<?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-5384917182561220568</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:19.696-07:00</updated><category term='frágil'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='forte'/><title type='text'>* Big girls don't cry *</title><subtitle type='html'>MAIS DO QUE PALAVRAS . . . SÃO SENTIMENTOS !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-2987327933873861282</id><published>2009-02-11T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:27:56.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SZNQo98i4MI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kGgCpNvsRdk/s1600-h/mssyou-070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SZNQo98i4MI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kGgCpNvsRdk/s320/mssyou-070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301669851098702018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your&lt;strong&gt; lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your&lt;strong&gt; smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your&lt;strong&gt; skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your&lt;strong&gt; look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your&lt;strong&gt; teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;warm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your &lt;strong&gt;taste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your  &lt;strong&gt;breathing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt; . . . so much !&lt;br /&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/5384917182561220568-2987327933873861282?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2987327933873861282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=2987327933873861282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/2987327933873861282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/2987327933873861282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SZNQo98i4MI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kGgCpNvsRdk/s72-c/mssyou-070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-7914320585245914416</id><published>2009-01-30T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:56:34.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je ne sais pas [?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SYOFQSaKQmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r7izxLvGUA4/s1600-h/OSLLN1302770-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SYOFQSaKQmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r7izxLvGUA4/s320/OSLLN1302770-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297224101583798882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pedes-me um&lt;strong&gt; tempo&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;para &lt;strong&gt;balanço&lt;/strong&gt; de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu&lt;strong&gt; sou&lt;/strong&gt; de letras,&lt;br /&gt;não me sei&lt;strong&gt; dividir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Para&lt;strong&gt; mim&lt;/strong&gt; um balanço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é&lt;/strong&gt; mesmo balançar,&lt;br /&gt;balançar &lt;strong&gt;até&lt;/strong&gt; dar balanço&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;sai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou-te tudo de mim. Eu aguentei meses de ausência nos meus dias . . . Eu senti a tua falta. Eu formulei um "alguém" que afinal, era completamente diferente. Eu respirei fundo e aceitei-te, tal e qual como és, com todas as tuas virtudes e com todos os teus podres. E nunca te julguei. Recebi-te de braços abertos, no meu mundo, no meu coração e talvez não percebas isso. Talvez penses que és "um" quando acabas por ser "o" . . .&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me de ti ! Não me tires aquilo que sinto, porque com tudo isto, só vou acabar por me deixar levar pelo balanço, até sair.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta e os meus dias jamais voltarão a ser os mesmo. Mas dói. Dói saber o quão mal pensas do que faço, digo e sou !!! Dói quando eu faço TUDO e só sabes pensar que esse tudo é NADA. . .&lt;br /&gt;Colocas tudo em causa. Tudo o que sou, tudo o que digo, tudo o que dou de mim, todos os meus sentimentos. Balanças e deixas-me a balançar, sem ter apoio para parar e recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm here. . . By your side !!! FOREVER, yes???? Trust in me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Os nossos momentos, os abraços, os sorrisos, os beijos. . . eu nunca esqueço nada. Mas, por favor, não penses que algo mudou (porque jamais mudará) ! Gosto de ti * &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5384917182561220568-7914320585245914416?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7914320585245914416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=7914320585245914416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7914320585245914416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7914320585245914416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-ne-sais-pas.html' title='Je ne sais pas [?]'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SYOFQSaKQmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r7izxLvGUA4/s72-c/OSLLN1302770-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-5476081386800554950</id><published>2009-01-02T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:23:44.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partir-Colar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dhnet.org.br/desejos/sentidos/afinidade/afinidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dhnet.org.br/desejos/sentidos/afinidade/afinidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Nem tudo o que parte, se volta a colar". . . Mafalda Veiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será? Será que tudo aquilo pelo que lutamos durante imenso tempo, quando vai ao chão e se parte, não se volta a colar?&lt;br /&gt;Será que quando as pessoas fogem de nós, não se voltam a colar?&lt;br /&gt;Porque existe o verbo partir ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-5476081386800554950?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5476081386800554950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=5476081386800554950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/5476081386800554950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/5476081386800554950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2009/01/nem-tudo-o-que-parte-se-volta-colar.html' title='Partir-Colar'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-8712976310989117870</id><published>2008-11-02T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:24:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Após alguma ausência. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SQ4n9Ap3V2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/RLCfTIdZkjQ/s1600-h/sem+título.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SQ4n9Ap3V2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/RLCfTIdZkjQ/s400/sem+título.