<?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-5542697018697215655</id><updated>2011-12-04T21:03:20.647Z</updated><title type='text'>ideiasoltas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4612458154987872733</id><published>2011-05-15T20:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:32:28.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas sem rumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADt2T5GJgxQ/TdAlzfN8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/N9AW2GgUXLY/s1600/rosa%2Bdos%2Bventos....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADt2T5GJgxQ/TdAlzfN8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/N9AW2GgUXLY/s320/rosa%2Bdos%2Bventos....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607023102559806786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não chega sabermos para que lado fica o norte ou o sul para nos orientarmos,há que encontrar muitas vezes outros pontos de referência e dar uma latitude diferente à nossa vida.Abrir espaço para novas etapas,alcançar novos horizontes,tudo tem um ponto de partida e o que é preciso para avançarmos à procura da caminhada certa é termos objectivos definidos,lutar e acima de tudo querer.&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem muito para dar se a soubermos viver e se acharmos um rumo,pois há para todos nós um porto seguro onde podemos atracar,não podemos andar à deriva para todo o sempre,chega um momento em que temos mesmo de tomar decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que por vezes é difícil recomeçarmos,mas mais chato  é ouvirmos estas pessoas lamentarem-se mas não fazem nada para que alguma coisa mude.Pois devemos gozar a vida na plenitude e não deixar que seja a vida a gozar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;O mais complicado ainda é quando homens feitos(digo eu ou serão apenas amostras do que são verdadeiros homens?) não tomam o rumo certo,vivem cheios de incertezas,fazem da vida cada encruzilhada que até mete medo,fazem sofrer as pessoas,mas ainda assim são grandes gajos de se acharem lá no alto do pedestal-&lt;br /&gt;Já que não se conseguem encontrar,será que se lhes oferecemos uma bússola dará algum resultado???Ouserá que realmente já são pessoas perdidas por Natureza?&lt;br /&gt;Era juntar meia dúzia de amostras que eu cá conheço e manda-los de novo para a creche,acredito que seria bom para eles.&lt;br /&gt;E não acabou porque amanhã há mais&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/5542697018697215655-4612458154987872733?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4612458154987872733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4612458154987872733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4612458154987872733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4612458154987872733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2011/05/pessoas-sem-rumo.html' title='Pessoas sem rumo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADt2T5GJgxQ/TdAlzfN8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/N9AW2GgUXLY/s72-c/rosa%2Bdos%2Bventos....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8103583332034777237</id><published>2011-03-28T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:11:58.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovKI67K9CWE/TZEE5Dv8vKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1bjltsgEG7k/s1600/Lagrimas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovKI67K9CWE/TZEE5Dv8vKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1bjltsgEG7k/s320/Lagrimas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589253990848969890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lá está ela de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teimosa quer sair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parece um jogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu não quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas tu,queres cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;és fruto do desespero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vai,não vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rola,enrola,desenrola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angústia não me atrai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coragem que esfola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pedaço de dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;significado de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teimosa que és &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mistura explosiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por vezes cais me aos pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fazes parte de uma roda viva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;És pedaço de todos nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas não te quero sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;preciso de uns momentos a sós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem que me venhas desiludir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-me!Não me importunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;até das memorias tens ciúmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apareces sem pedir licença,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;és uma peça errada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas por vezes a mais certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Constante presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por vezes mal tratada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estás sempre alerta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rola,enrola,desenrola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas,hoje não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não teimes em cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pelo menos desta vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8103583332034777237?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8103583332034777237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8103583332034777237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8103583332034777237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8103583332034777237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2011/03/lagrima.html' title='Lágrima'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ovKI67K9CWE/TZEE5Dv8vKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1bjltsgEG7k/s72-c/Lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2174936528807576343</id><published>2011-02-18T00:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:49:10.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Amizade verdadeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19YbjYhdrhI/TV2_PtNXQyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/a_znxEYZxaY/s1600/dia%2Binternacional%2Bda%2Bamizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19YbjYhdrhI/TV2_PtNXQyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/a_znxEYZxaY/s320/dia%2Binternacional%2Bda%2Bamizade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574822190309131042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque há os que se dizem ser amigos,mas eu não digo sou mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamais poderia deixar a minha amiga na mão,ainda por cima depois de tudo o que tem passado nestes últimos dias,quem me conhece sabe como eu sou,nua e crua,ao mesmo tempo humilde e gentil, mas sempre na intenção de ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos disseram ser teus amigos mas na hora da verdade,quem te manteve sempre informada fui eu,ninguém teve tudo no sitio ou coragem para te ligar,mas eu tive e assim vou continuar a faze lo porque és minha amiga e sempre serás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admiro te muito e estarei sempre aqui "R"para o que der e vier,em toda e qualquer uma situação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca abandonei ninguém e muito menos a ti que já fizeste tanto por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabes que não sou de muitas palavras mas mais de actos,mas desta vez te digo,gosto muito de ti minha amiga,um abraço,um desabafo,uma saida,um copo basta apenas dizeres estarei sempre lá......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2174936528807576343?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2174936528807576343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2174936528807576343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2174936528807576343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2174936528807576343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2011/02/amizade-verdadeira.html' title='Amizade verdadeira'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19YbjYhdrhI/TV2_PtNXQyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/a_znxEYZxaY/s72-c/dia%2Binternacional%2Bda%2Bamizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4704275616783350901</id><published>2011-01-16T22:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:09:38.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidariedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TTNuSD3X_kI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f0vlpMmGlyM/s1600/solidariedade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TTNuSD3X_kI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f0vlpMmGlyM/s320/solidariedade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562911221286960706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por vezes bastavam pequenos gestos para que podessemos viver num mundo melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos os dias ouço as pessoas a queixarem se da vida,de como as coisas estão,mas verdade seja dita que também não as vejo mexer uma palha para que as coisas mudem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu cá quando vejo que algo está mal,vou à luta e tento melhorar as coisas.Mas,à pobreza que eu vejo á minha volta sinto me uma pessoa lisonjeada,pois tenho um tecto,família,comida,roupa,trabalho,no final de contas eu sou uma sortuda.E por isso mesmo tento sempre ajudar quem necessita mais do que eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho andado a recolher roupa,alimentos,fraldas,electrodomésticos entre outras coisas e distribuo por quem mais precisa,sem abrigo,famílias mais carenciadas e uma instituição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não custa nada ajudar e quando vemos aquelas pessoas a mostrar nos o seu sorriso,outras vezes emocionados choram e a felicidade por terem alguém que converse com eles um pouco é muito gratificante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembrem se não deitem nada fora,pois o que não é útil agora para vocês,pode trazer muitos sorrisos a pessoas mais necessitadas do que nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ajudar não custa e se todos o fizermos,podemos contribuir para um mundo diferente e com alegria,eles agradecem e eu também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não se esqueçam sejam muito felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-4704275616783350901?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4704275616783350901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4704275616783350901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4704275616783350901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4704275616783350901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2011/01/solidariedade.html' title='Solidariedade'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TTNuSD3X_kI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f0vlpMmGlyM/s72-c/solidariedade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2552313393722528448</id><published>2011-01-02T20:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:26:56.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou como sou e não mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TSDk9ztTS_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/LkmefYzZz64/s1600/895945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TSDk9ztTS_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/LkmefYzZz64/s320/895945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557693690678561778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este ano que passou foi um dos mais complicados para mim em 26 anos de existência.Teve muita coisa má,mas também teve as suas coisas boas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Começando pelas más,batalhei muito durante meses felizmente consegui obter resultados e tudo está a voltar a normalidade,não foi fácil,mas quem luta afincadamente e com fé sabe como eu que jamais deixaremos uma derrota tomar conta de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falando de coisas boas,conheci pessoas fantásticas,poucas é certo mas as suficientes para criar laços de amizade incontestáveis,os que já eram meus amigos continuam a sê lo cada vez mais(falo dos verdadeiros mesmo)pois os outros que diziam sê lo,mas que ao saberem alguns a partes da minha vida não hesitaram em  ir se,pois bem não os condeno e mesmo assim não lhes desejo mal nenhum,pois não sou assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas,uma coisa que sempre fui e continuarei a ser é humilde,e se um dia eles precisarem de mim eu não lhes vou virar as costas como me fizeram,pois ai está a maior chapada sem mão que se pode dar a qualquer ser humano,ajuda los,quando estes nem sequer tiveram tempo para nos ouvir e quiseram tomar partido das suas próprias ilações,sem ver que acima de tudo era um ser humano que ali estava,independentemente do que quer que fosse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi um ano de revelações,apenas para quem o merecia saber.Muita coisa mudou,ou continuou na mesma,depende dos pontos de vista,pois não é uma simples afirmação,que vai mudar o que quer que seja na pessoa em si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A todos os meus amigos verdadeiros um obrigada de coração pelo carinho,pela força e acima de tudo pela dedicação e por não terem deixado de ser o que são,pois vocês sim são os meus anjos na terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como costumo dizer"Poderia morrer,se morressem todos os meus amores,mas morreria se morressem todos os meus amigos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um bem haja e sejam todos muito felizes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2552313393722528448?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2552313393722528448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2552313393722528448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2552313393722528448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2552313393722528448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-como-sou-e-nao-mudo.html' title='Sou como sou e não mudo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TSDk9ztTS_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/LkmefYzZz64/s72-c/895945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5959834971107880475</id><published>2011-01-02T20:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:32:16.192Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TSDgHZ0RYcI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Nqr8wef5g2Y/s1600/Tornado%2Bdo%2BAmor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TSDgHZ0RYcI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Nqr8wef5g2Y/s320/Tornado%2Bdo%2BAmor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557688357969027522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que neste novo ano,a vossa vida seja um tornado de felicidade,amor,paz,tranquilidade e acima de tudo com amizades muito sinceras e verdadeiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5959834971107880475?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5959834971107880475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5959834971107880475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5959834971107880475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5959834971107880475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2011/01/novo-ano.html' title='Novo ano'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TSDgHZ0RYcI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Nqr8wef5g2Y/s72-c/Tornado%2Bdo%2BAmor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4631909244514678367</id><published>2010-12-19T21:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:41:39.462Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TQ59p2z2l_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/9f3Im8UzMKs/s1600/anjo%2Bda%2BNOITE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TQ59p2z2l_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/9f3Im8UzMKs/s320/anjo%2Bda%2BNOITE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552513548635510770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixei aqui o cantinho a ganhar teias de aranha,mas agora cá estou eu de volta ao activo pois já tenho saudades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estamos nós a poucos dias do Natal e do final do ano,e numa introspecção a este ano que está acabar muita coisa boa,muita coisa má.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas,além de todo o ano sentirmos,é nestas alturas que ainda mais sentimos saudades daqueles que já se foram,porque é uma festa de familia e sentimos falta daquela ou daquelas presenças,são aqueles/as que estarão sempre no nosso coração,para nós nunca morrerão terão sempre um lugar cativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora falando de coisas mais alegres,consegui o que mais desejava este ano. Foi uma luta imensa mas nunca perdi a esperança e a fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiz novas amizades,fortaleci ainda mais as que tinha e posso dizer jamais trocaria os meus amigos pelo que quer que seja,pois como costumo dizer"poderia morrer se morressem todos os meus amores,mas morreria se morressem todos os meus amigos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há aqueles que realmente são amigos e há aqueles que também quando precisam estão lá e esperam que nós também estejamos,mas depois desaparecem e deixam de falar connosco,coisa que realmente me deixa bastante triste,ver que muitas pessoas agem por interesse,mas é assim a vida e nem todas as pessoas tem o discernimento de agir de boa fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sejam sempre muito felizes;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-4631909244514678367?