!! Mas só o conseguimos avaliar qd já o ultrapassámos!!&lt;br /&gt;passo a passo cá vamos nós vivendo, dia após dia, ainda q n saibamos p onde nos dirigimos! &lt;br /&gt;Desejos de caminhadas felizes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-1219883412474167586?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1219883412474167586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=1219883412474167586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1219883412474167586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1219883412474167586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/01/indo-eu-indo-eu.html' title='indo eu, indo eu'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R5tSRJZ-WpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0mxfiJY7g2I/s72-c/Passos-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-9211726306351996490</id><published>2008-01-25T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:08:12.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let´s dance!!</title><content type='html'>Como sou naba e n sei postar vídeos, deixo-vos aki o link p irem ver este remix brutal... k saudadinhas de abanar a peidinha e dançar até doerem os pés!!&lt;br /&gt;kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkroWMP_aMg&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-9211726306351996490?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/9211726306351996490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=9211726306351996490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/9211726306351996490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/9211726306351996490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-dance.html' title='let´s dance!!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7092166350390611852</id><published>2008-01-23T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R5fz3JZ-WoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Uws4AffAgU/s1600-h/IMG_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R5fz3JZ-WoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Uws4AffAgU/s320/IMG_0153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158860026919410306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk o prometido é devido, ca vim postar!!&lt;br /&gt;e qts de nós cumprimos o k prometemos? A nós próprios e aos outros... Nunca usem promessas para alcançar objectivos, especialmente se n tencionam cumprir... E qd o fizerem esforcem-se por as realizar, p k sejam + q palavras vãs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas d amor... essas são bem arriscadas!! E umas vez ditas, n se pode voltar com as palavras no tempo... follow your heart... mas atenção q ele às vezes confunde-se...&lt;br /&gt;Assim, fico-me por um Adoro-te namorado e partilho a Lagoa com vocês!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7092166350390611852?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7092166350390611852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7092166350390611852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7092166350390611852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7092166350390611852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2008/01/promessas.html' title='Promessas'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R5fz3JZ-WoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Uws4AffAgU/s72-c/IMG_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6276720486152881319</id><published>2007-12-28T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como se lida com a perda?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TXqM32NdI/AAAAAAAAADs/px1wG-Y2a44/s1600-h/GRIEVING%2BLOSS%2BOF%2BTIME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TXqM32NdI/AAAAAAAAADs/px1wG-Y2a44/s320/GRIEVING%2BLOSS%2BOF%2BTIME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148977394001262034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me explica como se lida com a perda de um amigo? Não é um casaco que se deixou num banco, não é o peixe de estimação que morre, estou mesmo a falar em &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amigo&lt;/span&gt;! Aquele tesouro que conservamos ao longo do tempo, que é o nosso refúgio tanta vez... o nosso consolo, o nosso sorriso... Espero que o Pai Natal não repita a proeza para o ano... mas não há duas sem três...  Quanto vale uma amizade? Mas a sério!! Pensem o que fariam por amizade!! Acho que como amigos temos alguns deveres... limitados claro... mas não pedi a ninguém para morrer por mim... só pedi lealdade. Como se lida com a traição?! Alguém que me explique! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só a morte é que não tem volta! Mas perdoar às vezes é tão difícil! &lt;br /&gt;Seremos piores pessoas por não termos a capacidade de perdoar?! ou somos simplesmente humanos? Já afastei a ideia de vingança, que acho baixa. Posso não ser má, tento afastar sentimentos negativos, mas não me peçam para ser uma bondosa santa!&lt;br /&gt;Como se castiga um amigo de anos? E temos esse direito? Mas um amigo não trai! Como funciona isso das segundas hipóteses... Quem as merece? Vale a pena salvar algo, em nome do que se passou até então, ou o que importa é o presente? São perguntas a mais não é?! Equiparo muitas vezes uma amizade a um namoro... se há perguntas a mais é porque não deve ser amor... e neste caso?! Se puderem aliviar o peso no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;As coisas podiam ser tão mais simples....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6276720486152881319?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6276720486152881319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6276720486152881319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6276720486152881319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6276720486152881319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/12/como-se-lida-com-perda.html' title='Como se lida com a perda?!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TXqM32NdI/AAAAAAAAADs/px1wG-Y2a44/s72-c/GRIEVING%2BLOSS%2BOF%2BTIME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-1823532470982792662</id><published>2007-11-28T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R03N4YV1Z2I/AAAAAAAAADk/aA-FdZx-j-k/s1600-h/gatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R03N4YV1Z2I/AAAAAAAAADk/aA-FdZx-j-k/s400/gatos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137989118390003554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, (ooops, não posso começar a frase com portanto!!), enquadrando.vos na minha vidinha... aproxima-se um período complicado de trabalhos, testes, procura de emprego... aliado à espera ansiosa de defender o trabalhinho de fim de curso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha família frequentemente me acusa de ser demasiado calma em situações de stresse. Tanta vez ouvi "essa tua calma irrita-me!"&lt;br /&gt;Não sei até que ponto essa característica não seja benéfica! Quando todos gritam e se descabelam, eu ajo, actuo (desvio o carro, vou buscar o gelo, trato as feridas)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais usual é irritar-me com pouco, com coisas que parecem insignificâncias, mas que para mim não o são (falta de responsabilidade, pequenas injustiças, sonhos demasiado improváveis, assuntos demasiado aborrecidos...)...&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso que um stressezinho de vez em quando, levado a sério, me fazia bem! Só no dia de entrega do trabalho é que me senti verdadeiramente enervada! isto depois leva-me a deixar, como tuga que sou, tudo para a última da hora! As mudanças estão a revelar-se mais volumosas do que pensei a princípio.... mas tudo se compõe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conselho: planear a vidinha com tempo, mas não achar que o mundo vai acabar se o plano não se cumprir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-1823532470982792662?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1823532470982792662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=1823532470982792662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1823532470982792662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1823532470982792662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/11/stresses.html' title='stresses'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R03N4YV1Z2I/AAAAAAAAADk/aA-FdZx-j-k/s72-c/gatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-5156494615685639439</id><published>2007-11-07T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mudasti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RzHhLkmtKRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Msz3Edsw73w/s1600-h/look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RzHhLkmtKRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Msz3Edsw73w/s400/look.