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188943543785314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque o que não dizemos é sempre o que nem nós próprios entendemos. . . Há coisas que são apenas para serem pensadas, sentidas e não ditas !  &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/5384917182561220568-8712976310989117870?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8712976310989117870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=8712976310989117870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/8712976310989117870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/8712976310989117870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/aps-alguma-ausncia.html' title='Após alguma ausência. . .'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/SQ4n9Ap3V2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/RLCfTIdZkjQ/s72-c/sem+título.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-1293218934811696692</id><published>2008-01-05T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:52:34.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/R4AkzD_YLTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gcgfRF88xdc/s1600-h/GVCo4j387514-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152158433374907698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/R4AkzD_YLTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gcgfRF88xdc/s400/GVCo4j387514-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se eu ao menos pudesse dizer tudo aquilo que sinto cá dentro. . . Quero libertar-me deste sentimento que teima em não desaparecer. Não sei, e acho mesmo que não me conheço ! Estás tão distante, como podes significar tanto para mim ? Porque é que, quando estás longe, sinto que afinal é fácil falar menos contigo. . . e porque é que quando estás mais perto, me dá a sensação que nunca poderei deitar nada a perder ???? Sai de dentro de mim. . . afasta-te, fruto proibído ! Consomes tudo o que eu tenho. . . porque és tudo o que eu quero e não consigo parar de te desejar. Mas não posso. . . eu sei que não posso ! E isso, é o pior. . . E tu, que acabas de dizer que tens sempre razão. . . acabas por ter a certeza que ainda sinto algo por ti ! Como tu estás certo. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-1293218934811696692?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1293218934811696692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=1293218934811696692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1293218934811696692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1293218934811696692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2008/01/se-eu-ao-menos-pudesse-dizer-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/R4AkzD_YLTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gcgfRF88xdc/s72-c/GVCo4j387514-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-1431805259315754858</id><published>2007-10-05T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:30:34.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editpresenca.pt/images/livros/01040335%20-%20Juntos%20ao%20Luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="427" alt="" src="http://www.editpresenca.pt/images/livros/01040335%20-%20Juntos%20ao%20Luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque nem sempre basta amarmos. . . Por vezes, o destino encarrega-se de unir ou separar quem se ama, e cabe-nos apenas sermos felizes, recordando o passado como algo único e que nunca se irá esquecer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor significa preocuparmo-nos mais com a felicidade da outra pessoa que com a nossa própria felicidade, por muito dolorosas que as opções com que nos deparemos sejam. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juntos ao Luar". . . é mais do que uma linda história de amor !&lt;br /&gt;&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/5384917182561220568-1431805259315754858?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1431805259315754858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=1431805259315754858' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1431805259315754858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1431805259315754858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-3675190088196615248</id><published>2007-09-28T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:43:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/Rv1KWL00i6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1oU6ys76KYk/s1600-h/100_0418-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115326496754666402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/Rv1KWL00i6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1oU6ys76KYk/s320/100_0418-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei eternamente menina, nas minhas memórias, nos meus amores, nos meus momentos, nos meus sorrisos. . . Serei eu e apenas eu, venha quem vier !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5384917182561220568-3675190088196615248?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3675190088196615248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=3675190088196615248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/3675190088196615248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/3675190088196615248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/Rv1KWL00i6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1oU6ys76KYk/s72-c/100_0418-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-3081868596404800869</id><published>2007-09-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:28:18.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuXH1WmRMVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v7sjFzaXXOk/s1600-h/sascha-huettenhain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108709071734780242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuXH1WmRMVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v7sjFzaXXOk/s320/sascha-huettenhain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda olho tentanto te procurar. . . Ainda penso em ti como no primeiro dia em que te conheci ! Lembro-me do teu olhar, do teu caminhar, do teu cheiro, da tua boca, do sorriso que os teus lábios soltavam . . . Ainda me lembro do primeiro "olá" e dos primeiros beijos que trocámos ! Doces beijos. . . envolvidos com uma ternura inatingível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto-te em mim, sabias ? Ainda sinto a sensibilidade do teu toque no meu corpo, ainda sinto o sabor da tua boca enrolada na minha, ainda sinto a tua respiração no meu ouvido . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda te sinto em mim . . . e sei que isso nunca vai mudar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-3081868596404800869?