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4631909244514678367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4631909244514678367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4631909244514678367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4631909244514678367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/12/deixei-aqui-o-cantinho-ganhar-teias-de.html' title=''/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TQ59p2z2l_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/9f3Im8UzMKs/s72-c/anjo%2Bda%2BNOITE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1268466337182302123</id><published>2010-12-08T01:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:01:44.891Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TP7k_3zJm2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/ar6YD_fRW9Y/s1600/P1040723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TP7k_3zJm2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/ar6YD_fRW9Y/s320/P1040723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548123576928410466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já há muito tempo que não andava por estes lados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por vezes a vida prega cada rasteira que nem sabemos como levantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje levei uma grande bofetada sem mão,mas não me importa,pois é assim que aprendemos pena que seja da pior maneira,mas faz nos crescer,evoluir como seres humanos,querer seguir longe e ir mais além. Sejam felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1268466337182302123?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1268466337182302123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1268466337182302123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1268466337182302123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1268466337182302123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/12/ja-ha-muito-tempo-que-nao-andava-por.html' title=''/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TP7k_3zJm2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/ar6YD_fRW9Y/s72-c/P1040723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5934127011950754329</id><published>2010-08-03T00:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:57:35.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TFdam8UhLOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JjvTI6wAPww/s1600/felicidade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500965094930066658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TFdam8UhLOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JjvTI6wAPww/s320/felicidade%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveise esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis. Já fiz coisas por impulso,já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar, mas também decepcionei alguém. Já abracei pra proteger,já dei risada quando não podia,fiz amigos eternos,amei e fui amado,mas também já fui rejeitado,fui amado e não amei. Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,"quebrei a cara muitas vezes"! Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,já liguei só para escutar uma voz,me apaixonei por um sorriso,já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudadee tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo). Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!Não passo pela vida…E você também não deveria passar! Viva!Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,abraçar a vida com paixão,perder com classee vencer com ousadia,porque o mundo pertence a quem se atrevee a vida é "muito" pra ser insignificante.Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveise esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis. Já fiz coisas por impulso,já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar, mas também decepcionei alguém. Já abracei pra proteger,já dei risada quando não podia,fiz amigos eternos,amei e fui amado,mas também já fui rejeitado,fui amado e não amei. Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,"quebrei a cara muitas vezes"! Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,já liguei só para escutar uma voz,me apaixonei por um sorriso,já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudadee tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo). Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!Não passo pela vida…E você também não deveria passar! Viva!Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,abraçar a vida com paixão,perder com classee vencer com ousadia,porque o mundo pertence a quem se atrevee a vida é "muito" pra ser insignificante."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5934127011950754329?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5934127011950754329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5934127011950754329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5934127011950754329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5934127011950754329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-vida.html' title='É a vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TFdam8UhLOI/AAAAAAAAAxY/JjvTI6wAPww/s72-c/felicidade%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2046021956019972980</id><published>2010-07-21T22:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:29:39.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TEdmVI7-YZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fhBfcApbwfg/s1600/sol%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496474383591301522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TEdmVI7-YZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fhBfcApbwfg/s320/sol%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã um novo dia e espero que o sol cada vez brilhe mais...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2046021956019972980?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2046021956019972980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2046021956019972980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2046021956019972980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2046021956019972980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TEdmVI7-YZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fhBfcApbwfg/s72-c/sol%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8396017670942363460</id><published>2010-06-28T00:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:34:59.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens Parabens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TCfeQ1bctzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/daf_OdeP8oE/s1600/Parab%C3%A9ns%2BVeruska%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487599051775719218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TCfeQ1bctzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/daf_OdeP8oE/s320/Parab%C3%A9ns%2BVeruska%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parabens ao meu pai que fez anos ontem (27 junho),poderia estar aqui a dizer 1001 coisas,mas acho que basta dizer te que és o melhor pai e ser humano do universo,espero continuar aqui a festejar os teus anos durante uma infinidade de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E Parabens agora a menina(eu) que faz anos hoje,e a minha mãe tambem que há 26 anos atrás estava perto de dar a luz a sua "menina"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada a voces meus pais,são os maiores,os melhores;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8396017670942363460?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8396017670942363460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8396017670942363460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8396017670942363460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8396017670942363460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/06/parabens-parabens.html' title='Parabens Parabens'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TCfeQ1bctzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/daf_OdeP8oE/s72-c/Parab%C3%A9ns%2BVeruska%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7903319705286867201</id><published>2010-06-04T00:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:53:20.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TAg-ooa9xKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6lLJbrr70-w/s1600/P1040869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478697814462416034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TAg-ooa9xKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6lLJbrr70-w/s320/P1040869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este anjo desde que me foi entregue em mãos nunca mais saiu do meu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que é certo é que hoje,o meu primeiro dia de praia,ele estava lá comigo e ficou bem marcadinho como podem ver;)&lt;br /&gt;Este anjo diz me e significa muito para mim,porque quem mo deu é uma pessoa que eu adoro,e a quem eu considero um anjo,foi das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida e estará para sempre,onde este anjo deixou uma marca,no meu peito&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/5542697018697215655-7903319705286867201?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7903319705286867201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7903319705286867201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7903319705286867201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7903319705286867201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-meu-anjo.html' title='O meu anjo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TAg-ooa9xKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6lLJbrr70-w/s72-c/P1040869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6185624308098129005</id><published>2010-05-31T00:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:08:42.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TAL7zXXsoWI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cUCtA56G8xI/s1600/liberta%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477216956701253986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TAL7zXXsoWI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cUCtA56G8xI/s320/liberta%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há certas coisas,que dizemos,fazemos,ou agimos sem pensar,que no dia em que pararmos e reflectirmos,talvez ai já seja tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais vou pensar duas vezes,o que tiver de ser,é&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais vou deixar para amanhã o que posso fazer hoje&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais vou abdicar do que quer que seja em prol de quem não merece&lt;br /&gt;NUnca mais,não vou dizer nunca mais a tudo,mas muita coisa nunca mais voltará a ser o que era,e o que continuar a ser tambem vai ter de mudar.&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/5542697018697215655-6185624308098129005?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6185624308098129005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6185624308098129005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6185624308098129005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6185624308098129005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/05/nunca-mais.html' title='Nunca mais'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TAL7zXXsoWI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cUCtA56G8xI/s72-c/liberta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6127915364085249731</id><published>2010-05-28T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:23:49.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TABQBRcRCqI/AAAAAAAAAww/iZ65dt44CSk/s1600/Amor-distante%2Be%2Bt%C3%A3o%2Bpr%C3%B3ximo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476465129674574498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TABQBRcRCqI/AAAAAAAAAww/iZ65dt44CSk/s320/Amor-distante%2Be%2Bt%C3%A3o%2Bpr%C3%B3ximo%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TABH_IcV6wI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_GXUS2vPgbg/s1600/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476456296806214402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TABH_IcV6wI/AAAAAAAAAwo/_GXUS2vPgbg/s320/rio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não vale a pena fazer planos,pois parece que nos ultimos anos o inesperado acaba por correr melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tracei planos, foi tudo por água abaixo,mas há que mantermo nos firmes e continuar desistir é que não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As coisas não tem corrido lá muito bem e ontem 1 noticia muito desagradavel,mas a vida tem de continuar e eu sei que vais ter força para ultrapassar mais esta etapa.A vida tem te pregado algumas rasteiras ultimamente,mas tu és forte e corajoso,não tivesses sido tu a ensinar me a ser assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meio da desilusão,houve uma luz que se acendeu,fraquinha é certo,mas que pelo menos já deu para poder alimentar um sonho que esta estava adormecido há uns tempos,e os pensamentos já não param desde então,é desta vai ter de ser e sei que quando concretizar este sonho,vou ser a pessoa mais realizada na terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desta vez,vou em frente de para onde der o meu sonho vai continuar,sei que vai demorar e que vou ter de me empenhar e "esfarrapar me",mas vai valer a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois os sonhos são como rios que correm,por vezem até podem parecer adormecidos,mas acabam sempre por voltar,ao seu ritmo e por vezes até com mais força na sua corrente,levando tudo para chegar ao seu destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eles andam por ai em todo o lado e vamos sonhando enquanto ao menos isso não paga imposto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Façam me o favor de serem felizes&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/5542697018697215655-6127915364085249731?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6127915364085249731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6127915364085249731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6127915364085249731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6127915364085249731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/05/em-frente.html' title='Em Frente'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/TABQBRcRCqI/AAAAAAAAAww/iZ65dt44CSk/s72-c/Amor-distante%2Be%2Bt%C3%A3o%2Bpr%C3%B3ximo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6734584564682639453</id><published>2010-05-09T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:09:46.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S-ckH83YLII/AAAAAAAAAwg/4T269qoJTpk/s1600/slb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469379991480839298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S-ckH83YLII/AAAAAAAAAwg/4T269qoJTpk/s320/slb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sofrido até ao ultimo minuto,mas o importante é que somos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CAMPEÕESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BENFICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6734584564682639453?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6734584564682639453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6734584564682639453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6734584564682639453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6734584564682639453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/05/festa.html' title='Festa'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S-ckH83YLII/AAAAAAAAAwg/4T269qoJTpk/s72-c/slb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-9002263982188809019</id><published>2010-04-03T03:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:31:05.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagem na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S7algx527lI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-Alkkb9du60/s1600/2327264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455729981176344146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S7algx527lI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-Alkkb9du60/s320/2327264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O nosso maior erro é pensar que a vida passa sobre nós,quando no entanto somos nós que passamos sobre ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas vezes ficamos parados ou sentados a espera que as coisas aconteçam,mas elas não acontecem,temos de ser nós a fazer com que tudo se trensforme,ficar parada não é o melhor remedio ou solução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devemos fazer tudo o que nos vai na alma,claro sem prejudicarmos o proximo ou quem quer que seja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No entanto nunca devemos de deixar por dizer que gostamos muito dos nossos ente queridos,que amamos aquela pessoa que nos faz bater o coração 1000 vezes a hora,que estamos aqui pertissimo quando precisam,que temos um ombro,um sorriso,um tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não precisaremos dizer isto a ninguem quando somos leais e verdadeiros,pois quem precisa de nós saberá que se formos sinceros estaremos lá em qualquer altura da sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Façam por serem felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-9002263982188809019?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/9002263982188809019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=9002263982188809019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/9002263982188809019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/9002263982188809019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/04/passagem-na-vida.html' title='Passagem na vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S7algx527lI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-Alkkb9du60/s72-c/2327264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2610353839543203970</id><published>2010-02-16T03:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T03:37:40.095Z</updated><title type='text'>beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S3oNje5xABI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/323jXTFPGfM/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;Ausente durante algum tempo,mas cá estou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Pormenores não os conto,mas,hoje o meu sorriso voltou aparecer,e ficou em mim esta vontade de querer continuar a sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438674403245228050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S3oNje5xABI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/323jXTFPGfM/s320/smile.