<?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-1642458754507362500</id><updated>2011-11-24T21:07:47.968Z</updated><title type='text'>zuquizen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-9114442310615620375</id><published>2011-02-20T13:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:07:09.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ás vezes&lt;br /&gt;mudando de rumo&lt;br /&gt;podemos fazer sofrer algumas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;porem, a nossa felicidade também é importante&lt;br /&gt;e se estivermos felizes&lt;br /&gt;mais realizados&lt;br /&gt;aí sim&lt;br /&gt;com a nossa alegria&lt;br /&gt;podemos transformar a infelicidade dos outros&lt;br /&gt;em felicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-9114442310615620375?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/9114442310615620375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-vezes-mudando-de-rumo-podemos-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/9114442310615620375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/9114442310615620375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-vezes-mudando-de-rumo-podemos-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-1609909423290874011</id><published>2011-02-17T23:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:52:42.902Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora sim!&lt;br /&gt;mostras alguma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;dignidade&lt;br /&gt;o teu silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;agora sentes...&lt;br /&gt;não è ser um paspalhão&lt;br /&gt;como foste algum tempo...&lt;br /&gt;"tratava-te  mal "&lt;br /&gt;e só respondias&lt;br /&gt;tenho saudades tuas&lt;br /&gt;mas o que é isto?!&lt;br /&gt;haja &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paciência para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frontalidade&lt;br /&gt;e palavras para ti..&lt;br /&gt;uma dor que sufoca&lt;br /&gt;saudades das coisas boas.. claro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-1609909423290874011?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1609909423290874011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/agora-sim-mostras-alguma-personalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/1609909423290874011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/1609909423290874011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/agora-sim-mostras-alguma-personalidade.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-2668850144666815743</id><published>2011-02-16T13:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:09:48.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alguém&lt;/span&gt; que nos desvia da rota&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; que nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estremece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     que nos altera o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;horário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos leva aos limites&lt;br /&gt;          ao rubro!&lt;br /&gt; que insinua uma ou mais paginas da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;       que nos desfaz as malas&lt;br /&gt;que remexe as nossas coisas&lt;br /&gt;      que se precipita&lt;br /&gt;que nos faz de tolos.... &lt;br /&gt;   alguém.. sempre alguém!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-2668850144666815743?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2668850144666815743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2668850144666815743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2668850144666815743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-3460612823493620541</id><published>2011-02-13T23:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:34:25.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>Longas paragens no tempo! não há razão,não há espaço..breves conversas.. longas paragens quase sem fim.Acompanham o tempo, sem rumo nem perdão, momentos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;únicos&lt;/span&gt; escassos!..dias que confundem uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;espécie&lt;/span&gt; de procura que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; procura..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Barulho,muita escuridão,nada de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compreensão&lt;/span&gt;,e a tal luz do sonho... procura,loucura ,paragens muitas paragens ...Fica o esquecimento,o vazio, o pouco, o muito..às vezes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-3460612823493620541?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3460612823493620541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/luz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3460612823493620541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3460612823493620541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2011/02/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5307383298503771468</id><published>2009-11-17T21:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:30:38.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Escrever?!</title><content type='html'>Não quero.. não me apetece..não consigo... quem sabe um dia voltarei ?!!! desculpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5307383298503771468?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5307383298503771468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-quero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5307383298503771468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5307383298503771468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-quero.html' title='Escrever?!'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-2024340834700777624</id><published>2009-10-31T19:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:03:37.725Z</updated><title type='text'>#Explicações#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagino como seria passar o dia a ouvir a tua voz! em qualquer sitio..a toda a hora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma grande oportunidade para te ouvir sempre de forma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agradável&lt;/span&gt;! estou a lembrar-me daquelas pequenas irritações que inventas quando te chega o mimo.. penso eu!&lt;br /&gt;Fazer rádio?! sim era fixe!&lt;br /&gt;Estavas mais perto. Nem precisavas passar música!..&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia!...&lt;br /&gt;«Por agora não tenho tempo, até precisava de umas explicações!.. mas, eu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desenrasco&lt;/span&gt;-me! »&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto falo sozinha e não ouço nada. Também não quero ser ingrata e tenho q admitir que esta semana que è habitual ser &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enfadonha&lt;/span&gt;..este ano, foi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agradável&lt;/span&gt; e nada cansativa! afinal.. simplesmente porque te fui ouvindo.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;«Quando ouvimos a "nossa musica preferida", ficamos felizes! logo,tudo è mais fácil..» &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-2024340834700777624?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2024340834700777624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/explicacoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2024340834700777624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2024340834700777624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/explicacoes.html' title='#Explicações#'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-7664012466093564852</id><published>2009-10-22T13:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:20:30.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem e hoje, dias de novidade!&lt;br /&gt;« O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cenário&lt;/span&gt; de sempre», tempo frio e bastante chuva... o melhor de tudo è a paz que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Não me dou muito bem com o sr. orgulho, com a tristeza, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daí&lt;/span&gt; o alivio a alegria e não me importo de mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;Até o sol espreita!!