<?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-2744960425837885791</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:24:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-809018387210143260</id><published>2007-06-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:24.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RoVqyXhc0mI/AAAAAAAAABE/H6hpCsFzY-8/s1600-h/HPIM0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081585168097792610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RoVqyXhc0mI/AAAAAAAAABE/H6hpCsFzY-8/s320/HPIM0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A martinha, poderia dizer apenas em duas palavras como "pessoa especial" aquilo que ela é mas seria vago de mais para demonstrar aquilo que ela realmente significa para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta pessoa especial de que vos falo e simplesmente alguem mais do que o ombro amigo que muitos procuram, mais do que a amiga que esta sempre presente quando é preciso. Daí denomina-la de "pessoa especial".&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sou feliz por um dia a ter conhecido. Sinto-me bem quando estou com ela. Sinto que ha quem goste de mim tal como sou. Ou simplesmente sinto que aprenderam a gostar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;tudo isto nao e um exagero, é ate mesmo uma tentativa de nao exagerar naquilo que sinto por ela. um pequeno resumo acerca da pessoa que jamais saira da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nS. - 29.06.2007&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/2744960425837885791-809018387210143260?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/809018387210143260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=809018387210143260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/809018387210143260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/809018387210143260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-special.html' title='someone special'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RoVqyXhc0mI/AAAAAAAAABE/H6hpCsFzY-8/s72-c/HPIM0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-6481778462508367456</id><published>2007-06-25T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:33:47.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liberdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São apenas mais 3 semanas de tortura, e depois finalmente vou sentir o sabor das ferias, praia, sol, mar, piscina, gelados, volei, noites de verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desde que o verão 2006 acabou ja espero com grande ansiedade o verão 2007, espero e nao me decepcionar, como aconteceu em muitos verões. Mas não vou pensar negativo, vou pensar que este vai ser o melhor verão de sempre e vai ser gozado minuto a minuto, cada instante terá o seu significado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas agora tenho que parar de sonhar e voltar a realidade, ainda tenho tanto que estudar e desta vez as coisas não me vao correr mal, assim o espero. Agora na realidade...vou estudar fisica e quimica=P&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/2744960425837885791-6481778462508367456?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/6481778462508367456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=6481778462508367456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/6481778462508367456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/6481778462508367456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/liberdade.html' title='liberdade...'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-6056760610164993276</id><published>2007-06-22T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:24.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro mergulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rnwv94HRFNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m2Vi43RGh-Q/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078987219848467666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rnwv94HRFNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m2Vi43RGh-Q/s320/praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finalmente a praia está de volta =)! Só posso dizer que tive uma sensação fantástica de liberdade, algo como a muito tempo não sentia! Foi simplesmente unico=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As saudades de estar a beira mar, de comer um gelado, de jogar as cartas, daqueles mergulhos, e que mergulhos=) mas o primeiro e sempre o melhor... Aquela agua limpida e brilhante, completamente transparente, era lindo, que cenario maravilhoso. Quero de volta.&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/2744960425837885791-6056760610164993276?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/6056760610164993276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=6056760610164993276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/6056760610164993276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/6056760610164993276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/primeiro-mergulho.html' title='Primeiro mergulho'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rnwv94HRFNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m2Vi43RGh-Q/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-1656835616917560816</id><published>2007-06-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:25.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RnGE34HRFMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x-js74ayTVI/s1600-h/snoopy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075984350513796290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RnGE34HRFMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x-js74ayTVI/s320/snoopy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parece a semana mais longa da minha vida. Apenas saio de casa para atravessar a rua e ir a explicação. Começo a sentir-me realmente cansada. Mas o que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São um mal necessário para quem sonha com um lugar na universidade. São os sempre «dolorosos» exames. Não há nada a fazer a não ser estudar.&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/2744960425837885791-1656835616917560816?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/1656835616917560816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=1656835616917560816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/1656835616917560816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/1656835616917560816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/exames.html' title='Exames'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RnGE34HRFMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x-js74ayTVI/s72-c/snoopy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-3713835999696924651</id><published>2007-06-07T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:25.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rmhn_YHRFLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-mmyl2wzTxo/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073419318735213746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rmhn_YHRFLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-mmyl2wzTxo/s320/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O meu desejo de sair daqui está a crescer. É bom saber que existem pessoas, amigos que querem que fique mas cada vez mais a minha vida muda e muda e muda. São essas pequenas coisas que fazem para que o meu desejo aumente de dia para dia. Gosto de cá estar, gosto das pessoas q vivem a minha volta, gosto de tudo aqui. Mas existe sempre um mas.&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/2744960425837885791-3713835999696924651?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/3713835999696924651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=3713835999696924651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/3713835999696924651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/3713835999696924651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/desejo.html' title='desejo...'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rmhn_YHRFLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-mmyl2wzTxo/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-6974374962328844301</id><published>2007-06-05T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:58:00.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sei, tudo pode acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sei, nosso amor não vai morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou pedir, aos céus, você aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou jogar, no mar, flores pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei, porque você disse adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guardei, o beijo que você me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou pedir, aos céus, você aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou jogar, no mar, flores pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You say good-bye, and I say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You say good-bye, and I say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohohoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei, porque você disse adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guardei, o beijo que você me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou pedir, aos céus, você aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou jogar, no mar, flores pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you say good bye and I say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you say good bye and I say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ohohoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&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/2744960425837885791-6974374962328844301?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/6974374962328844301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=6974374962328844301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/6974374962328844301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/6974374962328844301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/eu-sei.html' title='Eu Sei'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-1729220436594317050</id><published>2007-06-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:53:12.