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aprender a reagir,a ultrapassar obstaculos,lutar e obter resultados é fantastico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S3oNcXm5zoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/l5WRRChvB1g/s1600-h/liberdade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438674281027980930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S3oNcXm5zoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/l5WRRChvB1g/s320/liberdade%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aprendi,mudei o que precisava mudar e sinto me muito bem comigo mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Como um cavalo desenfreado,sem redeas nem norte,vai onde o vento te levar e ai abre o teu coração.Todas as formas de controlar alguem só trazem um amor vazio.Por isso o amor tem de ser livre,como são livres as crinas dos cavalos quando correm pelos montes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2610353839543203970?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2610353839543203970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2610353839543203970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2610353839543203970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2610353839543203970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-day.html' title='beautiful day'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S3oNje5xABI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/323jXTFPGfM/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5033407332012823868</id><published>2010-01-10T22:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:49:04.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Livro da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S0pVWQxiWNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/U06ZAzOJHj8/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425242542069405906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S0pVWQxiWNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/U06ZAzOJHj8/s320/livro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada um vai fazendo o livro da sua vida,em que todos os dias temos algo a acrescentar as paginas que vamos virando.Umas paginas ficam viradas completamente,sem nunca termos necessidade de lá voltar outra vez,outras porém,precisam de ser revistas,e de se ir acrescentado algo mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada entrelinha que acrescentamos,serve para revermos erros,coisas mal arrumadas,e outras paginas temos que nunca as conseguimos virar completamente,serão sempre aquelas que todos os dias iremos rever,sem nunca compreendermos certos erros,certas atitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas,outras paginas há que por muito que lá tentemos escrever uma linha ficarão para sempre em branco,jamais conseguiremos,por lá uma unica letra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o livro da vida,o livro do destino,que se vai escrevendo a cada dia que vamos passando por aqui,com erros,sem eles o que é certo é que um dia ele terá a sua historia e o seu fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5033407332012823868?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5033407332012823868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5033407332012823868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5033407332012823868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5033407332012823868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/01/livro-da-vida.html' title='Livro da vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/S0pVWQxiWNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/U06ZAzOJHj8/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5741111103696750653</id><published>2010-01-03T00:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:57:22.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sz_ibxS1prI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GymDZBmWlq0/s1600-h/CASAL-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422301443094062770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sz_ibxS1prI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GymDZBmWlq0/s320/CASAL-1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" É o pecado que cai sobre nós humanos,cabe-nos a nós ignora la,vence la,ou ser dominada por ela "&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/5542697018697215655-5741111103696750653?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5741111103696750653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5741111103696750653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5741111103696750653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5741111103696750653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sz_ibxS1prI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GymDZBmWlq0/s72-c/CASAL-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8741706718763453124</id><published>2009-12-23T23:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:35:57.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SzKpGXn8H7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/_1kNGawsuDI/s1600-h/Santa_Claus%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418579228565970866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SzKpGXn8H7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/_1kNGawsuDI/s320/Santa_Claus%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Claro que não podia passar sem desejar um feliz natal a todos voces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos e abracinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8741706718763453124?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8741706718763453124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8741706718763453124&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-320919165155694694</id><published>2009-11-27T00:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:56:15.637Z</updated><title type='text'>Descobre me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xlY5pv0EFI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xlY5pv0EFI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-320919165155694694?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/320919165155694694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=320919165155694694&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/320919165155694694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/320919165155694694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/11/descobre-me.html' title='Descobre me'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8303847822978675799</id><published>2009-11-16T01:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:23:03.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu voltasse atras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/BqGWsn5ZAe4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/BqGWsn5ZAe4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;talvez aprendesse e soubesse ser feliz .&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/wbmri2nxh9A&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/wbmri2nxh9A&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;talvez um dia quem sabe,o destino é imprevisivel,tal como o futuro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8303847822978675799?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8303847822978675799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8694961921528340556</id><published>2009-11-06T01:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:45:19.643Z</updated><title type='text'>LIfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/reuhRjgB6xg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/reuhRjgB6xg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwVRhBVsoXI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwVRhBVsoXI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some things,just being real,day after day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8694961921528340556?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8694961921528340556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8694961921528340556&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8694961921528340556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8694961921528340556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='LIfe'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6397993929509410448</id><published>2009-10-23T00:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:27:15.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens piasquinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SuDnoT7WPWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/bStr2d-haes/s1600-h/f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395567033319832930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SuDnoT7WPWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/bStr2d-haes/s320/f.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu piasquinhas faz hoje 8 aninhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Está a ficar um homem,nem damos conta do que eles crescem,apenas vamos vendo os anos a passar e quando damos por ela já estão homens feitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ti filhote o melhor do mundo,pois tambem és aquele filho que toda a gente desejaria ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És o melhor que pode haver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo beijo beijo,parabens parabens parabens da mãe que te ama mais que tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6397993929509410448?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6397993929509410448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6397993929509410448&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6397993929509410448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6397993929509410448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabens-piasquinhas.html' title='Parabens piasquinhas'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SuDnoT7WPWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/bStr2d-haes/s72-c/f.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3638313036139184398</id><published>2009-10-22T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:27:16.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/St-Yy3_JbnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0N5bLbFB4Q8/s1600-h/tunel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395198878402834034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/St-Yy3_JbnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0N5bLbFB4Q8/s320/tunel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/5542697018697215655-3638313036139184398?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/St-Yy3_JbnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0N5bLbFB4Q8/s72-c/tunel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7401091097272549108</id><published>2009-10-19T00:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:23:47.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias dificeis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Stui_g1LufI/AAAAAAAAAvI/TXw6W3YrLcQ/s1600-h/lagrima01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394084190734760434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Stui_g1LufI/AAAAAAAAAvI/TXw6W3YrLcQ/s320/lagrima01%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada por tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7401091097272549108?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7401091097272549108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7401091097272549108&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7401091097272549108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7401091097272549108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/10/dias-dificeis.html' title='Dias dificeis'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Stui_g1LufI/AAAAAAAAAvI/TXw6W3YrLcQ/s72-c/lagrima01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5631992573659782681</id><published>2009-10-15T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:15:33.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StZbNvO8LtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/qztf5yc_ddE/s1600-h/desespero.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392597895398305490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StZbNvO8LtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/qztf5yc_ddE/s320/desespero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não consigo fazer com que as palavras saiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5631992573659782681?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5631992573659782681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5631992573659782681&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-141565944801675610</id><published>2009-10-11T23:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:13:40.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StJYidd-i-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/6M9-7344AZQ/s1600-h/lagrimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391469052965063650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StJYidd-i-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/6M9-7344AZQ/s320/lagrimas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StJYdEiV6FI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Qu6j8Wpm_zs/s1600-h/help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391468960373139538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StJYdEiV6FI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Qu6j8Wpm_zs/s320/help.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5542697018697215655-141565944801675610?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/141565944801675610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=141565944801675610&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/141565944801675610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/141565944801675610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/StJYidd-i-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/6M9-7344AZQ/s72-c/lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3180992312677142519</id><published>2009-10-09T23:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:50:55.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipocrisia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Ss-4_rLF9pI/AAAAAAAAAug/VcTZaDHwtIE/s1600-h/rosa+e+boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730683046295186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Ss-4_rLF9pI/AAAAAAAAAug/VcTZaDHwtIE/s320/rosa+e+boca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Até onde pode chegar a hipocrisia das pessoas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não sei bem,e muito sinceramente nem quero saber,mas quando sentimos a hipocrisia das pessoas na pele que fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mim da me vontade de rir,há pessoas que ficam irritadas com tal atitude,a mim passa me ao lado,completamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desde que a gente tenha a consciencia tranquila,nada nos pode afectar,e ligar a essas pessoas,ou dar lhes uma contra resposta era dar lhes importancia a mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E acima de tudo sou uma pessoa tranquila demais para me chatear facilmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como diz a minha avozinha,que falem de mim,bem ou mal ao menos que falem,pois é sinal que sou muito importante;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos,abracinhos e um excelente fim de semana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-3180992312677142519?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3180992312677142519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3180992312677142519&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3180992312677142519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3180992312677142519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/10/hipocrisia.html' title='Hipocrisia'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Ss-4_rLF9pI/AAAAAAAAAug/VcTZaDHwtIE/s72-c/rosa+e+boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5182087974954005038</id><published>2009-09-25T00:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:23:00.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tudo tem de ser serio</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/RgEVN4sr5d4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/RgEVN4sr5d4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando gostamos realmente de fazer uma coisa,fazemo la com o maior sorriso do mundo.E, se a pudermos fazer com piada melhor ainda então:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5182087974954005038?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5182087974954005038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5182087974954005038&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5182087974954005038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5182087974954005038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/09/nem-tudo-tem-de-ser-serio.html' title='Nem tudo tem de ser serio'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6285405121737898514</id><published>2009-09-23T22:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:24:07.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SrqRA0q0MMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IHWo2HcGVAw/s1600-h/rafael.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384775747799101634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SrqRA0q0MMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IHWo2HcGVAw/s320/rafael.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ola a todos eu sou o Rafael,e conheci o mundo há pouco tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os meus papás estão felizes da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para voces tudo de bom.Parabens pelo menino lindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E para ti Rafael só me dá vontade de te pegar ao colo e não largar mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos para voces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6285405121737898514?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6285405121737898514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6285405121737898514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6285405121737898514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6285405121737898514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/09/rafael.html' title='Rafael'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SrqRA0q0MMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IHWo2HcGVAw/s72-c/rafael.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8592706529679281193</id><published>2009-09-15T00:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:54:22.