&lt;br /&gt;Nada è &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; preciso descansar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-7664012466093564852?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7664012466093564852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ontem-e-hoje-dias-de-novidade-o-cenario.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/7664012466093564852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/7664012466093564852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ontem-e-hoje-dias-de-novidade-o-cenario.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5121787006702518367</id><published>2009-10-14T13:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:05:48.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se preferires..</title><content type='html'>«Queres fazer-me uma visita?» sempre ouvi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quem não se sente não è filho de boa gente! nem a noite que se diz conselheira me valeu.. sinto que não consigo.. escrever..responder ..ouvir. Desse lado, um simples "não me apetece" que magoa..magoa e volta a magoar. Hoje estou triste, o zuqui &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;está&lt;/span&gt; muito doente, vale a pena toda a minha dedicação...ele só pode magoar quando brincamos..fica tão feliz que o faz sem querer.. coisa de segundos! não è nada! peço ao tempo que se despache para curar tudo isto.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5121787006702518367?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5121787006702518367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-preferires.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5121787006702518367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5121787006702518367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-preferires.html' title='Se preferires..'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-3008902398963617999</id><published>2009-10-12T13:26:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:26:28.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples gesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há quanto tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber, sem procurar.. Ali!.. á minha frente, primeiro a nossa dúvida seguida a recordação...&lt;br /&gt;Como se de um filme se tratasse e a fita correu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rapidamente&lt;/span&gt; do fim para o inicio.. soube tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;E qualquer coisa de muito bonito bateu no coração e.. ficou!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha que haver palavras! breves.. mas suficientes para que te levasse comigo.. e o tal simples gesto?! que tanto deu que falar e fez toda a diferença...&lt;br /&gt;Carinhos, beijinhos muitos beijinhos.. as nossas mãos, ou melhor.. as tuas mãos, os teus olhos! as tuas palavras sempre carinhosas..&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto tempo voltou a tranquilidade!.. sim, tu és tranquilo!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres assim e por teres voltado... « &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; gosto muito de ti» a nossa frase preferida! e proferida,não sei quantas vezes por dia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-3008902398963617999?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3008902398963617999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/simples-gesto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3008902398963617999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3008902398963617999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/simples-gesto.html' title='Simples gesto'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-1686966570778835918</id><published>2009-10-08T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:56:36.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VERDE- MADURO</title><content type='html'>Os ditos mais experientes na vida dizem-nos em qualquer momento que são os tais " erros" as tais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiências&lt;/span&gt; a idade que nos fazem ficar" maduros"!..)&lt;br /&gt;Maduros?! como?!. em quê? onde?..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo è tão diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma "história" é igual!&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos um a um, mais que únicos!..&lt;br /&gt;E a quantidade de menos novos que se encontram sem rumo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt;?! não sabem..não querem saber, só têm dor..). Na cabeça um nó! ás vezes daqueles "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nó&lt;/span&gt; cego", &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;até&lt;/span&gt; pode ser forte, mas cego até ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;São infinitas as palavras, os gestos , os sons , o choro, o riso,a dor, os dias...é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; sabe controlar tanta coisa!!...&lt;br /&gt;São mais infinitas ainda, as vezes que todos falamos à toa...afinal onde estão os chamados maduros?! isso è o quê?! vejo de tudo em todas as idades ..tudo isto è uma confusão confusa.&lt;br /&gt;será que se houvesse só o dia ou só a noite tudo seria mais simples?!&lt;br /&gt;Todos tentam..... dão o seu contributo ou deixam a dívida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo,tenho muita pena do tempo perdido..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-1686966570778835918?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1686966570778835918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-ditos-mais-experientes-na-vida-dizem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/1686966570778835918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/1686966570778835918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-ditos-mais-experientes-na-vida-dizem.html' title='VERDE- MADURO'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5941889550112392164</id><published>2009-10-07T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:06:43.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje deixei a manta e fui ao concerto.. MUITO BOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5941889550112392164?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5941889550112392164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-deixei-manta-e-fui-ao-concerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5941889550112392164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5941889550112392164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-deixei-manta-e-fui-ao-concerto.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-2472290679632338696</id><published>2009-10-06T23:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:04:06.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>«E que tal deixares a manta e vires ver um concerto de jazz?»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-2472290679632338696?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2472290679632338696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-que-tal-deixares-manta-e-vires-ver-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2472290679632338696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2472290679632338696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-que-tal-deixares-manta-e-vires-ver-um.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-7962390218203556197</id><published>2009-10-03T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:35:42.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escreve..</title><content type='html'>Escreve......&lt;br /&gt;sentes que o dia foi positivo&lt;br /&gt;que se conversou com as pessoas certas, afinal não viste &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; não falaste com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena escrever o habitual... queixas!&lt;br /&gt;È um abuso para com os olhos,os ouvidos  os lábios.&lt;br /&gt;Já não interessa.