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130129039472535826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque às vezes sabe bem mudar... sentir-se diferente e deixar que essa pequena mudança nos dê ímpeto para encarar os dias com um sorriso... outro sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certas mudanças são difíceis, são desafios...ameaças... mas quando, após o splash! inicial, vem a aceitação,  podem-se descobrir maravilhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenham medo de mudar, "para melhor, muda-se sempre", é essa a nossa função evolutiva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijocas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-5156494615685639439?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5156494615685639439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=5156494615685639439' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5156494615685639439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5156494615685639439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/11/mudasti.html' title='mudasti'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RzHhLkmtKRI/AAAAAAAAADU/Msz3Edsw73w/s72-c/look.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-4681294425943342758</id><published>2007-09-27T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:41:21.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Rain Has Fallen</title><content type='html'>Achei-a uma estória interessante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palace guards are all sleeping &lt;br /&gt;Their fires burn into the night &lt;br /&gt;There's a threat of rain on the dark horizon &lt;br /&gt;And all that’s left is a quarter moon of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbs up through the darkness &lt;br /&gt;No weapon but his surprise &lt;br /&gt;The greatest thief in the high Sahara &lt;br /&gt;Enters the room where a sleeping princess lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your money, your pretty necklace &lt;br /&gt;This is my work on such a night &lt;br /&gt;There's a storm coming over the mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone long before the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain has fallen&lt;br /&gt;After the tears have washed your eyes &lt;br /&gt;You find that I've take nothing, that &lt;br /&gt;Love can't replace in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as gentle as the night wind &lt;br /&gt;As no lover had been before &lt;br /&gt;And the rings she wore for her bride groom &lt;br /&gt;Slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you, take me with you &lt;br /&gt;Before my lonely life is set &lt;br /&gt;I've been promised to another &lt;br /&gt;To a man I've never even met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain has fallen &lt;br /&gt;After the tears have washed your eyes &lt;br /&gt;You'll find that I’ve take nothing, that &lt;br /&gt;Love can't replace in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;After the thunder's spoken, and&lt;br /&gt;After the lightning bolt's been hurled &lt;br /&gt;After the dream is broken, there’ll &lt;br /&gt;Still be love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said take me to another life &lt;br /&gt;Take me for a pirate’s wife &lt;br /&gt;Take me where the wind blows &lt;br /&gt;Take me where the red wine flows &lt;br /&gt;Take me to the danger &lt;br /&gt;Take me to the life of crime &lt;br /&gt;Take me to the stars &lt;br /&gt;Take me to the moon while we still have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain has fallen &lt;br /&gt;After the tears have washed your eyes &lt;br /&gt;You'll find that I've taken nothing, that &lt;br /&gt;Love can't replace in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the thunder's spoken, and &lt;br /&gt;After the lightning bolt's been hurled&lt;br /&gt;After the dream is broken, there’ll &lt;br /&gt;Still be love in the world &lt;br /&gt;Still be love in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-4681294425943342758?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4681294425943342758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=4681294425943342758' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4681294425943342758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/4681294425943342758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-rain-has-fallen.html' title='After the Rain Has Fallen'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7955633929450023094</id><published>2007-09-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sms na garrafa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RvvlVt95CeI/AAAAAAAAADM/DEVxAoAbsYY/s1600-h/IMG_5371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RvvlVt95CeI/AAAAAAAAADM/DEVxAoAbsYY/s400/IMG_5371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114933963088529890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem uma noite diferente, para desanuviar, para fugir à realidade, para nos entregarmos completamente a algo novo, para nos esquecermos das preocupações, para sermos nós mesmos..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a castaway&lt;br /&gt;An island lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;With no one here but me&lt;br /&gt;More loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Than any man could bear&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me before I fall into despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed since I wrote my note&lt;br /&gt;But I should have known this right from the start&lt;br /&gt;Only hope can keep me together&lt;br /&gt;Love can mend your life&lt;br /&gt;But love can break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out this morning&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe what I saw&lt;br /&gt;A hundred billion bottles&lt;br /&gt;Washed up on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm not alone at being alone&lt;br /&gt;A hundred billion castaways&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send an SOS to the world&lt;br /&gt;I'll send an SOS to the world&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;br /&gt;Message in a bottle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7955633929450023094?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7955633929450023094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7955633929450023094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7955633929450023094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7955633929450023094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/09/sms-na-garrafa.html' title='Sms na garrafa'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RvvlVt95CeI/AAAAAAAAADM/DEVxAoAbsYY/s72-c/IMG_5371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8160283936144767717</id><published>2007-08-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:32.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RrnPtPCAIbI/AAAAAAAAADE/yqu_3aB_ZNg/s1600-h/botas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RrnPtPCAIbI/AAAAAAAAADE/yqu_3aB_ZNg/s400/botas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096332829382418866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN! I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let it all hang out&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wanna scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inhibitions-make no conditions&lt;br /&gt;Get a little outta line&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna act politically correct&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take&lt;br /&gt;The chance to get out on the town&lt;br /&gt;We don't need romance-we only wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna let our hair hang down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8160283936144767717?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8160283936144767717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8160283936144767717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8160283936144767717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8160283936144767717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-fun.html' title='Have fun!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RrnPtPCAIbI/AAAAAAAAADE/yqu_3aB_ZNg/s72-c/botas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8881459334858741878</id><published>2007-07-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:33.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas boas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rqi4afCAIaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3vGCfGRTs74/s1600-h/146.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rqi4afCAIaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3vGCfGRTs74/s400/146.