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda existem boas pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sq7TVP3rZXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bINX66pzIHg/s1600-h/caos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381470966745097586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sq7TVP3rZXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bINX66pzIHg/s320/caos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há momentos na nossa vida,que não sabemos para que lado nos havemos de virar.Acho que acontece a uma boa parte de nós em certas circunstancias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há pessoas que nesta fase complicada da nossa vida nos apoiam,dão carinho e mostram realmente a amizade verdadeira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São uns seres humanos excelentes,como já se veem muito poucos hoje em dia,não pensam em tramar ninguem ,não pensam o que podem lucrar com isso,mas pensam sim na verdadeira amizade,e ajudam nos a não bater lá no fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ando a passar um mau bocado,mas muita gente adora ver nos na "mó" de baixo.Parece que a felicidade dessas pessoas depende da nossa infelicidade,mas porque tanta maldade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho gente muito boa no meu caminho,que me tem ajudado a ultrapassar tudo,e a essas pessoas um muito obrigada por tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A voces que sabem muito bem quem são,tudo de bom na vossa vida,e nunca me esquecerei do que tem feito por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda existem boas pessoas nesta vida,e eu sei que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E,no no meio disto tudo ainda existem seres humanos muito bons .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8592706529679281193?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8592706529679281193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8592706529679281193&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8592706529679281193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8592706529679281193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/09/ainda-existem-boas-pessoas.html' title='Ainda existem boas pessoas'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sq7TVP3rZXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/bINX66pzIHg/s72-c/caos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5973022677082450754</id><published>2009-09-07T02:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:39:57.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Sqe0Il3gWSs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Sqe0Il3gWSs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas em casa sinto que é o meu porto seguro e o unico sitio onde posso ancorar,independentemente,do tamanho do meu problema,nada melhor do que o nosso "ninho" para podermos derramar as lagrimas,com uma festa terna e amorosa na nossa cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será sempre onde seremos bem recebidos,por muito grande que a nossa asneira tenha sido.Há um raspanete sim,mas também há sempre uma palavra de incentivo,que nos faz continuar e ter força e coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5973022677082450754?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5973022677082450754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5973022677082450754&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5973022677082450754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5973022677082450754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8740211457419519026</id><published>2009-09-01T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:56:09.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sp2nt1kyiiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Rc3Ps0P6wvU/s1600-h/an+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376637936067578402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sp2nt1kyiiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Rc3Ps0P6wvU/s320/an+angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjo perdido,de asa estendida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem sono sem vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pronto a dar guarida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envolto nos ceus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acolhendo os meus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjo sem nome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;braços sem fome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;olhar desvairado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alma sem pecado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presa sem o ser  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada o vai valer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjo faminto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de um corpo real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no meio de um labirinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desejo infernal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asas de veludo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anjo mudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sereno e pacato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não importa seres branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não importa seres mulato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olho para o alem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e sinto que nunca estou só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois estas lá sempre tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu Anjo do bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R obrigada por tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8740211457419519026?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8740211457419519026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8740211457419519026&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8740211457419519026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8740211457419519026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/09/angel.html' title='An angel'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sp2nt1kyiiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Rc3Ps0P6wvU/s72-c/an+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1655456199750704056</id><published>2009-08-25T01:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:36:13.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>....????.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SpMsCgQvwhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GMl9UK4aAXA/s1600-h/rua%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373687201914667538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SpMsCgQvwhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GMl9UK4aAXA/s320/rua%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há coisas na vida que nos deixam fora de nós,nos deixam mesmo fulas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mudei para um trabalho novo e la continuo,acabei a formação e já estou no activo mesmo há uma semana.Faço chamadas para pessoas que já mendaram um pedido de rescisão com os nossos serviços e até ai tudo bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pior,é quando esses clientes ainda estão fidelizados com os nossos serviços ,e nós tentamos fazer tudo por tudo para resolvermos a situação,o mais que muito ingrato começarmos a ser insultados a meio de uma chamada sem termos culpa nenhuma,e diga se insultados mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois e hoje cá a menina passou se completamente,pois como diz o ditado quem não se sente não é filho de boa gente,e eu senti me mesmo acreditem,que direito da a um cliente de nos mandar para a .... que nos pariu e filho da ...... e porque a vossa familia isto e aquilo...e eu bati mal, comecei como desculpe lá pensa que está a falar com quem?Primeiro que tudo lave bem essa boca para falar o que quer que seja da minha familia, e a cliente continuou com insultos e eu já a espumar me de raiva dei um berro e tiraram me os fones e falaram com a cliente,ao qual não conseguiram nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas,afinal o que é que esta gente pensa que é a mais do que nós? Já sei só pode ser pensam que são mais ignorantes só pode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a melhor regra da nossa empresa(que só dá para rir)depois de sermos insultados de tudo e mais alguma coisa se o cliente nos desliga a chamada na cara somos obrigados a ligar novamente,digam me lá se isto não é uma tremenda palhaçada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem me podem lixar nas auditorias,que é não seguir os procedimentos,e sei que fico sem o premio,mas não me importo,porque pelo menos continuo com a minha dignidade,os meus principios e de cabeça erguida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ora bolas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1655456199750704056?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1655456199750704056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1655456199750704056&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1655456199750704056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1655456199750704056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='....????.....'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SpMsCgQvwhI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GMl9UK4aAXA/s72-c/rua%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6229376351199804937</id><published>2009-08-17T23:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:28:48.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SonXAKS6-0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/dIWzxiIfaOU/s1600-h/onde+o+sol+espreita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371060428379716418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SonXAKS6-0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/dIWzxiIfaOU/s320/onde+o+sol+espreita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nem tudo é facil quando se começa algo novo,mas o que importa é que tudo corre bem , por vezes as dificuldades são acrescidas,mas não vou desistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se costuma dizer estou de pedra e cal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este inicio tem exigido um pouco de mim dai a eu andar um pouco ausente,mas vou voltar com a força do costume, brevemente&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/5542697018697215655-6229376351199804937?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6229376351199804937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6229376351199804937&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6229376351199804937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6229376351199804937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/08/trabalho.html' title='Trabalho'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SonXAKS6-0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/dIWzxiIfaOU/s72-c/onde+o+sol+espreita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-807745668322012341</id><published>2009-08-05T23:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:39:22.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essencias-fm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366609858420301346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SnoHO5NAXiI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tcwxu15icvA/s320/tulipa%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e enorme abraço para um &lt;a href="http://www.essencias-fm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amigo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existem pessoas que passam na nossa vida e não deixam nada,outras passam e deixam tudo,outras simplesmente nunca passarão,ficarão para sempre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-807745668322012341?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/807745668322012341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=807745668322012341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/807745668322012341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/807745668322012341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-flor.html' title='Uma flor'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SnoHO5NAXiI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tcwxu15icvA/s72-c/tulipa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2775471492058990677</id><published>2009-07-29T01:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:00:42.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sm-bkUCqb2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/6050iOLKyOk/s1600-h/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363676729379024738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sm-bkUCqb2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/6050iOLKyOk/s320/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nossa vida é feita de escolhas,e durante esta semana precisei de ponderar muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje chegou a resposta pela qual ansiava,sinto me um pouco amedrontada,mas vou me esforçar ao maximo para tudo correr bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Segunda feira começa um novo ciclo na minha vida,torçam por mim e desejem me sorte,pois eu bem vou precisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na vida há que fazer escolhas e eu fiz a minha espero que seja a mais acertada.A ver vamos nos proximos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só espero que apesar das dificuldades me saia bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois é vou largar um trabalho onde estou há 4 anos para tentar algo de melhor,não sei como me sairei,mas sei que vou dar o meu melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos e abracinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2775471492058990677?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2775471492058990677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2775471492058990677&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2775471492058990677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2775471492058990677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/mudancas-na-vida.html' title='Mudanças na vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sm-bkUCqb2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/6050iOLKyOk/s72-c/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6316481787181617267</id><published>2009-07-26T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:17:21.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu ca estou.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Smub5QG_DNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/orM4dHtl7u8/s1600-h/holidays1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362551189193821394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Smub5QG_DNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/orM4dHtl7u8/s320/holidays1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cá a menina já está de ferias a uma semana e ainda tem outra semana de ferias pela frente que contentamento:)é pá mas elas passam tão depressa voam mesmo,isto é mesmo injusto,passamos 11meses a trabalhar e temos direito a 25 dias de ferias.Eu cá até já estou a ansear pelas proximas,mas quanto mais depressa elas chegam,mais depressa ficamos sem elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valha me ao menos tenho aproveitado para descansar(mesmo a serio),tenho posto a minha leitura em dia,alias eu acho que tenho,é devorado livros.Além disso tenho feito assim uns petiscos daqueles mesmo,mesmo bons de crescer agua na boca(pois é desconheciam mas eu sou optima na cozinha)gaba te cesta,e não podiam faltar as famosas claro sempre elas as loirinhas,bejequinhas como lhe queiram chamar,afinal estou de ferias e não ando a conduzir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A semana que se avizinha não me parece que vá ser muito diferente desta ,a não ser que um dos meus projectos se venha a concretizar esta semana a ver vamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para quem esta de ferias,umas boas ferias,para quem ainda esta a trabalhar continuação de bom trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos,abracinhos e acima de tudo sejam felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6316481787181617267?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6316481787181617267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6316481787181617267&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6316481787181617267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6316481787181617267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-ca-estou.html' title='Eu ca estou.....'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Smub5QG_DNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/orM4dHtl7u8/s72-c/holidays1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-658863262554874809</id><published>2009-07-15T00:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:36:05.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar de rumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sl0SuRuVXYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ub_Ul5_mX8o/s1600-h/dois20rumos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358459717881781634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sl0SuRuVXYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ub_Ul5_mX8o/s320/dois20rumos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estou a pensar mudar,para ser mais exacta mudar de cidade,a ver vamos como correm os proximos tempos,muita coisa há a decidir muita coisa a ponderar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma decisão complicada,que engloba muita coisa,mas já ando a pensar nisto há uns tempos,sei que por mais tempo que demore a chegar a minha decisão definitiva ,será a melhor sem duvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se mudar,tudo será novidade,tudo será uma nova descoberta,mas há que aprender a lidar com as mudanças que fazemos e escolhemos na nossa vida&lt;/div&gt;A ver vamos como tudo corre nos proximos tempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/RWzBgkOAJfc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/RWzBgkOAJfc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-658863262554874809?