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3081868596404800869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=3081868596404800869' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/3081868596404800869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/3081868596404800869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/09/ainda-olho-para-o-lado-tentanto-te.html' title=''/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuXH1WmRMVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v7sjFzaXXOk/s72-c/sascha-huettenhain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-8000903291455872776</id><published>2007-09-07T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:24:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostras-me a vida. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuHqZWmRMSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4WXyEtlUZBk/s1600-h/ta0zouCQDXWB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107621173698572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuHqZWmRMSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4WXyEtlUZBk/s320/ta0zouCQDXWB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes, não te consigo dar o devido valor. O valor de ter um amigo que me conhece como tu me conheces, mesmo sem estares ao meu lado. O valor de um amigo que ri comigo, que chora comigo, que pergunta, que critica, que ajuda, que mima . . . um amigo que é como um irmão mais velho ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar dos momentos que passamos, quero que saibas que serás sempre aquela "figura" de maturidade e seriedade . . . e desculpa, porque muitas vezes sou injusta para contigo nas palavras, nas atitudes . . . na frieza dos sentimentos !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só quero que saibas que te adoro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És o meu porto de abrigo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-8000903291455872776?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8000903291455872776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=8000903291455872776' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/8000903291455872776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/8000903291455872776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-vezes-no-te-consigo-dar-o-devido.html' title='Mostras-me a vida. . .'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuHqZWmRMSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4WXyEtlUZBk/s72-c/ta0zouCQDXWB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-7369032384730102446</id><published>2007-09-06T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:39:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuACuGmRMRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BrJSsUBkfBs/s1600-h/Maos-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107084968506503442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuACuGmRMRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BrJSsUBkfBs/s320/Maos-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Existem ligações que ninguém consegue destruír. Sentimentos que nem os mais fortes conseguem derrubar. Palavras que nem uma borracha consegue apagar. . . Fica comigo !&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/5384917182561220568-7369032384730102446?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7369032384730102446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=7369032384730102446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7369032384730102446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7369032384730102446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/09/existem-ligaes-que-ningum-consegue.html' title=''/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RuACuGmRMRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BrJSsUBkfBs/s72-c/Maos-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-7872077466120410187</id><published>2007-08-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:53:34.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada do desajeitado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RtcffWmRMPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8a7l1RqweIc/s1600-h/renata-beatriz-muller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104583326150242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RtcffWmRMPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8a7l1RqweIc/s320/renata-beatriz-muller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Eu não sei o que é que te hei-de dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem te sei inventar frases bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Mas aprendi uma ontem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só que já me esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então olha gosto muito de ti ! "&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/5384917182561220568-7872077466120410187?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7872077466120410187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=7872077466120410187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7872077466120410187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7872077466120410187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/balada-do-desajeitado.html' title='Balada do desajeitado'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RtcffWmRMPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8a7l1RqweIc/s72-c/renata-beatriz-muller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-4176693149570932098</id><published>2007-08-14T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:53:23.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessidade*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsIF2TCYglI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K5Hq0DUBnHk/s1600-h/33505635_9757711a69_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098644158518166098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsIF2TCYglI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K5Hq0DUBnHk/s320/33505635_9757711a69_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A flor necessita da sua água para ficar mais bonita. . . para se alimentar e para sobreviver ! Nem que seja um simples copo com uma mera quantidade de água, ela necessita disso. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu também preciso desse copo com água. . . Preciso da tua transparência e da tua frescura para me sentir bem, para me sentir bonita e feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma necessidade única de ti ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-4176693149570932098?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4176693149570932098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=4176693149570932098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/4176693149570932098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/4176693149570932098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/necessidade.html' title='Necessidade*'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsIF2TCYglI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K5Hq0DUBnHk/s72-c/33505635_9757711a69_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-4082259211711417739</id><published>2007-08-13T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:56:46.