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091522143888351650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorava ir ao concerto, mas o tempo, o dinheiro, as opções.... n se pode ter tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things come to an end - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune &lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon &lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly what will become of me &lt;br /&gt;I don't like reality &lt;br /&gt;It's way too clear to me &lt;br /&gt;But really life is daily &lt;br /&gt;We are what we don't see &lt;br /&gt;We missed everything daydreaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust &lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends &lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling I always stop at exits &lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay &lt;br /&gt;Young and restless &lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less &lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies &lt;br /&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry &lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away &lt;br /&gt;And the clouds were dropping and the... &lt;br /&gt;The rain forgot how to bring salvation &lt;br /&gt;The dogs were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon &lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8881459334858741878?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8881459334858741878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8881459334858741878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8881459334858741878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8881459334858741878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/07/coisas-boas.html' title='Coisas boas...'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rqi4afCAIaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3vGCfGRTs74/s72-c/146.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-9064213307389883264</id><published>2007-07-08T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:33.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RpDA6PzIU2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FW0WvkPOasE/s1600-h/caminho-de-pincel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RpDA6PzIU2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FW0WvkPOasE/s320/caminho-de-pincel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084776086207222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de a poder cantar...mas ainda não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moment You Believe- Melanie C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Time to face what you're hiding from&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to do this on your own&lt;br /&gt;Together we are strong&lt;br /&gt;We don't need anyone&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;The time has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now to start a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;With all our hopes and all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I know the stars will shine for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they think that I'm no good for you&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that they're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Together we can fight&lt;br /&gt;Show everyone we're right&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;Our time has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now to start a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;With all our hopes and all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I know the stars will shine for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you believe there's nothing you can't overcome&lt;br /&gt;When you believe the earth is brighter than the sun&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/3041131391138782248-9064213307389883264?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/9064213307389883264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=9064213307389883264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/9064213307389883264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/9064213307389883264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/07/beginning.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RpDA6PzIU2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FW0WvkPOasE/s72-c/caminho-de-pincel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-5977142482051364679</id><published>2007-06-19T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agarra-me esta noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RnhsFuDeKjI/AAAAAAAAACs/QKEsRJXbKWk/s1600-h/agarrados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RnhsFuDeKjI/AAAAAAAAACs/QKEsRJXbKWk/s320/agarrados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077927425377970738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;"Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseres assim&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo um segundo&lt;br /&gt;És parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde olhares, eu corro&lt;br /&gt;Se me faltares, eu morro&lt;br /&gt;Quando vieres, distante&lt;br /&gt;Solto as amarras&lt;br /&gt;E tocam guitarras&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, como dantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Abrunhosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-5977142482051364679?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5977142482051364679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=5977142482051364679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5977142482051364679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5977142482051364679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/06/agarra-me-esta-noite.html' title='Agarra-me esta noite'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RnhsFuDeKjI/AAAAAAAAACs/QKEsRJXbKWk/s72-c/agarrados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7005785234222314449</id><published>2007-06-13T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T05:39:09.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>na memória das mãos</title><content type='html'>uma das letras que me partem toda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beijo  &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar que te leve &lt;br /&gt;O castigo da ausência, &lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a esperar &lt;br /&gt;E vais ver-me lutar &lt;br /&gt;Para que esse mar não nos vença. &lt;br /&gt;Não posso pensar que esta noite &lt;br /&gt;Adormeço sozinho, &lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a escrever, &lt;br /&gt;E talvez vá vencer &lt;br /&gt;O teu longo caminho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas &lt;br /&gt;Que sem ti não há lua, &lt;br /&gt;Nem as árvores crescem, &lt;br /&gt;Ou as mãos amanhecem &lt;br /&gt;Entre as sombras da rua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva os meus braços, &lt;br /&gt;Esconde-te em mim, &lt;br /&gt;Que a dor do silêncio X 2 &lt;br /&gt;Contigo eu venço &lt;br /&gt;Num beijo assim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar de sentir-te &lt;br /&gt;Na memória das mãos, &lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar a despir-te, &lt;br /&gt;E talvez ouça rir-te &lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes, no chão. &lt;br /&gt;Não posso mentir que as lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;São saudades do beijo, &lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar mais despido &lt;br /&gt;Que um corpo vencido, &lt;br /&gt;Perdido em desejo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas &lt;br /&gt;Que sem ti não há lua, &lt;br /&gt;Nem as árvores crescem, &lt;br /&gt;Ou as mãos amanhecem &lt;br /&gt;Entre as sombras da rua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7005785234222314449?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7005785234222314449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7005785234222314449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7005785234222314449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7005785234222314449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/06/na-memria-das-mos.html' title='na memória das mãos'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-8982883243939212784</id><published>2007-06-08T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:34.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar E Receber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RmmcgODeKiI/AAAAAAAAACk/diLES85-bug/s1600-h/t1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RmmcgODeKiI/AAAAAAAAACk/diLES85-bug/s320/t1457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073758532551977506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar E Receber - Sugiro a versão de Martinho da Vila e Kátia Guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Com o meu canto&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero lhe encantar&lt;br /&gt;Lhe embalar com o meu som&lt;br /&gt;Embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você ficar feliz cantarolar&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá...&lt;br /&gt;Capitando a energia&lt;br /&gt;Desse seu lalalá&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a filosofia&lt;br /&gt;Que é do receber e dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;br /&gt;E receber&lt;br /&gt;E receber&lt;br /&gt;E receber&lt;br /&gt;Fazer, fazer&lt;br /&gt;Me refazer fazendo amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem machucar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem me envolver&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Me quiser numa total&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter que ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Coladinho em meu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;De maneira visceral&lt;br /&gt;Vou expor minhas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Lhe darei muito prazer&lt;br /&gt;E bem prazerosamente&lt;br /&gt;Vou abrir mão dos meus sonhos pra viver só por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-8982883243939212784?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8982883243939212784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=8982883243939212784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8982883243939212784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/8982883243939212784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/06/dar-e-receber.html' title='Dar E Receber'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RmmcgODeKiI/AAAAAAAAACk/diLES85-bug/s72-c/t1457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-3553936363077836991</id><published>2007-05-21T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:34.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(resposta a tana) "I do!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RlGFLxmeXfI/AAAAAAAAACc/2v4MSa7QGhM/s1600-h/casamento+(luar).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RlGFLxmeXfI/AAAAAAAAACc/2v4MSa7QGhM/s320/casamento+(luar).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066977493108284914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nas suas diversas versões, muitos de nós já sentiram que eram definitivamente amados, incondicionalmente aceites, que viviam relações em que o outro, por mais que acontecesse, estaria sempre lá.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes até esta escolha relacional para a vida inteira fez-se abaixo das expectativas iniciais. Ficar com ele ou ela foi nestes casos determinado pela ideia de que o outro “me ama muito”, “é estável e fiável” e, mesmo não sendo a criatura sonhada, permitia seguranças únicas e certezas definitivas.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         in  "Guia de sentimentos prováveis", Isabel Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-3553936363077836991?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3553936363077836991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=3553936363077836991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3553936363077836991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3553936363077836991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/05/resposta-tana-i-do.html' title='(resposta a tana) &quot;I do!&quot;'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RlGFLxmeXfI/AAAAAAAAACc/2v4MSa7QGhM/s72-c/casamento+(luar).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7428471368758301969</id><published>2007-05-21T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:34.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>posse e perda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RlGD4RmeXeI/AAAAAAAAACU/K9fbjxV4gnk/s1600-h/abandono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RlGD4RmeXeI/AAAAAAAAACU/K9fbjxV4gnk/s400/abandono.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066976058589208034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vivemos num mundo em que a afirmação individual dos sujeitos se faz pelo que têm. &lt;br /&gt;Não basta ser inteligente, bonito, elegante, simpático, espirituoso, culto, desembaraçado, divertido, ou tudo isso em pacotes condensados. (...)&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro, 1 título, um cargo, um nome...N ter é o mm k n ser. Logo não ter qualquer coisa com jeito, qualquer coisa que os outros reconheçam e avaliem como boa ou desejável, é a desclassificação suprema.&lt;br /&gt;(...) chega-se a 1curioso fenómeno (...) que é o de “ter” pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema desta expansão possidente não está na aquisição mas na perda. Ninguém gosta de perder o que quer que seja.&lt;br /&gt;(...) e mais difícil ainda assumir que se quer alguém pelo que ela significa do que pelo que ela é, embrulha-se tudo na designação genérica de amor e diz-se e acredita-se que se sofre por amor. Que continua a dar para tudo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Não só não se perdoa ao outro o abandono como não se arranja mecanismos de compreensão e, muito mais grave, fica-se num impasse de sofrimento, em que se recusa a aceitação de uma perda que é imposta.(...) O triste , o absolutamente triste, de tudo isto, é que o amante abandonado na sua recusa de aceitação torna-se um ser indescritível. Ameaça, rebaixa-se, persegue, chora, impõe-se, suplica, diz mal, diz bem, diz que mata, diz que morre, chantageia, pede perdão.”  &lt;br /&gt;(Esta passagem lembra-me alguém... ☹ . Nestes momentos valorizo ainda mais o Marino por me ter compreendido na decisão de terminarmos e por não fazer “filmes”!)&lt;br /&gt;                                                        in  Guia de sentimentos prováveis, Isabel Leal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-7428471368758301969?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7428471368758301969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7428471368758301969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7428471368758301969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7428471368758301969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/05/posse-e-perda.html' title='posse e perda'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RlGD4RmeXeI/AAAAAAAAACU/K9fbjxV4gnk/s72-c/abandono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-799698082198954041</id><published>2007-05-15T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:34.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças... nao, nao e de casa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkmlQwkCjXI/AAAAAAAAACE/T0jbSO1Nty8/s1600-h/smoke_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkmlQwkCjXI/AAAAAAAAACE/T0jbSO1Nty8/s400/smoke_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064760963287387506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha qq coisa p vos dizer... mas ando meia desorientada eh  eh&lt;br /&gt;Ora portanto, tinha a ver com mudança... &lt;br /&gt;Penso que a questão filosófica "porque viemos ao mundo?" tem várias respostas!! Creio que temos variadas funções nesta vida, para com a nossa pessoa e para com os outros... Temos de definir o nosso ideal e tentar agir no sentido de o alcançar! Cada um com as suas idiossincrasias, mas todos com um objectivo!&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, a mudança tem de operar para nos tornarmos melhores, mas mudar não é fácil! Implica reconhecimento e um esforço para contrariar o que não está bem.&lt;br /&gt;Se reconhecermos que mudar é complicado, apercebemo-nos que também o será para outrém! Voltando às nossas missões, temos o dever de alertar os que nos são próximos, quando estes se afastam do melhor, e ajudá-los nessa mudança! O busílis (palavra horrorosa) da questão reside naquilo que achamos ser o melhor!! Pois o que parece melhor a uns, não parece a outros! E de boas intenções, está o inferno cheio!&lt;br /&gt;A mudança surge frequentemente associada à evolução, ao amadurecimento! A aceitação, a estagnação, são para mim sinais de conformismo, preguiça, cobardia e de falta de inteligência!&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena esperar que alguém mude? Temos o dever de esperar? Temos o direito?&lt;br /&gt;À partida temos de aceitar as pessoas como elas são! Se não são aquilo que esperamos, se não correspondem ao que queremos, então não vale a pena criar laços! Não temos de nos dar com todas as pessoas! Por alguma razão existem os cliques, as empatias, as antipatias, as embirrações... Não podemos esperar, muito menos exigir, que mudem! Por outro lado, temos o dever de as encaminhar para o melhor, de não desistir quando ainda nem se tentou... E agora?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-799698082198954041?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/799698082198954041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=799698082198954041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/799698082198954041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/799698082198954041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/05/mudanas-nao-nao-e-de-casa.html' title='Mudanças... nao, nao e de casa!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkmlQwkCjXI/AAAAAAAAACE/T0jbSO1Nty8/s72-c/smoke_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-345827584908255987</id><published>2007-05-10T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes wide shut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkMBpgkCjWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mYTbJ7AghnU/s1600-h/255486893.img"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkMBpgkCjWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mYTbJ7AghnU/s320/255486893.img" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062892218721930594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora cá vai mais uma das minhas teorias....