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/658863262554874809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=658863262554874809&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/658863262554874809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/658863262554874809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/mudar-de-rumo.html' title='Mudar de rumo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sl0SuRuVXYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ub_Ul5_mX8o/s72-c/dois20rumos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5278164617088465082</id><published>2009-07-11T02:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:14:52.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tuCKsqwrDEg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tuCKsqwrDEg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternidade não existe,apenas bons e maus momentos fazem com que a nossa vida seja possivel.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente todos nós temos defeitos,ou o que quer que lhe chamemos,mas o mais importante é conseguirmos seguir o trilho da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas que sentimos queremos ou fazemos,são inexplicaveis,apenas sabemos que tudo tinha de acontecer naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Não existem pessoas eternas,existem sim momentos que ficam para sempre,que jamais acabarão e farão parte da historia.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro ser falivel e ter a certeza que amei pelo ,menos uma vez na vida,do que infalivel e morrer com essa duvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/WsfrucAWd7I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/WsfrucAWd7I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso ninguem estar lá para percebnermos que aquela pessoa nunca nos abandonara e fará parte da nossa vida para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana &lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abracinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5278164617088465082?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5278164617088465082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5278164617088465082&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5278164617088465082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5278164617088465082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-existe.html' title='Não existe'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1865257143730538866</id><published>2009-07-10T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:25:00.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles andem ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZudY6nOwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FeIopEo2j7A/s1600-h/eles+andem+ai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356590257987336962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZudY6nOwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FeIopEo2j7A/s320/eles+andem+ai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu sei que andam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei quem é ainda ao certo,mas sei que andem,e eu ando escondida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eles andem em crise,eles andem em assaltos,eles andem em drogas,eles andem em tudo só não andam em boa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isto para retratar que a criminalidade no nosso paìs tem crescido a olhos vistos infelizmente,qualquer dia já nem podemos sair a rua.Espero realmente que as coisas comecem a mudar para melhor,porque da maneira que as coisas andam não sei não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tive conhecimento de um caso muito recente mesmo passado com um amigo de infancia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi até as roulotes,na marginal aqui do Porto,com a namorada,para comerem um cachorro,voltaram sentaram se na berma perto do carro deles,rodeados de pessoas que lá estavam tambem,quando apareceram 3 encapuçados,de arma na mão roubaram lhes carteira telemovel,e ainda lhe levaram o carro que continua sem aparecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje em dia as vezes,mais vale andarmos escondidos,porque com a criminalidade crescente que ai anda,não estamos seguros em lado nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1865257143730538866?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1865257143730538866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1865257143730538866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1865257143730538866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1865257143730538866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/eles-andem-ai.html' title='Eles andem ai'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZudY6nOwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FeIopEo2j7A/s72-c/eles+andem+ai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2528797301685802890</id><published>2009-07-10T19:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:30:01.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seco ou molhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZs0_PZqqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8EWFbSWK1nI/s1600-h/secador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356588464388811426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZs0_PZqqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8EWFbSWK1nI/s320/secador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eis a questão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguem quer secar o cabelo?Ouvi dizer que este senhor seca muito bem os cabelos e acho que até &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os neuronios tambem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou será que preferem ir para a noite com os cabelos molhadinhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas não fiquemos por aqui há mais ofertas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ficar a dormir um longo,quem sabe eterno sono com polvora no cabelo,pode ser que até tenha um efeito deslumbrante em certas cabeças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou mesmo mazinha hoje não estou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2528797301685802890?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2528797301685802890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2528797301685802890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2528797301685802890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2528797301685802890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/seco-ou-molhado.html' title='Seco ou molhado'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZs0_PZqqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8EWFbSWK1nI/s72-c/secador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4689436751940077626</id><published>2009-07-10T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:25:00.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZqGc3vZgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wxr_BlYeFSQ/s1600-h/loucos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356585465865528834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZqGc3vZgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wxr_BlYeFSQ/s320/loucos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje em dia o normal é construirem se bombas né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que seria seria do nosso mundo sem as bombas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enfim......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Loucos'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZqGc3vZgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wxr_BlYeFSQ/s72-c/loucos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2546976712745663716</id><published>2009-07-09T23:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:05:54.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZo0OculnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LMrMN32hk10/s1600-h/modernidades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356584053244860018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZo0OculnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LMrMN32hk10/s320/modernidades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem agora até já podem ir ler o jornal quando forem fazer um "xixizinho"querem melhor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estas modernices,estão a estragar os "Homes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qualquer dia aparece assim uma....bem é melhor nem dizer que até tenho medo do que possa por ai aparecer futuramente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2546976712745663716?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2546976712745663716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2546976712745663716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2546976712745663716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2546976712745663716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/07/modernidades.html' title='Modernidades'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SlZo0OculnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LMrMN32hk10/s72-c/modernidades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-9122203762993220100</id><published>2009-06-29T22:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:12:44.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O prometido,cá está.Pormenores do aniversario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk8hBSotoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hCCGdZqBQ0E/s1600-h/DSC_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352876170086495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk8hBSotoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hCCGdZqBQ0E/s320/DSC_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sabado,fui rumo a Lisboa,de comboio,lá cheguei esperei um pouco e entraram as mais lindas prendas pela estação dentro(estes dois lindos da foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk8KWRr-PI/AAAAAAAAAsM/84bo39_Lqe4/s1600-h/DSC_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352875780582668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk8KWRr-PI/AAAAAAAAAsM/84bo39_Lqe4/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saidos da estação fomos dar um passeio para começar a conhecer algumas coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk6Jxm6xJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Hl2XWjTQj44/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352873571716351122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk6Jxm6xJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Hl2XWjTQj44/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos pela casa mais conhecida,dos pasteis de Belem,os mais gulosos ;) lá foram comer um pastelito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk5zYcOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/QT65ebA8Mlo/s1600-h/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352873187003492178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk5zYcOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAr8/QT65ebA8Mlo/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seguimos rumo ao mosteiro lindissimo por fora e por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk5chN9rzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WyBPBRfinm8/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352872794222604082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk5chN9rzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WyBPBRfinm8/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É uma casa portuguesa com certeza,achei um piadão a este restaurantezinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk5B6cimII/AAAAAAAAArs/cI108YBfw7w/s1600-h/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352872337138161794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk5B6cimII/AAAAAAAAArs/cI108YBfw7w/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta era a condutora e guia de serviço durante o fim de semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk4tKduTUI/AAAAAAAAArk/KGNudHTAjMk/s1600-h/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871980660837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk4tKduTUI/AAAAAAAAArk/KGNudHTAjMk/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeamos pela marginal,e vi o bugio acho que é este o nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk4UqvgRII/AAAAAAAAArc/Y8LV6dU_kJ0/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871559828620418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk4UqvgRII/AAAAAAAAArc/Y8LV6dU_kJ0/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vistas do meu quarto,uma pequena parte apenas deliciei me debruçada naquela janela e o cheirinho a maresia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk4ANNeSoI/AAAAAAAAArU/kG65KbjL3k8/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352871208303872642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk4ANNeSoI/AAAAAAAAArU/kG65KbjL3k8/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de descansar um pouco la fomos dar um passeio e jantar pelo Estoril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk3lQh0tMI/AAAAAAAAArM/ymNhbTk_PRU/s1600-h/DSC_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352870745338066114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk3lQh0tMI/AAAAAAAAArM/ymNhbTk_PRU/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já estava de rastos,mas continuei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk3Mh0p-zI/AAAAAAAAArE/I3ankxHEA-A/s1600-h/DSC_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352870320483728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk3Mh0p-zI/AAAAAAAAArE/I3ankxHEA-A/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O meu querido,que me fez companhia durante a noite,já não aguentava e fomos para o quartinho nanar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk2iTUNxzI/AAAAAAAAAq8/bA3SfkdesXY/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352869595035060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk2iTUNxzI/AAAAAAAAAq8/bA3SfkdesXY/s320/DSC_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Domingo de manhazinha acordei(já era o meu dia de anos)tomei um belo de um pequeno almoço, e vim para a beira da praia tirar umas fotos e esperar pela nossa "guia";) 13h em ponto lá estava ela e rumamos a conhecer uma boa parte de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk2EN8j6-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/_BxPYkWrerw/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352869078197595106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk2EN8j6-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/_BxPYkWrerw/s320/DSC_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entre outras paragens lá viemos ter à boca do inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk1oFeKfpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/k-byeJgRht4/s1600-h/DSC_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868594886278802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk1oFeKfpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/k-byeJgRht4/s320/DSC_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que realmente é qualquer coisa de belo e assustador ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk1HWWvKaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/xrIZZFvdjPM/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868032482847138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk1HWWvKaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/xrIZZFvdjPM/s320/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns mimos pelo meio que sabem sempre muito bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk0tZsp2dI/AAAAAAAAAqc/yTl9h0bL5kQ/s1600-h/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867586703481298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk0tZsp2dI/AAAAAAAAAqc/yTl9h0bL5kQ/s320/DSC_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rumamos ao ponto mais ocidental da Europa o cabo da roca,onde nunca lá tinha estado nem eu nem o meu menino grande;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk0RYDT1XI/AAAAAAAAAqU/fp945sz0XQE/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867105225299314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk0RYDT1XI/AAAAAAAAAqU/fp945sz0XQE/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois "personagens"mais lindos de Lisboa e arredores,senão do mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkzkY0yZhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/a9yUUqvLpME/s1600-h/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352866332338710034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkzkY0yZhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/a9yUUqvLpME/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a barriguinha já dava horas lá fomos a praia das maçãs almoçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skky82WjE8I/AAAAAAAAAqE/iG1jAP4qJvM/s1600-h/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352865653070173122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skky82WjE8I/AAAAAAAAAqE/iG1jAP4qJvM/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esplanada,as "bejecas",porque além da chuva estava um calor danado e era preciso molhar a palavra né;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkyrfALETI/AAAAAAAAAp8/2tFtuihpGbk/s1600-h/DSC_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352865354744533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkyrfALETI/AAAAAAAAAp8/2tFtuihpGbk/s320/DSC_0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para acompanhar uns camarones deliciosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkyVE5H0JI/AAAAAAAAAp0/i4f0rPAkVhI/s1600-h/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352864969778516114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkyVE5H0JI/AAAAAAAAAp0/i4f0rPAkVhI/s320/DSC_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado um pouco veio a continuação da minha perdição,comi,comi,comi,e fiquei satisfeita da vida,nem sobrou o que quer que fosse para amostra,e a companhia então era divinal,não podia estar melhor (não vale ficar com inveja)ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skkx_c_SczI/AAAAAAAAAps/2Ti3kgIfnXE/s1600-h/DSC_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352864598289707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skkx_c_SczI/AAAAAAAAAps/2Ti3kgIfnXE/s320/DSC_0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acabado o almoço continuamos as visitas fomos ao museu do bonsai e chovia mesmo,quando comecei a ver os preços como podem reparar assustei me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkxiCjkP7I/AAAAAAAAApk/QOP1Lg7I_Og/s1600-h/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352864092977905586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkkxiCjkP7I/AAAAAAAAApk/QOP1Lg7I_Og/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mas que era lindo lá isso era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podia colocar aqui muitas mais fotos,e muitos mais sitios onde fomos,mas se fizesse isso,nunca mais acabava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei tudo desde a minha chegada,à minha volta para o Porto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não preciso de um rio de dinheiro para ser feliz,preciso sim é das pessoas que eu adoro a minha beira,pois isso sim não me faz uma pessoa feliz,mas,super,hiper felicissima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passei o meu aniversario,apenas com duas pessoas,que são maravilhosas e não o tinha trocado por nada deste mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vocês os dois um muito obrigada,pela grande prenda que me proporcionaram ,pela companhia,pela amizade,pelo carinho,pela dedicação e pelo amor demonstrados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADOREI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5542697018697215655-9122203762993220100?