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsBiDjCYgkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fe8O6nS0uac/s1600-h/caminho-de-pincel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098182591267766850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsBiDjCYgkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fe8O6nS0uac/s320/caminho-de-pincel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Está na hora de traçar o caminho, de traçar o meu próprio destino. . . De pegar num bom pincel e começar a minha grande obra de arte !&lt;br /&gt;Pintar o meu caminho e começar a percorre-lo, lés a lés, sem nunca desistir. Caminhar até não aguentar mais. . . Das flores que encontrar no caminho, quero recordá-las. Das pedras em que tropeçar, quero fazer delas degraus para me elevar. Quando o sol brilhar, vou caminhar ainda mais. . . quando as nuvens pairarem no céu, quero ficar paráda mas nunca desistir do meu destinho !&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/5384917182561220568-4082259211711417739?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4082259211711417739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=4082259211711417739' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/4082259211711417739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/4082259211711417739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/est-na-hora-de-traar-o-caminho-de-traar.html' title='Destino.'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsBiDjCYgkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fe8O6nS0uac/s72-c/caminho-de-pincel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-1457767203614909385</id><published>2007-08-12T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:34:07.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsIIazCYgmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ang8oNfZpaw/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098646984606646882" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsIIazCYgmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ang8oNfZpaw/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje quando acordei, juro que te senti ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-te enquanto dormias, dei-te um beijo e tu olhaste para mim e sorriste. Eu sorri, de volta. Abraçaste-me, puseste a cabeça no meu peito, envolveste-me, e voltaste a fechar os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;E naquele bocadinho eu percebi que é tão fácil ser-se feliz !!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Fechei os olhos e fiquei contigo, até ao próximo sorriso, até à próxima palavra, até nos voltarmos a encontrar. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-1457767203614909385?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1457767203614909385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=1457767203614909385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1457767203614909385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1457767203614909385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-momento.html' title='Um momento...'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RsIIazCYgmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ang8oNfZpaw/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-654877546983974329</id><published>2007-08-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:28:49.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu nome. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RrzgFzCYgiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wrxvg7sDpeM/s1600-h/82560835_4de6e69ac8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097195268480729634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RrzgFzCYgiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wrxvg7sDpeM/s320/82560835_4de6e69ac8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do hebraico "Rahel" - Cordeiro de Deus / Calma como uma ovelha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raquel possui um temperamento profundamento feminino. É muito generosa, mas é também muito exigente, tanto com os outros como consigo própria. A sua beleza não é nada, perto do seu encanto e sedução. Raquel é muito selectiva nas suas amizades, tornando-se por vezes um pouco exigente de mais. Tem momentos de uma ingenuidade desarmante, e outros de uma seriedade surpreendente. Vai construindo a sua vida social e profissional de forma irregular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5384917182561220568-654877546983974329?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/654877546983974329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=654877546983974329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/654877546983974329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/654877546983974329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-meu-nome.html' title='O meu nome. . .'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RrzgFzCYgiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wrxvg7sDpeM/s72-c/82560835_4de6e69ac8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-87122748748853506</id><published>2007-08-10T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:22:42.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dás-me a tua mão ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grito.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/benetton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://grito.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/benetton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dás-me a tua mão ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não precisa ser da cor da minha, nem do tamanho da minha, nem tão forte como a minha. . . precisa é de ser dada com carinho e muita força interior !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só preciso desse gesto, para me sentir segura ao teu lado. . . para te sentires seguro ao meu lado. Eu dou-te a minha com todo o amor, e tu dás-me a tua ? Juras ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como é bom sentir a tua pele !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-87122748748853506?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/87122748748853506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=87122748748853506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/87122748748853506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/87122748748853506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/ds-me-tua-mo.html' title='Dás-me a tua mão ?'