&lt;br /&gt;se os olhos são o espelho da alma penso que quando os olhamos devemos sentir um certo conteúdo! não, não vou cantar "teus olhos castanhos..." lol&lt;br /&gt;Para mim olhos Castanhos são cheios, são vivos, são fortes e seguros (apesar de vulgares, reconheço) . Verdes são sonhadores, primaveris, dão vontade de percorrer infinitamente... Azuis... se forem escuros, podem-se revelar autênticas obras de arte ... claros, inspiram-me medo, desconfiança, frio, vazio... Confesso que não consigo encarar um Husky Siberiano!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Quaisquer variações às cores mencionadas, são raridades e como tal, devem ser comtempladas!&lt;br /&gt;Mas todas as teorias podem ser contestadas;) ;) E tudo depende do olhar, não da simples cor da íris!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss tana, pelo título&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-345827584908255987?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/345827584908255987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=345827584908255987' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/345827584908255987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/345827584908255987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/05/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes wide shut'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkMBpgkCjWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mYTbJ7AghnU/s72-c/255486893.img' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-839522274817899624</id><published>2007-05-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:35.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Branco renda ou Branco Paris?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkHGtgkCjTI/AAAAAAAAABk/F3JYgdgv18c/s1600-h/unh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkHGtgkCjTI/AAAAAAAAABk/F3JYgdgv18c/s320/unh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062545941278657842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabem que me dá mais para a veia poética quando estou em baixo... no entanto acho que o meu pobre blog já merece que o reanime!&lt;br /&gt;Tirando uma sensibilidade aqui, uma nostalgia ali, por estar quase a deixar a minha adorada Évora, e tudo o que esta implica, a vida até me corre bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos portanto com um episódio "Ita na Ovibeja, parte II"... a I não conto ;)&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez, uma menina chamada Ita que foi passear com as amigas à Ovibeja! Preocupando-se com futilidades, sim às vezes dá-lhe para isso, adaptou o seu look ao local que ia frequentar e às pessoas que contava encontrar. No final da noite, extenuada e com os seus pés doridos, Ita decide descalçar-se e exibir as suas meias às risquinhas. Não é que ela seja dada a vergonhas... mas once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;Foi aí que uma voz segura lhe disse: -"as meias até são giras, mas temos mesmo de gostar de vocês pelo vosso interior"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;episódio "pulga tem um aniversário"&lt;br /&gt;Inêsinha tinha uma festa e quase faz birra quando a Vó Mi surge com um vestido de ganga, blusa às riscas rosa e verde e collants iguais! "Mas Vó isto fica-me horrível"; "Não fica querida, estás linda!"; "ó Mi isso é porque estás a ver-me por dentro"...lol&lt;br /&gt;A tia lá lhe diz, entre risos disfarçados, "A minha mãe vestiu-me até aos 15, a tia também não gostava, mas não foi por isso que perdeu bons amigos"... lá se convenceu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ita e amiga vão ao café"... mas combinado com a devida antecedência (2h), para dar tempo para os preparativos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, acho que uma madeixa aqui, uma unha ali, um vestido acolá não fazem mal a ninguém, desde que não adquiram demasiada importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que os meus amigos vão dizer, mas porque raio foi ela escrever isto? Sabe perfeitamente que não ligamos a isso!! Só assim para ir para a noite e e e .... É por isso que vos adoro amigos! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-839522274817899624?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/839522274817899624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=839522274817899624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/839522274817899624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/839522274817899624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/05/branco-renda-ou-branco-paris.html' title='Branco renda ou Branco Paris?!?'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RkHGtgkCjTI/AAAAAAAAABk/F3JYgdgv18c/s72-c/unh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6674906791208275482</id><published>2007-04-20T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:35.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por-da-Terra em torno do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RikXyV6ahVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-2Jfymr58Lo/s1600-h/1173029414_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RikXyV6ahVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-2Jfymr58Lo/s400/1173029414_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055598210343142738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque e que tudo se torna mais bonito ao por do sol?? Sera porque a luz tenue, enquanto da asas ao pensamento, o condiciona, peneirando-o e preservando apenas o que importa... e como se as futilidades nem ousassem surgir mediante tal imponencia e esplendor! E a espera a que subtilmente nos obriga, para que aproveitemos o ultimo calor do dia, faz-me sempre pensar..."e se um dia acordassemos e o sol nao tivesse nascido?"... e se? (Desta o Saramago ainda nao se lembrou, mas cegou-nos... acabou por nos trazer a noite tambem).Por isso ha que valorizar cada raio, como se fosse o ultimo... ha que disfrutar de cada momento e nao considerar nada como um dado adquirido ou certo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque neste mundo tudo sao probalilidades e valores esperados, as certezas so surgem no limite, quando se tende para mais infinito!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este PC n tem acentos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6674906791208275482?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6674906791208275482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6674906791208275482' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6674906791208275482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6674906791208275482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/04/por-da-terra-em-torno-do-sol.html' title='Por-da-Terra em torno do Sol'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RikXyV6ahVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-2Jfymr58Lo/s72-c/1173029414_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-1732852674462296684</id><published>2007-04-13T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:39:43.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garanhoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cinema.ptgate.pt/Stars/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://cinema.ptgate.pt/Stars/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode-vos parecer estranho, mas tenho de partilhar convosco esta minha nova teoria! Os engatatões têm mérito e merecem levar-nos para a cama! Chocados?! Calma! Passo desde já a explicar!&lt;br /&gt;80% dos garanhões (dizem-se eles) são detectáveis à distância! 15% são desmascarados na primeira meia hora de conversa! Os restantes 5% são os que nos conseguem enganar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que muitos merecem uma oportunidade! Coitados, são uns solteirões ou mal casados, que saem para a caça em grupos de 2 ou 3. E não pensem que se vai de ânimo leve à caça! Há que escolher o local de actuação (discoteca da moda, praia da moda, hipermercado, ginásio,hi5...) e o local lamechas para fazer tempo antes de ir para o hotel e ainda o hotel!! Todos este de acordo com uma rotação, para não se cruzarem com engates anteriores!&lt;br /&gt;Como vêem, não são nada desleixados e perdem horas de sono!! &lt;br /&gt;Fazem o trabalho de casa! Quantos outros não andam por aí e nunca se esforçaram por arranjar um piropo mais elaborado que "não sabia que as flores andavam"! &lt;br /&gt;E não se lhes pode negar a nomeação para um óscar! Fingem-se interessados, decoram deixas, telefonam-nos (e a mais 20) e têm de repetir a mesma cena vezes sem conta!!! Risco é o middle name deles, podem ser apanhados a qualquer momento! Até se preocupam com a aparência ou seja... esforçam-se por nos agradar, compram o perfume da moda (recomendado nas revistas femininas que lêem para terem o que falar connosco), investigam quem é a escritora do momento, sacam da net e gravam o último álbum da última Norah Jones, treinam o sorriso ao espelho, verificam o hálito, rectificam o penteado,... e se nos levam para a cama esmeram-se!! (Não significa que fale por experiência própria).