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/9122203762993220100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=9122203762993220100&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/9122203762993220100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/9122203762993220100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-prometidoca-estapormenores-do.html' title='O prometido,cá está.Pormenores do aniversario'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skk8hBSotoI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hCCGdZqBQ0E/s72-c/DSC_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1078717656205571539</id><published>2009-06-28T23:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:00:59.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens a menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skf1WCh5GUI/AAAAAAAAApM/hEoKHrlYrAo/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352516441138075970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skf1WCh5GUI/AAAAAAAAApM/hEoKHrlYrAo/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parabens cá há menina que faz hoje 25 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passei um excelente fim de semana na companhia de duas pessoas maravilhosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bela surpresa que me fizeram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã venho contar os pormenores e mostrar as fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijos e abraços para todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A voces os dois um muito obrigada por tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1078717656205571539?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1078717656205571539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1078717656205571539&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1078717656205571539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1078717656205571539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-menina.html' title='Parabens a menina'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Skf1WCh5GUI/AAAAAAAAApM/hEoKHrlYrAo/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3771993937382241365</id><published>2009-06-27T00:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:34:35.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkVSOy92u6I/AAAAAAAAApE/qgvO_baMyDM/s1600-h/pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351774146352561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkVSOy92u6I/AAAAAAAAApE/qgvO_baMyDM/s320/pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pai lembras te,quando nós os dois faziamos tudo e mais alguma coisa juntos,alias ainda hoje o fazemos,não perdemos um momento para podermos partilhar seja o que for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre foste além de um pai um homem exemplar,contigo aprendi os valores que sigo hoje,com uma pessoa como tu em casa eu e o meu irmão só nos podiamos ter tornado boas pessoas,nem tu admitias que fosse o contrario,e quem dera a muita gente ter um pai como tu,mas és só nosso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabens e que tenhas tudo de bom na vida pois bem mereces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um enorme mimo,beijo,xi coração e tudo tudo tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos teus filhotes Joana e João&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-3771993937382241365?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3771993937382241365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3771993937382241365&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3771993937382241365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3771993937382241365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens_26.html' title='Parabens PAI'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkVSOy92u6I/AAAAAAAAApE/qgvO_baMyDM/s72-c/pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7824759702288602259</id><published>2009-06-24T07:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:16:01.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S.João</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG-HtwzRZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iYFnq1IAWRs/s1600-h/Sao%2520Joao%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766872045503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG-HtwzRZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iYFnq1IAWRs/s320/Sao%2520Joao%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG-Bev9k2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/zZh_c9eYWo0/s1600-h/S%2BJo%25C3%25A3o%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766764936237922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG-Bev9k2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/zZh_c9eYWo0/s320/S%2BJo%25C3%25A3o%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG96VpxQGI/AAAAAAAAAos/1RJWDUKm4ow/s1600-h/378_balao_S_Joao_Porto_Junho_24_2004%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766642235261026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG96VpxQGI/AAAAAAAAAos/1RJWDUKm4ow/s320/378_balao_S_Joao_Porto_Junho_24_2004%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma bela noite de S.João na minha bela cidade do Porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sardinhada,fogo de artificio "cumbibio"lançamento dos habituais balões de ar quente,baile pela noite dentro e tudo acaba pela manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por aqui hoje é feriado e eu vou descansar que já são horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto aqueles que têm de trabalhar um bom dia de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos e abracinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5542697018697215655-7824759702288602259?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7824759702288602259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7824759702288602259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7824759702288602259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7824759702288602259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/sjoao.html' title='S.João'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SkG-HtwzRZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/iYFnq1IAWRs/s72-c/Sao%2520Joao%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1081148920145460831</id><published>2009-06-21T23:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:35:54.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancemos ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/gyUWkQj0Q_U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/gyUWkQj0Q_U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem se oferece para dançar?:)&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades&lt;br /&gt;Juro que não piso os pés a ninguem&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1081148920145460831?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1081148920145460831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1081148920145460831&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1081148920145460831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1081148920145460831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancemos.html' title='Dancemos ?'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8067228933623823382</id><published>2009-06-17T00:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:04:18.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SjgwTN-RZmI/AAAAAAAAAok/r3jZPBs4hKc/s1600-h/CASAL-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348077664228959842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SjgwTN-RZmI/AAAAAAAAAok/r3jZPBs4hKc/s320/CASAL-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parabens o meu menino grande faz hoje aninhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poderia aqui dizer muita coisa,mas vou dizer o essencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És a pessoa por quem me apaixonei ha 4 anos atras e continuo apaixonada até hoje,és o sol que ilumina os meus dias(juntamente com o piasquinhas)és o homem que quero ao meu lado para a vida toda,já passamos momentos bons outros menos bons ,mas o importante é que estamos juntos e que o nosso amor é para durar,porque criou raizes que jamais poderão ser arrancadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabens meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pai PARABENS,estas a ficar com muitos cabelos branquinhos,é de aturares as minhas asneiras,gosto muito muito muito de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabens dos que mais te amam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8067228933623823382?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8067228933623823382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8067228933623823382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8067228933623823382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8067228933623823382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens.html' title='PARABENS'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SjgwTN-RZmI/AAAAAAAAAok/r3jZPBs4hKc/s72-c/CASAL-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5610841842796513509</id><published>2009-06-08T23:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:42:05.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roubo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Si2PmV9g6pI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lJ1d6U1CetI/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345086221651602066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Si2PmV9g6pI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lJ1d6U1CetI/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estou mesmo chateada,assaltaram me o carro,que estava estacionado entre tantos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estroncaram me a fechadura,levaram me o radio e para minha "sorte"deixaram me o tablier todo partido,a tal ponto que nem conseguia por a chave na ignição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fico aborrecida com estas coisas,porque ando eu a trabalhar para ter as minhas coisas,e de repente vem um ou uns sujeitos e roubam nos o que nós tentamos ter com o esforço do trabalho,do nosso suor.É triste,mas infelizmente,já se tornou uma realidade do nosso dia a dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu azar,esquecer me do radio debaixo do meu banco,sim porque eu lembrei me e as 3 da manhã fui ao carro buscar os documentos e o radio,mas como começou a chover e a trovejar no momento em que eu cheguei ao carro,peguei apenas nos documentos,esquecendo me completamente do radio,com a pressa de ir para casa para não apanhar uma grande molha,antes me tivesse molhado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que as coisas no nosso país vão continuar assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que não,mas a ver vamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boa semana e bons feriados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5610841842796513509?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5610841842796513509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5610841842796513509&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5610841842796513509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5610841842796513509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/roubo.html' title='Roubo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Si2PmV9g6pI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lJ1d6U1CetI/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7976705459571760567</id><published>2009-06-03T23:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:01:49.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornais de noticias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sib-mMFJQBI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ZeFy4LUE_h4/s1600-h/bocas+desbocadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343237939952959506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sib-mMFJQBI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ZeFy4LUE_h4/s320/bocas+desbocadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não há nada que me irrite mais do que ver ou melhor ouvir as pessoas falarem da vida alheia.Quererem saber o que se passa na casa de cada um.E o que mais me deixa estupefacta é que até parece que ficam todos satisfeitos quando a vida não está bem para as outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É ridiculo,falam,comentam e encarregam se de espalhar as "boas novas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se cada um se metesse na sua vida teria muito pouco a comentar,mas não,gostam de mexericos,e do leva para lá e tras para cá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São os "jornais de noticias"como eu lhes chamo de cada sitio onde moram,com as noticias fresquinhas todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas como diz o velho ditado,não te rias do vizinho,que o teu mal vem a caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam felizesssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7976705459571760567?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7976705459571760567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7976705459571760567&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7976705459571760567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7976705459571760567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/06/jornais-de-noticias.html' title='Jornais de noticias'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sib-mMFJQBI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ZeFy4LUE_h4/s72-c/bocas+desbocadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7839078145649815842</id><published>2009-05-21T22:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:11:21.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ShXLeh5zjoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/JnW20bB1v7I/s1600-h/time+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338396658674929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ShXLeh5zjoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/JnW20bB1v7I/s320/time+j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Por vezes andamos tão aterefados que nem damos conta do tempo que já passou por nós,tão aterefados que esquecemos que o tempo que foi jamais voltará.Os dias,as horas,os minutos,vão passando como uma brisa e quando damos conta há coisas que gostariamos de fazer e não fizemos,dizer e não dissemos.Por vezes damos por nós a pensar na falta de tempo que temos para com aqueles que amamos e que queremos perto de nós.Por vezes nem temos tempo de dizer aquele/a amigo/a as saudades que sentimos .E aquela saida com alguem especial que adiamos para depois,mas o problema é que esse depois nunca mais chega e ficamos com algo que gostariamos de ter feito,adiado pela falta de tempo.Mas,acho que todos temos tempo para fazer tudo,desde que nos saibamos organizar,com o tempo que temos,e com as coisas que realmente queremos fazer.O tempo jamais esperará por nós,há que aproveitar todos os minutos da melhor maneira possivel.Não deixem que o tempo passe por voces,passai antes voces pelo tempo,e quando olharem para tras ,tenham a certeza que tudo valeu a pena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E acima de tudo tenham todo o tempo do mundo para serem muito felizes;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7839078145649815842?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7839078145649815842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7839078145649815842&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7839078145649815842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7839078145649815842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/05/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ShXLeh5zjoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/JnW20bB1v7I/s72-c/time+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7665096168796011465</id><published>2009-05-21T00:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:20:38.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ShSN5G0p8GI/AAAAAAAAAoE/WMNLvpKuXho/s1600-h/olhar+poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338047470564405346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ShSN5G0p8GI/AAAAAAAAAoE/WMNLvpKuXho/s320/olhar+poesia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precisei de arejar as ideias e ainda continuo a areja las,por isso a minha ausencia.Mas aos poucos estou de volta ao activo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muita coisa passou,muita coisa está a passar se,mas para a frente é que é o caminho,é a vida dos que lutam e sempre irão lutar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existem bons e maus momentos,há que saber lidar com eles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7665096168796011465?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7665096168796011465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7665096168796011465&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7665096168796011465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7665096168796011465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-vida.html' title='É a vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ShSN5G0p8GI/AAAAAAAAAoE/WMNLvpKuXho/s72-c/olhar+poesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2575959140645135288</id><published>2009-04-21T00:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:31:07.