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto de abraços e depois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinal quem n gosta? Quem n gosta de sentir aquele abraço apertado? Aquele que nos conforta tantas vezes, naqueles momentos em que em nada se pensa, onde o pensamento voa e o declinio nos envolve... o abraço é mais que um gesto.. é a atençao, a segurança, o conforto, é aquilo que as vezes mais precisamos e que tao poucas vezes damos valor. Torna-se banal e sem sentido... mas ha sempre AQUELE abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2744960425837885791-1729220436594317050?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/1729220436594317050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=1729220436594317050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/1729220436594317050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/1729220436594317050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/abrao.html' title='Abraço'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-9101574490046335038</id><published>2007-06-02T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:48:42.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um conselho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tu estas a fazer muitas escolhas e decisões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;precisas de perceber que o que estas a fazer, não pode ser feito de cabeça quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu aconcelho-te a agora parares e olhares apenas para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;esquece tudo o que te foi dito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olha para ti ao longo do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tempo em que foste feliz tenta descobrir o porquê dessa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se n achares que é bem isso... procura melhor...&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/2744960425837885791-9101574490046335038?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/9101574490046335038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=9101574490046335038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/9101574490046335038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/9101574490046335038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-conselho.html' title='um conselho...'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-929734620019997389</id><published>2007-06-02T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:25.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, estou diferente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RmFMUOYC_sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upBXT-op8p4/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071418565735939778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RmFMUOYC_sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upBXT-op8p4/s320/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Num espaço de 24 horas precebi que estou mesmo diferente e acima de tudo precebi que não gosto daquilo que sou :X e agora pergunto-me, como é que no espaço de 1 mês posso ter mudado tanto? Como? Neste momento era aquilo que eu mais gostava de saber x( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o imporatnte é que eu precebi que estou mal, e quero mudar tudo o que me faz sentir assim. Só posso dizer que a noite ainda serve para alguma coisa, sem ser beber fumar e desiludir as pessoas que gosto. ACABOU! "A vida é para ser rida e não para andar ai a chorar pelos cantos"&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/2744960425837885791-929734620019997389?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/929734620019997389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=929734620019997389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/929734620019997389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/929734620019997389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-estou-diferente.html' title='Ok, estou diferente...'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/RmFMUOYC_sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upBXT-op8p4/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-8704565486726807691</id><published>2007-05-31T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:25.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas mudam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl9Bg-YC_rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jJFdj6b-12E/s1600-h/xateada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070843740197945010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl9Bg-YC_rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jJFdj6b-12E/s320/xateada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que estou assim tão diferente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque que é que oiço todos os dias: "Marta tás diferente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porquê tudo isto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As pessoas mudam, umas mais que outras. Eu mudei, mas mudei certos aspectos para melhor, eu sou a mesma Marta de sempre! Onde veem tantas diferenças? Onde? Gostava mesmo de preceber tantos pontos de vista diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo isto me faz sentir mal. Tudo isto está a afectar-me cada vez mais :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apetece-me acordar, gritar e que tudo o que está a acontecer desapareça pura e simplesmente como se nada fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&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/2744960425837885791-8704565486726807691?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/8704565486726807691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=8704565486726807691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/8704565486726807691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/8704565486726807691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-pessoas-mudam.html' title='As pessoas mudam'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl9Bg-YC_rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jJFdj6b-12E/s72-c/xateada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-4724029650543625730</id><published>2007-05-31T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:25.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl8yfOYC_qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S4V57Z0MnO4/s1600-h/pulseiras.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070827217458757282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl8yfOYC_qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S4V57Z0MnO4/s320/pulseiras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei se muita gente acredita ou não mas eu acredito e isso é que importa, eu acredito naquilo que trago todos os dias no pulso, independentemente das mudanças de vida e de vontades. Vou usar para sempre.&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/2744960425837885791-4724029650543625730?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/4724029650543625730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=4724029650543625730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/4724029650543625730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/4724029650543625730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/05/sempre-comigo.html' title='Sempre comigo'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl8yfOYC_qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S4V57Z0MnO4/s72-c/pulseiras.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2744960425837885791.post-5458102430136548466</id><published>2007-05-31T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:34:25.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O mais importante para mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl8w2eYC_pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWz4L9rHneU/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070825417867460242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl8w2eYC_pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWz4L9rHneU/s320/friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigos? Pessoas que se sentem bem na companhia uns dos outros, que têm acima de tudo um sentimento de lealdade, que fazem de tudo, colocam qualquer interesse a frente deles quando sao precisos. Não é preciso ser se parecido para poder conviver sempre bem. A amizade não são só coisas boas, e se não houvesse coisas más quando é que tinhamos aqueles momentos lindos das pazes? Pois é, uma amizade reune tudo, amor, confiança, lealdade, pontos de vista diferentes e muitas outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Por entre todos os amigos existe sempre aquele, o ou os “melhores amigos”. Aquele que é incansável e que nos conhece melhor que ninguém. Aquele que está sempre lá para servir de “confessionário”. Aquele que reúne todo o nível de confiança e fidelidade.&lt;br /&gt;Será que são perfeitos? Claro que não, ninguém é perfeito e se gostamos da pessoa gostamos de tudo, dos seus defeitos e das suas qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2744960425837885791-5458102430136548466?l=martinha-eu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/feeds/5458102430136548466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2744960425837885791&amp;postID=5458102430136548466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/5458102430136548466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2744960425837885791/posts/default/5458102430136548466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinha-eu.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-mais-importante-para-mim.html' title='O mais importante para mim'/><author><name>Martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595505892139910855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6eQyMLQKT18/Rl8w2eYC_pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWz4L9rHneU/s72-c/friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