&lt;br /&gt;Para viver a paz existe o refugio.. todos os dias espera..já encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;E o coração é grande.. que bom! para os que se amam.. permanecem..&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser:)..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto lá longe.. de parte da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;espécie&lt;/span&gt; humana..&lt;br /&gt;Assim, permanece &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; a sensibilidade, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compreensão&lt;/span&gt; o Amor..`&lt;br /&gt;Só sei viver assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-7962390218203556197?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7962390218203556197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/escreve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/7962390218203556197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/7962390218203556197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/10/escreve.html' title='Escreve..'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5844634451349624039</id><published>2009-09-29T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:18:35.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU</title><content type='html'>JOÃO&lt;br /&gt;Personalidade  encantadora, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mistura&lt;/span&gt; de inteligência e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;raciocínio&lt;/span&gt; com sensibilidade e emotividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Dorme bem meu amor, só quero que acordes melhor..  Amo cada vez mais e para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo da Mãezinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5844634451349624039?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5844634451349624039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5844634451349624039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5844634451349624039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu.html' title='MEU'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-3477670368537486717</id><published>2009-09-28T14:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:24:05.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;«E se a ponte está frágil ou balança com os ventos da discórdia, fortalece-a com laços de entendimento e da verdadeira amizade»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-3477670368537486717?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3477670368537486717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-se-ponte-esta-fragil-ou-balanca-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3477670368537486717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3477670368537486717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-se-ponte-esta-fragil-ou-balanca-com.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-3471454425538569339</id><published>2009-09-28T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:17:55.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TUDO OU NADA</title><content type='html'>Quando quero é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Quando quero muito não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Quando luto não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia não quero nada e tenho tudo&lt;br /&gt;Já não luto, já é tarde, já não quero, não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Só aceito a luz que insiste em me iluminar..dá-me a tua mão, não posso deixar que fiques no escuro, acompanho parte do teu todo.&lt;br /&gt;E voltava a ser &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; o que já não existe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-3471454425538569339?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/3471454425538569339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3471454425538569339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/3471454425538569339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tudo.html' title='TUDO OU NADA'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5845303096119952042</id><published>2009-09-24T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:12:15.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTINUAR</title><content type='html'>Ás vezes sentimos a loucura, em nós e nos outros!..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Será&lt;/span&gt; que è quando se sente ingratidão?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso com ela! è baixa, pesada, muito pesada... recuso-me a dar-lhe importância.. a aceitar não sei ouvir não sei responder,desconfio que è &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aí&lt;/span&gt; que sinto loucura... a sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; pode ser a soberba.. a inveja..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; lhe assenta esse tipo de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; e não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;está&lt;/span&gt; mais feliz por isso.&lt;br /&gt;È mesmo loucura!&lt;br /&gt;È de loucos..&lt;br /&gt;Fica-se louco quando a ingratidão nos bate...&lt;br /&gt;Para continuar a ser eu tenho que a cada segundo.. com algum esforço&lt;br /&gt;saber respirar e tentar;:.&lt;br /&gt;Entender..&lt;br /&gt;Respeitar..&lt;br /&gt;Conter..&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir.......Tenho que continuar...:)&lt;br /&gt;Porquê a existência deste sentimento?!..tão negativo!!&lt;br /&gt;Ouçam!!.. o meu coração acaba de enviar um sinal, diz; negativo não!.. de todo..&lt;br /&gt;Diz.., que se conheci a ingratidão è porque primeiro fui grato!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt;!.. então vale a pena continuar.. temos mesmo q seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; temos uma forma de vida!.. em sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;Viver tem destas "coisas" que nos faz crescer.. para voltarmos a ser gratos.&lt;br /&gt;E a loucura?!!... vagueia por &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aí&lt;/span&gt; como tudo e todos.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     "Depois da ingratidão a coisa mais dolorosa de suportar è a gratidão."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                (Henry W.Beecher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5845303096119952042?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5845303096119952042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/continuar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5845303096119952042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5845303096119952042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/continuar.html' title='CONTINUAR'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-6962055740070375108</id><published>2009-09-17T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:15:01.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre.......</title><content type='html'>Não foi um esboço de um sorriso.Foi o acordar do mesmo já desenhado hà muito tempo..)num quadro bonitinho com reflexos de felicidade. Que entretanto se perdeu no meio de outras obras.. (não de arte) muitas ilusões, tristeza e alguma lucidez... e a saudade?! sempre presente e nunca saciada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; encontrou ,reconheceu e me devolveu.. sendo assim valeu a pena sentir.. um sorriso de mãos dadas com toda a minha alma,um abraço tão bom que me volta a fazer respirar,que me tranquiliza.. não sei se os meus olhos voltarão a chorar, sei que se fecham para te ver! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aí&lt;/span&gt; sim .. vejo uma obra d'arte! ainda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; ilusões sucessivas, alguma loucura e lucidez..confusa! quero ser eu a desenhar o outro quadro, agora com os teus olhos para que me consigas ver... No rascunho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ficará&lt;/span&gt; o teu cheiro não sei a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cor&lt;/span&gt;, nem è preciso.. já é "presente" percorre-me todas as noites.&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou desenhando, o teu e o meu.. sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-6962055740070375108?