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Se0FTgf8W0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/YH_qalirAfw/s1600-h/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326919766948731714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Se0FTgf8W0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/YH_qalirAfw/s320/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando acreditamos que tudo é possivel e nunca desistimos do nosso sonho,é meio caminho andado para uma batalha vencida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Basta acreditarmos e termos fé em nós mesmos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2575959140645135288?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2575959140645135288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2575959140645135288&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2575959140645135288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2575959140645135288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/04/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Se0FTgf8W0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/YH_qalirAfw/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1660982862346950263</id><published>2009-04-11T01:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:25:38.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sd_i0Any3MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tDjarAiIobg/s1600-h/olho-lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323222667723201730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sd_i0Any3MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tDjarAiIobg/s320/olho-lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia alguem que era muito importante para mim disse me " a vida é um sorriso entre duas lagrimas"nem mais com toda a razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1660982862346950263?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1660982862346950263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1660982862346950263&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1660982862346950263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1660982862346950263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sd_i0Any3MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tDjarAiIobg/s72-c/olho-lagrima%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3787624527257062763</id><published>2009-04-02T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:40:19.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro de recordações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SdP2GbTmDuI/AAAAAAAAAns/P7nruEuxQ5k/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319866175124279010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SdP2GbTmDuI/AAAAAAAAAns/P7nruEuxQ5k/s320/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A nossa vida é equivalente a um livro em que cada dia que vivemos é um pagina que se vai virando.Todos os dias vamos escrevendo um novo capitulo no livro que é a nossa vida.Costuma se dizer que o passado é passado e já não interessa,eu não sou dessa opinião,o passado para mim tem importancia e gosto muitas vezes de ir a paginas passadas no livro da minha vida,e recordar,tudo de bom e tudo o que me fez crescer e evoluir até hoje,mas nessas mesmas paginas existem pessoas que me deixam muita saudade mesmo ao recorda las.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E voces de quem sentem mais saudades?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-3787624527257062763?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3787624527257062763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3787624527257062763&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3787624527257062763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3787624527257062763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/04/livro-de-recordacoes.html' title='Livro de recordações'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SdP2GbTmDuI/AAAAAAAAAns/P7nruEuxQ5k/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6376258643608731958</id><published>2009-03-30T23:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:53:41.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas grandes coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SdFLAMeseGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/53gxhp0o0fE/s1600-h/maos22tytytyttyty%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319115101623318626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SdFLAMeseGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/53gxhp0o0fE/s320/maos22tytytyttyty%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque há pequenas coisas,que fazem com que tudo valha a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pequenos momentos,transformam se no nosso motivo de sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6376258643608731958?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6376258643608731958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6376258643608731958&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6376258643608731958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6376258643608731958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/pequenas-grandes-coisas.html' title='Pequenas grandes coisas'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SdFLAMeseGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/53gxhp0o0fE/s72-c/maos22tytytyttyty%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-30229149281829966</id><published>2009-03-26T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:25:13.190Z</updated><title type='text'>1 ANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScrLSjYQSOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SJVVpv2TGgw/s1600-h/borboletas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317285829659347170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScrLSjYQSOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SJVVpv2TGgw/s320/borboletas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  O meu cantinho faz hoje um aninho,olha que novato.&lt;br /&gt;Criei o meu blog meio as escuras não fazia a minima ideia onde me estava a meter,mas não me arrependo.&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz uns quantos posts,já ri e já chorei em postagens que fiz,mas acima de tudo já conheci pessoas lindas deste meio,com algumas delas até criei amizade que ainda hoje dura e espero que continue a durar, e espero vir a conhecer muito mais gente linda.&lt;br /&gt;Este blog até ja esteve para fechar,mas reflecti bem e se o tivesse feito teria cometido um grande erro,mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia com mais ou menos tempo para ir visitar os outros blogs tudo se vai arranjando,o que importa é que cá estamos todos e espero que para continuar.&lt;br /&gt;A todos os que me comentam,a todos os que me visitam,a todos os que passam por aqui um muito obrigada,porque uma parte deste blog é feito por vós.&lt;br /&gt;Continuação de boa semana&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/5542697018697215655-30229149281829966?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/30229149281829966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=30229149281829966&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/30229149281829966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/30229149281829966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-ano_26.html' title='1 ANO'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScrLSjYQSOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SJVVpv2TGgw/s72-c/borboletas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7608443507436618040</id><published>2009-03-25T00:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:17:00.070Z</updated><title type='text'>I`m back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Scl2r30U_0I/AAAAAAAAAnM/XT4lGlotq2M/s1600-h/sol+nas+m%C3%A3os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316911331177463618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Scl2r30U_0I/AAAAAAAAAnM/XT4lGlotq2M/s320/sol+nas+m%C3%A3os.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com determinação,coragem,um sorriso nos labios e acima de tudo força de vontade as coisas conseguem se fazer e eu vou fazer custe o que custar;) e por vezes a teimosia ajuda muito&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/5542697018697215655-7608443507436618040?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7608443507436618040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7608443507436618040&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7608443507436618040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7608443507436618040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I`m back'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Scl2r30U_0I/AAAAAAAAAnM/XT4lGlotq2M/s72-c/sol+nas+m%C3%A3os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3412246038910583940</id><published>2009-03-22T01:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:49:29.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScWS-ftmjiI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NIAl9sv99B8/s1600-h/escolhas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315816537543052834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScWS-ftmjiI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NIAl9sv99B8/s320/escolhas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por vezes há problemas que aparecem e nos ficam em cima dos ombros,tentamos resolve los  mas é complicado,há escolhas,mas sei que nunca poderei escolher nem magoar nenhum deles,apenas chamar a razão e a realidade.Estou atada não posso pender para nenhum dos lados,pois essa é a decisão mais correcta que eu posso tomar.Apenas posso ir assistindo ao desenrolar da situação como uma espectadora bem presente de tudo o que vai naquelas almas.&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/5542697018697215655-3412246038910583940?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3412246038910583940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3412246038910583940&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3412246038910583940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3412246038910583940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScWS-ftmjiI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NIAl9sv99B8/s72-c/escolhas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7286728602517115714</id><published>2009-03-21T02:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:15:39.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScRKr3-t8WI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nKJfK1rFy8o/s1600-h/boca+fechada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315455577825866082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScRKr3-t8WI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nKJfK1rFy8o/s320/boca+fechada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porque as vezes o silencio é capaz de dizer tudo aquilo que estamos a pensar,nem precisamos olhar olhos nos olhos porque o "barulho" do silencio diz mais do que o que possamos imaginar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas as vezes é esse mesmo silencio que nos vai corroendo ,que nos vai deixando uma magoa ou um assunto mal resolvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E voces quando optam pelo silencio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bom fim de semana&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/5542697018697215655-7286728602517115714?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7286728602517115714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7286728602517115714&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7286728602517115714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7286728602517115714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/silencio.html' title='Silencio'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScRKr3-t8WI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nKJfK1rFy8o/s72-c/boca+fechada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3738125508530451037</id><published>2009-03-19T01:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:27:15.490Z</updated><title type='text'>PARABENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScGdfsSIhXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/X7W_mme0u7s/s1600-h/angel+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314702203062617458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScGdfsSIhXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/X7W_mme0u7s/s320/angel+j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje é para um &lt;a href="http://http//anjodemonio.blogspot.com/"&gt;anjodemonio&lt;/a&gt; que anda algures por ai,excelente pessoa por acaso,"mas só mesmo por acaso";)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que tenhas um dia muito feliz,e recheado de coisas boas,bem mereces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ti aquele enorme abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5542697018697215655-3738125508530451037?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3738125508530451037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3738125508530451037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3738125508530451037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3738125508530451037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens_19.html' title='PARABENS'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScGdfsSIhXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/X7W_mme0u7s/s72-c/angel+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4496886958949966110</id><published>2009-03-18T00:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:52:42.611Z</updated><title type='text'>É PÁ JA CHEGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScBEXqv1odI/AAAAAAAAAms/bIt4QFz0c-0/s1600-h/quando+tudo+corre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314322733699801554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScBEXqv1odI/AAAAAAAAAms/bIt4QFz0c-0/s320/quando+tudo+corre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sei que tenho umas coisas a cumprir com o mundo mas nunca fiz mal a ninguem,nunca prejudiquei o proximo sempre vivi a minha vida e nunca me meti na vida dos outros.Será que já não chega de tanto azar?Será que há alguma coisa que fiz de tão errada?É Pá um pouco de paz e sossego por favor já mereço e sorte acima de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque hoje tive o meu primeiro acidente de carro infelizmente e não foi muito bonito,estou um pouco dorida e com umas nodoas negras,será que o azar nos persegue para sempre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-4496886958949966110?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4496886958949966110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4496886958949966110&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4496886958949966110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4496886958949966110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-pa-ja-chega.html' title='É PÁ JA CHEGA'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/ScBEXqv1odI/AAAAAAAAAms/bIt4QFz0c-0/s72-c/quando+tudo+corre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2533122828515232390</id><published>2009-03-17T00:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:57:34.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sb70mcDymuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NHJgD5o3ebM/s1600-h/life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sb70mcDymuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NHJgD5o3ebM/s320/life.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313953551548062434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas na nossa vida que passam e não deixam nada,outras passam e deixam tudo,e outras há simplesmente que não passam ficam para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;                                          "Desconhecido"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2533122828515232390?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2533122828515232390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2533122828515232390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2533122828515232390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2533122828515232390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/Sb70mcDymuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NHJgD5o3ebM/s72-c/life.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3491598865768870703</id><published>2009-03-13T00:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:56:15.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Lição de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GgDIQtpqgU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GgDIQtpqgU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é um filme que eu gosto,demonstra nos muito da vida e faz nos pensar que as nossas birras não fazem sentido,zangamo nos com meio mundo muitas vezes sem razão aparente,quando todos os minutos que temos devemos é aproveita los da melhor maneira sendo felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Desperdiçamos muito com coisas superfulas e se nos concentracemos mais no que realmente é importante?Talvez conseguissemos lucrar mais no nosso dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que não sei quem um dia disse não tenho tudo o que amo,mas amo tudo o que tenho e é uma grande verdade não?&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem a vida,ela da nos tantas coisas boas,muitas vezes nós é que insistimos em continuar cegos e a não querer ver tudo de bom que podemos disfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;E sejam sempre muito felizes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-3491598865768870703?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3491598865768870703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3491598865768870703&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3491598865768870703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3491598865768870703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/licao-de-vida.html' title='Lição de vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2446729496478506435</id><published>2009-03-12T00:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:55:30.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SbhaIJM8xzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/blYS2Drfxnk/s1600-h/vida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094856439187250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SbhaIJM8xzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/blYS2Drfxnk/s320/vida.