&lt;br /&gt; É toda uma reputação que está em jogo! A um namorado perdoamos uma "não levantadela", mas com estes auto-intitulados deuses do sexo não se pode ser condescendente! Prometeram agora cumprem, nós não vamos ser brandas nem sentimentalistas na hora de contar às amigas todas! Já para não falar que merecemos uma boa recompensa por ouvir pérolas como, no "homens há muitos": "as nossas vidas poderão ter muitas vírgulas, mas nunca um ponto final"," -Então não me respondes?; - A tua beleza deixa-me sem palavras!", "quando te, irritas os teus olhos são como um farol que me indica o paraíso", "A menina apresenta a metereologia? É que ao pé de si o tempo está sempre bom!" ou ainda "Está bem?! Aleijou-se? Como caiu agora do céu!"; ainda por fingir que caimos no jogo de sedução, por ouvir as mentirinhas sobre o super carro, a vivenda acolá, ou a promoção que vem a caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com esta é que me matam: "Só tenho duas mulheres na minha vida. A minha mãe e tu!" e depois quando se levanta, a aliança rola sob o banco do carro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história: estão muitas horas de trabalho por detrás de um bom garanhão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-1732852674462296684?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1732852674462296684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=1732852674462296684' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1732852674462296684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1732852674462296684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/04/garanhoes.html' title='Garanhoes'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-201189259085238040</id><published>2007-04-12T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:35.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rh4YX15ViTI/AAAAAAAAABM/pNwSPPaJMu0/s1600-h/73_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rh4YX15ViTI/AAAAAAAAABM/pNwSPPaJMu0/s200/73_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052502629839898930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe tão bem, ler! Mas demora tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo na vida, tem uma perspectiva e uma contra-perspectiva! O pólo positivo e o negativo! &lt;br /&gt;Permite abstrairmo-nos da realidade e, consoante a leitura, até podemos conhecer novos lugares, estórias e pessoas, sem sairmos de onde estamos! É ainda uma boa solução para, quando estamos de cabeça cheia de pensamentos que nos assaltam, ocuparmos os neuróniozinhos, ficando estes indisponíveis para qualquer outra tarefa não vital! &lt;br /&gt;O drama surge quando os olhinhos cansados, a barriga que ronrona e a boca que se escancara (quer de sono, quer pelas horas que já são!!!), empreendem uma batalha contra as páginas... "vá, só mais esta!!"&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, sugiro que aproveitem cada momento livre para ler!! Desaconselho vivamente a leitura, quando se aproximam testes ou quando já são 3h da manha e, das duas uma, ou vamos perder magníficas horas de sol, ou vamos passar o dia a bocejar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses e "façam o favor de serem felizes".... aaaah, não é bem isso: façam o favor de aproveitar o tempo ao máximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1- Eu e o Francisco Salgueiro, vá, o Xico, vamos até à esplanada!! Ele vai contar-me que "homens há muitos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2- Não sei se o sr. que fez a capa, e foi mesmo um homem, nos quererá transmitir a noção que, certas cenouras podem fazer mais pela mulher que um homem!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-201189259085238040?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/201189259085238040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=201189259085238040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/201189259085238040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/201189259085238040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/04/ler.html' title='Ler'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rh4YX15ViTI/AAAAAAAAABM/pNwSPPaJMu0/s72-c/73_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-5190896925511279788</id><published>2007-04-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:16:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta ao anonymous (em "Esperança")</title><content type='html'>Existem fenómenos que não conseguem ser reduzidos à simples teoria, é certo, vão para além disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo que é mais fácil generalizar, que analisar caso a caso, alguns muitos desviados da média. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao tds diferentes, tds iguais, não passa de um conjunto de desvios padrão e intervalos, mais ou menos amplos, que nos englobam ou excluem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa tem a sua aplitude de "enamoramento"! Umas estão mais abertas ao fenómeno, outras reduzem o intervalo de satisfação... as que reduzem o desvio padrão a um ponto são as que efectivamente não se apaixonam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre conhecemos a curva que a função f(x)= coração, vai descrever, e nem sempre conseguimos impor amplitudes... mas há de facto quem consiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-5190896925511279788?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5190896925511279788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=5190896925511279788' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5190896925511279788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/5190896925511279788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/04/resposta-ao-anonymous-em-esperana.html' title='Resposta ao anonymous (em &quot;Esperança&quot;)'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-1762311715742404867</id><published>2007-04-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:09:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oficinadolivro.pt/site/images/capas/73_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.oficinadolivro.pt/site/images/capas/73_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os homens das cavernas também oferecem Toblerones; os homens não acreditam no amor eterno.... até encontrarem a mulher certa" de Francisco Salgueiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê-se em 2 tardes, isto se se conseguirem obrigar a parar de ler na primeira! Para rir n há melhor! E para dar alguma esperança que as pessoas mudam... para melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperança= acto de esperar; tendência do espírito para considerar como provável a realização do que se deseja;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É curioso que, não tendo aprendido, acabamos a confundir o desejo com a realidade e as expectativas com a esperança. (...) São tão úteis como nefastas porque, se é verdade que nos permitem o espaço do devaneio, nos levam também a crer que o que desejamos, o que queremos e o que acontece têm alguma proximidade.&lt;br /&gt;(...) É banal as pessoas considerarem que perderam o que de facto nunca tiveram, sentirem-se traídas ou repudiadas porque as coisas não aconteceram como imaginaram(...) É vulgar diferentes patamares da infelicidade assentarem nessa dificuldade avaliativa do estudo de cada um destes fenómenos." em  Guia de sentimentos prováveis de Isabel Leal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixo-vos ainda com esta frase, da autoria do meu mano: "Há gajos com boa vida ... e gajas com cornos muito grandes!"&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- A esperança tem limites!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-1762311715742404867?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1762311715742404867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=1762311715742404867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1762311715742404867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1762311715742404867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/04/esperana.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-6781021355521019552</id><published>2007-04-07T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:35.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega p ra la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RhgBVs009AI/AAAAAAAAABE/P4erErGIQmU/s1600-h/255486895.