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/6962055740070375108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/6962055740070375108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/6962055740070375108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/sempre.html' title='Sempre.......'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5577223935812468264</id><published>2009-09-10T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:14:45.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra dos sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setembro,mês de transição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol esconde-se todos os dias um pouco de cada vez... e nos diz, com jeitinho e voz muito baixa , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; para quem sabe ouvir...que vai adormecer ao som da barulhenta amiga chuva:) E nos segreda que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; sonha muito alto!...nas nuvens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È tempo de mudar o tempo, è tempo de mudança ...à luz intensa e brilhante sobrepõem-se dias demasiado pequenos e opacos... do reencontro ao adeus ...do sorriso para algumas lágrimas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da rotina, que para uns è renascer para outros è como parar no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È tempo de solidão..solidão que nos ensina a reflectir, a decidir...sabe bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;È Setembro, um mês como outro qualquer, com dias como todos os dias com momentos iguais e diferentes a tantos outros, onde não podemos deixar de ter coragem de sonhar como o sol e correr o risco de viver esses tão desejados sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5577223935812468264?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5577223935812468264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/setembromes-de-transicao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5577223935812468264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5577223935812468264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/setembromes-de-transicao.html' title='Terra dos sonhos'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-2766650027452190045</id><published>2009-09-08T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:18:45.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se achas bom ser im&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tante, um dia descobrirás que é mais importante ser bom."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                             &lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;oque Schneider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-2766650027452190045?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/2766650027452190045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-achas-bom-ser-im-por-tante-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2766650027452190045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/2766650027452190045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-achas-bom-ser-im-por-tante-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-5601418757265523054</id><published>2009-09-08T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:05:17.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ZUQUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yubjrG6iJ0Q/SqaqOS_gwxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XyvcmCcfRmw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090824_0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379173967533753106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yubjrG6iJ0Q/SqaqOS_gwxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XyvcmCcfRmw/s320/Snapshot_20090824_0.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O NOSSO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DÓCIL&lt;/span&gt; CÃO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-5601418757265523054?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/5601418757265523054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/zuqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5601418757265523054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/5601418757265523054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/zuqui.html' title='ZUQUI'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yubjrG6iJ0Q/SqaqOS_gwxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XyvcmCcfRmw/s72-c/Snapshot_20090824_0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-174022428466531905</id><published>2009-09-06T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:50:23.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1001 historias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZUQUI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Como è possivel em 15 dias conseguirmos 1oo1 historias para contar?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-174022428466531905?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/174022428466531905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/1001-historias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/174022428466531905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/174022428466531905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/1001-historias.html' title='1001 historias'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642458754507362500.post-1082480743450109568</id><published>2009-09-01T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:49:43.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Longe...ansiedade perfeita, sorriso constante, coração tranquilo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Longe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não, nunca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beijos no ar, dança de abraços,curvas às cores, o rio para atenuar a saudade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O momento da felicidade! sim, o tal momento estava là! ADORO-TE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Longe? não,não era nada longe...era triste! o quê? não sei bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei que chorava, nunca tinha chorado assim! era bom demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Levei um empurrão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Precisava!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Espreitava um muro... um muro bastante alto com alguma côr! pouca..de tons cansados de brilhar:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sofres tanto!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silêncio...silêncio...silêncio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seria do sitio? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seria do empurrão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seria das làgrimas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seria do muro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seria do passado... do futuro? da saudade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nem perguntei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Agora o cèu brilha diferente todas as noites...consigo acalmar, sei que olhamos na mesma direcçao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O meu cabelo sò brilha com a luz da lua...serà um sinal... da minha revolta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Revolta?! Não, isto è saudade... Adoro-te meu querido! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642458754507362500-1082480743450109568?l=zuquizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1082480743450109568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/1082480743450109568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642458754507362500/posts/default/1082480743450109568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuquizen.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE'/><author><name>zuquizen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042039650651283466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQrDlNX_zY/ThDHAzXUn9I/AAAAAAAAACs/RMV67QO89Xs/s220/Desert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