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-7226149500798021849</id><published>2007-08-08T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:10:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RrmO8jCYggI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cKXzoSzBjbs/s1600-h/1000imagensw-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096261624194957826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RrmO8jCYggI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cKXzoSzBjbs/s320/1000imagensw-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O AMOR. . . &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aquele sentimento que une os seres humanos de tal modo que duas pessoas acabam por se tornar apenas numa (ou pelo menos, assim deveria ser). O sentimento que nos faz dar o melhor de nós à pessoa que está ao nosso lado, o sentimento que nos faz sonhar bem alto e atingir metas que sozinhos nunca conseguiriamos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dar a mão, olhar olhos nos olhos, sorrir, beijar, abraçar, acarinhar. . . tudo gestos tão simples, momentos tã únicos que nos fazem sentir amados ! O amor é tão simples, mas por vezes tão complicado, no entanto, cabe a cada um de nós alimentar esse sentimento, fazer dele a nossa luz de viver, o nosso alimento, uma das nossas razões de existência, e é aí que o amor se torna tão simples e tão mágico. . . !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-7226149500798021849?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7226149500798021849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=7226149500798021849' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7226149500798021849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/7226149500798021849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-amor.html' title='O amor !'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/RrmO8jCYggI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cKXzoSzBjbs/s72-c/1000imagensw-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-6223689796608470526</id><published>2007-08-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:10:04.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal - uma lágrima solitária no tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulgar.no-ip.info/downloads/snimki/wall/Architectural%20Wonder,%20Taj%20Mahal,%20India.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bulgar.no-ip.info/downloads/snimki/wall/Architectural%20Wonder,%20Taj%20Mahal,%20India.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taj Mahal é uma variação curta de Mumtaz Mahal, o nome da rainha. "Taj" é de origem Persa, que significa Coroa. "Mahal" é arábico e significa lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem dúvida alguma que foi das minhas maravilhas preferidas e ainda bem que ficou entre as sete! Não só pelo seu aspecto exterior e a sua grandiosidade, mas também pela história de amor que lhe está subjacente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em traços largos, um príncipe terá conhecido uma bela senhora e acabaram por se casar, depois de cinco anos sem se verem. Durante o parto do 14º filho, Mumtaz Mahal (a coroada rainha) morreu e o rei ficou bastante desgostoso. Então, ordenou que se fizesse um monumento nunca visto para que ninguém se esquecesse dela, e assim foi. Consta-se que o rei também queria construir o seu próprio mausuléu, que seria ligado ao da sua rainha por uma ponte de ouro, no entanto, não passou de mero desejo e ele acabou por ser sepultado ao lado da sua esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E isto tudo... há quase quatro séculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O amor é lindoo =) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-6223689796608470526?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6223689796608470526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=6223689796608470526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/6223689796608470526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/6223689796608470526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/taj-mahal-uma-lgrima-solitria-no-tempo.html' title='Taj Mahal - uma lágrima solitária no tempo.'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-1102601604479680144</id><published>2007-08-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:11:30.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frágil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forte'/><title type='text'>O abraço dos amigos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/Rrhi4zCYgdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f17APV9ZsRY/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095931706282115538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/Rrhi4zCYgdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f17APV9ZsRY/s320/caminho.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por vezes sentimo-nos assim, com vontade de apenas receber um abraço. Nem são necessárias mais palavras, basta o gesto por si só para nos sentirmos melhor.&lt;br /&gt;E são nos momentos difíceis que percebemos o quão fortes ou quão frágeis somos. . . São os momentos de angústia e solidão que testam a nossa personalidade. De vez em quando, vamos caír e levantar novamente para continuar em frente. Outras, iremos caír e não nos conseguiremos levantar. E será aí que vamos dar valor aos nossos amigos. . . que nos abraçam, que nos levantam, que nos ajudam e que vão na estrada ao nosso lado, percorrendo todos os sorrisos e todas as lágrimas. Não o fazem na nossa vez, mas dão-nos a mão para que encaremos o inevitável !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-1102601604479680144?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1102601604479680144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=1102601604479680144' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1102601604479680144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/1102601604479680144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/08/por-vezes-sentimo-nos-assim-com-vontade.html' title='O abraço dos amigos.'/><author><name>big-girlsdontcry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180567970352463717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos.hi5.com/0002/699/716/7.AEhP699716-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTpGj5lLqSs/Rrhi4zCYgdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f17APV9ZsRY/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5384917182561220568.post-3588965869641749746</id><published>2007-07-25T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:42:32.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A música. . . (=*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZnWxzFMCHg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZnWxzFMCHg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é mesmo assim. . . Grandes raparigas não choram! =)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5384917182561220568-3588965869641749746?l=big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3588965869641749746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5384917182561220568&amp;postID=3588965869641749746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/3588965869641749746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5384917182561220568/posts/default/3588965869641749746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://big-girlsdontcry.blogspot.com/2007/07/msica.html' title='A música. . . 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