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RhgBVs009AI/AAAAAAAAABE/P4erErGIQmU/s320/255486895.img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050788454417626114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que há quem consiga tirar o melhor de nós e há quem faça exactamente o oposto? É dos primeiros que nos devemos rodear, mas nem sempre nos podemos descartar dos segundos!! A chatice é quando algumas pessoas tiram um pouco de cada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio que me consigo olhar “de fora”! Abstrair-me, ser fria e, com imparcialidade de cientista, anotar pormenores e resultados, analisando-me, pelo menos nos aspectos mais relevantes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou um magnífico espécime representante do “Mau Feitío”! Notem que não é mau humor! Esse também ocorre, mas reveste-se de apatia. É curioso que algumas pessoas que me conhecem acham que estão a ler o blog errado, que não posso ser eu! Outras, infelizmente, conhecem este meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta fase, a que a minha mana chama feze, não me podem dizer nada que respondo com as famosas “sete pedras na mão” (mas porquê 7, isso cabe mesmo tudo na mão?)! E se tentam fazer piadas ainda por cima, do género “deves estar com o período” ou, a que mais me irrita, “isso deve ser falta de sexo”, arriscam-se a receber o sempre bem educado “e se fosses pó caralho?!” (nota: versão para pais e gerações acima “faz lá de conta que eu não existo!”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos devemos perguntar é, qual a causa do Mau Feitio? Creio que é como uma doença que só se manifesta quando o sistema imunitário está enfraquecido! Eu bem tento combatê-lo, mas está-me no sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Como o apanhei?! Não é genético, isso vos garanto! Mas o meu tem um elevado cariz familiar! É triste que a minha família seja o que mais prezo neste mundo, mas seja simultaneamente um factor adjuvante à manifestação do “mau feitio”.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a minha irritação advém de comportamentos (conjunto de acções observáveis, resultantes da experiência individual anterior) e atitudes (forma de proceder, momentaneamente) , dos quais discordo, de outros membros do clã (ou membros que “tenho” de considerar como pertencentes), aliados à minha paciência reduzida.&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que a verdade, ainda que a sua importância tenha penosamente decrescido nos últimos séculos, é um valor que deve fazer parte da lista de princípios de cada um, no entanto nem sempre pode ser enunciada, por questões “politicamente correctas”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma verdade vos digo, as musiquinhas românticas ali do “Fantasma da Ópera” não ajudam em dias como este. Só apetece gritar “mas ó amigo, quem é que vai acreditar nessas estórias?!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, já estão avisados, eh eh!&lt;br /&gt;Com jeitinho conseguem quase tudo de mim, raramente me vêem chateada, mas não me queiram ver!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-6781021355521019552?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6781021355521019552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=6781021355521019552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6781021355521019552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/6781021355521019552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/04/chega-p-ra-la.html' title='Chega p ra la!'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RhgBVs009AI/AAAAAAAAABE/P4erErGIQmU/s72-c/255486895.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-3347488567936596202</id><published>2007-03-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:36.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migalhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RgvrzF4sVpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/INUlinpmT4A/s1600-h/pombo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RgvrzF4sVpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/INUlinpmT4A/s320/pombo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047387070384592530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho um sentimento dentro de mim, que se não é raiva, assemelha-se bastante!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim sendo, decidi seguir o conselho de um certo indivíduo e escrever, para ver se alivia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se para muitos uma folha em branco é um amigo, um colo, para mim é um desafio, mas não muito atractivo. Mas pensei que, se escrever julgando que alguém me lerá, talvez tente clarificar as coisas e, inconscientemente, as coisas se tornem mais claras para mim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Migalhas… ora vamos lá tentar analisar os ingredientes deste título… sabemos, de antemão, para tal nos valeu a publicidade da Pedigree Pal, que restos não são uma boa alimentação! Até o pombo com o cérebro mais vestigial, tem conhecimento deste facto! A questão que se coloca é: queres ser um pombo de praça ou uma ave de estimação? Queres ser mais um pombo entre centenas, que sobrevive de caridade e de atenções falsas? Ou uma arara apreciada e valorizada? Existe sempre uma alínea c), uma ave de rapina por exemplo, que se alimenta sozinha, sem olhar a meios, completamente independente e dona de si! Cada uma com as suas vantagens e inconvenientes… liberdade, comodidade, respeito, atitude, incerteza, insegurança, dependência… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É só escolher, pois a nossa vida pertence-nos somente a nós, somos donos do nosso ovo por eclodir. (frase sujeita a discussão, daqui a uns parágrafos, a não perder).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nunca na minha vida (que em anos são só 23, mas em dias são milhares), tinha passado pelos dias sem os viver… e a sensação não me agrada. Mas confesso que dava um jeitão ter um botão mágico (não sejam perversos), que pudesse ligar e desligar, qual coma induzido, para hibernar uns dias, ou pelo menos manter o coração no modo “off”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se contar migalhas numa padaria é complicado, mais o é gerir a nossa vida!! As frases são todas muito eloquentes, mas deviam vir com asteriscos! Ora vejamos:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Nothing is too difficult, if you put your heart into it”!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É bonita, dá esperança, encoraja, mas e o asterisco? *- não será &lt;u&gt;muito&lt;/u&gt; difícil, será &lt;u&gt;só&lt;/u&gt; difícil! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazendo um esforço não suado de memória, se relembrarmos a frase acima enunciada, surgem-nos N asteriscos! *- para quem sabe o pouco que quer!; Mas e se eu quiser ser valorizada como a arara, livre como a águia e cuidada (com constância, ainda que com indiferença) como o pombo? Ou ainda, em casos extremos: e se o ovo estiver podre?! Só mais uma, para elucidar o que quero transmitir:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Carpe Diem”! Venha de lá essa nota: *- mas não faça nada de que se possa arrepender mais tarde!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O ideal era fazer um milkshake de todos estes pensamentos fantásticos e com elevado teor de sabedoria (pode adicionar-se um ovinho de codorniz para ser mais proteico), e reter os elementos essenciais à manutenção do equilíbrio do nosso cérebro, coração, em suma: vida!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para os que são crentes, encontram nas respectivas “bíblias” um caminho. Mas tenho para mim que não são livros práticos, de bolso, para ajudar a lidar com o dia-a-dia! Espero estar enganada e, desta forma, ver reduzido o número de desnorteados que por este mundo vagueiam!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para os não crentes… (que no fundo em alguma coisa hão-de acreditar, mais não seja na Mãe-Natureza), têm uma vasta pesquisa a fazer, dentro e fora de si, afim de encontrarem um rumo, um fio condutor dos dias…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já escrevi quase uma página, desviei-me do caminho, é certo, mas de facto não se avista nenhuma luz ao fundo do túnel… continua tudo escuro e incerto… tentativa falhada!! Para desemaranhar os meus pensamentos, além de ter de beber uns copos primeiro, para os abrandar, necessitava de muitas folhinhas do Word e … vai mais um copo, para os entender, aceitar e conseguir redigir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;beijoooos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-3347488567936596202?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3347488567936596202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=3347488567936596202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3347488567936596202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/3347488567936596202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/03/migalhas.html' title='Migalhas'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RgvrzF4sVpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/INUlinpmT4A/s72-c/pombo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-9160464818777538384</id><published>2007-03-20T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:36.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opostos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rf_A0W1F--I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j10us5dHmQs/s1600-h/dama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043962113392245730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rf_A0W1F--I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j10us5dHmQs/s320/dama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eles conseguiram... nós também havemos de conseguir!!&lt;br /&gt;A minha fórmula (que ainda não deu provas de resultar, mas na qual tenho esperança), consiste numa pitada de espera (associada a paciência, não a preguiça ou conformismo), com uma dose de mente aberta e despreocupação q.b.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estória de que os opostos se atraem, já culminou em muitos finais felizes, Yin e Yang, Gato preto Gato branco, Gata Borralheira e principe, pólos positivo e negativo, ....&lt;br /&gt;A luz não existe, se não existir a escuridão para a contrapor...O equilibrio e a harmonia no universo assentam nos opostos, na vida e na morte, na presa e no predador, na felicidade e na dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...assim sendo, que venha o meu oposto, mas preferia mesmo um similar... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resumidamente, não queria nenhuma estória de amor tipo Disney, com não sei quantos obstáculos pelo caminho... fico-me pelo final feliz, se puder ser!! (Ainda bem que sou nova e tenho tempo para esperar...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-9160464818777538384?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/9160464818777538384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=9160464818777538384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/9160464818777538384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/9160464818777538384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/03/opostos.html' title='Opostos'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rf_A0W1F--I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j10us5dHmQs/s72-c/dama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-1844337739596536789</id><published>2007-03-19T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:36.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rf6HD_v08pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VbgtsXpRjvs/s1600-h/403092181.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rf6HD_v08pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VbgtsXpRjvs/s320/403092181.img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043617135422927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querido pai, como não tenho uma prenda para ti, aqui fica o meu testemunho em como és o melhor pai do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Esta manhã, quando fui à oficina, o Sr Miguel, aquele dos dentes podres, tinha afixado o postal do filhote que agradecia ao pai por lhe ter comprado a playstation e respectivos jogos, tendo assim merecido o lugar de melhor pai. Eu agradeço-te por NÃO me teres comprado uma playstation! Por seres como és e por nos terem educado de uma forma que acho que resultou +ou- bem (excepto quando querias que usassemos botas caneleiras!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Não são só os pais que têm de se orgulhar do filho que é inteligente, artista ou boa pessoa, são também os filhos que têm de se orgulhar dos pais! Gosto de ti pai!&lt;br /&gt;E vocês, filhos que andam por aí, reconhecem o que os vossos pais fizeram e fazem por vocês, ou acham que era simplesmente a obrigação deles, já que vos trouxeram ao mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma grande diferença entre ter um cão a quem se dá comida, água e cama, e um cão que se cuida,leva a passear, quem sabe de carro com as orelhas de fora, a conhecer novos animais, novas ruas e novos biscoitos...eeeei, nada de novas camas!&lt;br /&gt;Kiss grande (eu dou, senão já sei que me esborrachas!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3041131391138782248-1844337739596536789?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1844337739596536789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=1844337739596536789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1844337739596536789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/1844337739596536789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-do-piai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rf6HD_v08pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VbgtsXpRjvs/s72-c/403092181.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7376456653373787552</id><published>2007-03-17T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:36.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RfyfNPv08nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YJW6qrO5xNc/s1600-h/IMG_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043080732662362738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RfyfNPv08nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YJW6qrO5xNc/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rfyepvv08mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fZ8U-8p9ZYM/s1600-h/espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas afinal porque custa tanto esperar?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não temos de reunir esforços, não temos de abdicar de nada, não temos de agir... então porque custa tanto não agir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só sentar, esperar que venham dias de sol, que sequem as lágrimas e surjam os caminhos... depois logo se escolhe qual seguir... não vale a pena perder tempo, ainda que tempo seja tudo o que tenhamos, a sofrer por antecipação, a indagar sobre o futuro! "O passado não se pode modificar e o futuro não nos pertence por direito. O que existe de facto é apenas o presente. O que importa é o instante." (Susanna Tamaro, Escuta a minha voz)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;PS- esta estória é muito bonita para quem não tem decisões a tomar, um curso para acabar e um emprego para arranjar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3041131391138782248-7376456653373787552?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7376456653373787552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7376456653373787552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7376456653373787552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7376456653373787552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/03/espera.html' title='Espera...'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/RfyfNPv08nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YJW6qrO5xNc/s72-c/IMG_4307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3041131391138782248.post-7079321319974214196</id><published>2007-03-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:39:36.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rfyfh_v08oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qd2CiFak_98/s1600-h/IMG_4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043081089144648322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rfyfh_v08oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qd2CiFak_98/s320/IMG_4403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ir até à praia, fechar os olhos, respirar fundo e deixar que cada onda que vem, leve um pouco do peso do nosso coração quando vai. Mas e quando nem as ondas do mar conseguem aliviar o sufoco contido nas aurículas ou as gotas ancoradas no saco lacrimal, que se detêm para não rolar rosto abaixo, desprendendo-se salgadas, por fim à mercê da gravidade... sem rumo?! Nesse momento, comtemplamos o pôr-do-sol e, humildemente, pedimos-lhe que nos envolva e nos trespasse com os seus raios que não se vêm, mas aquecem o coração. Se porém, o grito escondido no peito não se dissipa, ooops, corremos o risco de estar inadmissívelmente .... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*(Escolha a opção que mais se coaduna ao seu estado de negação: a- perdidos; b- vulneráveis; c-apaixonados).&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/3041131391138782248-7079321319974214196?l=itasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7079321319974214196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3041131391138782248&amp;postID=7079321319974214196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7079321319974214196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3041131391138782248/posts/default/7079321319974214196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itasilva.blogspot.com/2007/03/ondas.html' title='Ondas...'/><author><name>ita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04072242622603110901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/R3TgCs32NfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RH-mYPnKBas/S220/IMG_0034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zn6GcuMiokU/Rfyfh_v08oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qd2CiFak_98/s72-c/IMG_4403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