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque as vezes a vida é injusta.Só temos de aceitar e aprender a lidar com certas situações,por mais dificeis ou complicadas que elas sejam.E é nesses momentos que uma força que jamais pensamos algum dia ter vem ao de cima,e aprendemos que somos uns grandes guerreiros,e o importante é nunca desistir por maior que seja a dor,por vezes custa seguir em frente,mas esse é que é o caminho correcto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sejam fellizes e sigam sempre em frente por mais duro que possa parecer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2446729496478506435?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2446729496478506435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2446729496478506435&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2446729496478506435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2446729496478506435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SbhaIJM8xzI/AAAAAAAAAmU/blYS2Drfxnk/s72-c/vida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5718692773174713550</id><published>2009-03-06T00:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:39:14.382Z</updated><title type='text'>PARABENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SbBtH945-yI/AAAAAAAAAmM/5-c_q4a8VHQ/s1600-h/feliz_aniversario3_dez_g3%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309863944309570338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SbBtH945-yI/AAAAAAAAAmM/5-c_q4a8VHQ/s320/feliz_aniversario3_dez_g3%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faz hoje(pois ja passa da meia noite) 18 aninhos o meu mano,ainda ontem eras uma criança e hoje tão crescido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que tenhas uma vida linda pela frente,com a mana ao teu lado sempre e sabes que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PARABENS pelo teu dia e que continuemos a festejar esta data por muitos anos e sempre juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanha a noite é farra pela certa,ah pois é vou eu e o meu mano festejar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já nos demos tão mal e hoje não passamos um sem o outro,coisas proprias de certas idades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo grande da mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5718692773174713550?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5718692773174713550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5718692773174713550&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5718692773174713550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5718692773174713550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens.html' title='PARABENS'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SbBtH945-yI/AAAAAAAAAmM/5-c_q4a8VHQ/s72-c/feliz_aniversario3_dez_g3%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5576402284458077430</id><published>2009-03-01T17:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:27:50.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Sò tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SarD7ocghEI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lbRyluRAsgU/s1600-h/olhosabertos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270540046238786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SarD7ocghEI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lbRyluRAsgU/s320/olhosabertos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as que já me beijaram, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de todas que me abraçaram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ja não me lembro, nem sei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São tantas as que me amaram, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;são tantas as que eu amei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas tu - que rude contraste! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu que jamais me beijaste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu que jamais abracei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só tu nesta alma ficaste, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de todas as que eu amei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                       Paulo Setubal&lt;autor&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5576402284458077430?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5576402284458077430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5576402284458077430&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5576402284458077430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5576402284458077430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-tu.html' title='Sò tu'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SarD7ocghEI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lbRyluRAsgU/s72-c/olhosabertos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4536436697233617986</id><published>2009-02-24T23:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:27:44.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SaR-1OVpYSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vxDzQ01n6hI/s1600-h/paradise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306505713796342050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SaR-1OVpYSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vxDzQ01n6hI/s320/paradise.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Embora a crise esteja instalada,ainda existem momentos,actos,palavras,entre uma finalidade de outras coisas,que nos fazem sentir que ainda existe um paraiso nesta vida,nem todos os dias que vivemos são bons,mas há dias em que o paraiso na terra faz todo o sentido,hoje para mim é um desses dias;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-4536436697233617986?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4536436697233617986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4536436697233617986&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4536436697233617986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4536436697233617986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/paraiso.html' title='Paraiso'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SaR-1OVpYSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vxDzQ01n6hI/s72-c/paradise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6498051240486741479</id><published>2009-02-18T23:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:06:47.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Crenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SZyf1cqR4RI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bGwvti5bJQU/s1600-h/anjo+da+noite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290201711010066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SZyf1cqR4RI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bGwvti5bJQU/s320/anjo+da+noite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Existem pessoas que acreditam em varias coisas,Umas em Deus,umas em Anjos,umas em Demonios,outros em bruxas,entre outras tantas crenças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não acredito em Deus,mas tenho um enorme respeito por todas as passoas que acreditam,pois é a sua crença e ninguem tem o direito de desrespeitar ninguem por acreditar num Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Demonios não acredito tambem,mas continuo a respeitar as crenças de cada um,todos merecem o nosso respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Bruxas tambem não,mas pero que las ai,ai como diz o outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjos cá está a minha crença,podem achar um absurdo não me importa desde que respeitem a minha crença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acredito em anjos,talvez porque acho que as pessoas que mais gostamos que se vão deste mundo para o outro,se transformem em anjos,e andem por ai a deambular e quando nós precisamos eles estão lá para nos proteger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas acredito tambem que existem anjos na terra disfarçados de pessoas,conheço muito poucos,mas conheço,são aquelas pessoas que são boas demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Além disso faço colecção de anjos adoro mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu acredito em algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E voces no que acreditam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuem felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6498051240486741479?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6498051240486741479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6498051240486741479&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6498051240486741479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6498051240486741479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/crencas.html' title='Crenças'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SZyf1cqR4RI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bGwvti5bJQU/s72-c/anjo+da+noite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1353349717684257536</id><published>2009-02-11T00:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:28:50.722Z</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SZIYkicvl7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8XXO1oRsWF0/s1600-h/darck+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301326727370217394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SZIYkicvl7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8XXO1oRsWF0/s320/darck+j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sempre lutei por tudo aquilo que quis ter,trabalho muito e luto muito todos os dias e isso não me assusta nada.Sempre fui uma pessoa muito correcta em relação aos outros principalmente no campo profissional,tenho orgulho dos principios que tenho,e se subir na vida é a custa do meu suor,e não de passar por cima de alguem,não isso nunca,seria incapaz,mas há pessoas que são capazes de tudo e mais alguma coisa na vida.E quando sentimos na pele a maldade dessas pessoas,torna se complicado conseguirmos trabalhar lado a lado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não percebo muito menos quero perceber o que leva as pessoas a tomarem tal atitude,sou honesta e trabalhadora e isso basta me.Cada um faz aquilo que acha mais correcto,mas acho que passar por cima das pessoas não é solução.Será que o mundo se irá infestar com este tipo de gentinha ou serão apenas meia duzia deles que tornam o mundo mais sombrio?Não será a inveja uma coisa muito feia? Teria mais duzias de perguntas a fazer ma acho que nem vale a pena falar mais de pessoas que não merecem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Continuação de boa semana,continuem a ser felizes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1353349717684257536?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1353349717684257536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1353349717684257536&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1353349717684257536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1353349717684257536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SZIYkicvl7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8XXO1oRsWF0/s72-c/darck+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-9111324346243630532</id><published>2009-02-09T00:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:45:53.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Começa a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ola meus amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY9520sKm9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/uy5Lj-roVMM/s1600-h/pregui%C3%A7a+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300589269202148306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY9520sKm9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/uy5Lj-roVMM/s320/pregui%C3%A7a+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY95SXXSZoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ByKVuzppmE4/s1600-h/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300588642854659714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY95SXXSZoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ByKVuzppmE4/s320/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La vai recomeçar a semana de trabalho,Segunda feira pois é amanhã as 9h la estarei,tou ca com uma vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou como o meu animal preferido,a Preguiça,e com uma grande preguiça mesmo,mas o que tem de ser tem muita força,e amanhã tenho mesmo de ir trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma boa semana de trabalho é o que vos desejo,se é que pode ser né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-9111324346243630532?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/9111324346243630532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=9111324346243630532&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/9111324346243630532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/9111324346243630532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/comeca-semana.html' title='Começa a semana'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY9520sKm9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/uy5Lj-roVMM/s72-c/pregui%C3%A7a+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2161677524491691368</id><published>2009-02-08T19:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:09:45.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY8x6ybiCVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aNbyTZGNJyM/s1600-h/saudades3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510172477786450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY8x6ybiCVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aNbyTZGNJyM/s320/saudades3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Certos momentos sentimos saudades,de um tempo que já se foi,de pessoas que já não estão com nós,de pessoas que estão longe,ou simplesmente sentimos saudades de algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quantas vezes  sinto saudades de pessoas que estive ainda há pouco tempo,pode até ter sido há 5 minutos que estive com essa pessoa,mas a partir do momento que ela sai da minha beira nada impede que se sinta saudades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades só se sentem quando as coisas são boas e as pessoas significam muito para nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sinto saudades de certos momentos e de algumas pessoas,umas porque jamais voltarei a ve las,outras pela distancia,que nos separa,outras ainda porque são indispensaveis na nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E voces do que mais sentem saudades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma boa semana e sejam felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2161677524491691368?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2161677524491691368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2161677524491691368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2161677524491691368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2161677524491691368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SY8x6ybiCVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aNbyTZGNJyM/s72-c/saudades3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7762338750317576870</id><published>2009-02-05T23:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:08:46.627Z</updated><title type='text'>Peso de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYt8gPRlcCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vFbzeoeNseU/s1600-h/rosa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299466279829467170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYt8gPRlcCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vFbzeoeNseU/s320/rosa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ser abandonado da solidão e por vezes da violencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje em dia cada vez se ouvem mais casos de pessoas de idade abandonadas,sós,maltratadas,não percebo nem nunca vou conseguir perceber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que faz com que se maltrate e espanque uma pessoa de idade?É por ser o elo mais fraco por já não ter a força ou a saude que tinha,ninguem tem o direito de maltratar ninguem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o abandono?O que faz com que as pessoas abandonem as pessoas de idade,não compreendo,são gente,com mais idade é certo e isso não faz deles seres humanos na mesma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soube de um caso perto da minha casa de um neto que batia na avó,e nem imaginam com a raiva que eu fiquei,porque a senhora alem da idade é bastante doente e foi ela que o criou com todo o carinho,este ser que não pode ser chamado de humano ou pessoa o que merece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desde sempre vivi com a minha avó,que hoje em dia tem 87 anos,e vive rodeada de carinho,jamais algum dia seria capaz de a tratar mal muito menos abandona la,temos os nossos desacordos mas isso é normal,de uma coisa tenho a certeza irei olhar por ela como ela sempre olhou por mim,nunca lhe irei faltar ao respeito,porque acima de tudo sou um ser humano com principios e tambem hei de chegar a minha velhice e gostar de ser sempre bem tratada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7762338750317576870?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7762338750317576870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7762338750317576870&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7762338750317576870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7762338750317576870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/peso-de.html' title='Peso de...'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYt8gPRlcCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vFbzeoeNseU/s72-c/rosa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7791376965096375950</id><published>2009-02-02T00:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:35:39.324Z</updated><title type='text'>Desculpas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYY8m6Vo53I/AAAAAAAAAks/Pe-x22cayXA/s1600-h/beijos046%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297988650840680306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYY8m6Vo53I/AAAAAAAAAks/Pe-x22cayXA/s320/beijos046%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vivemos num mundo em que a cada dia que passa parece que as pessoas se afastam cada vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pedir desculpas a alguem será que é assim tão complicado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erramos muitas vezes em actos ou palavras que fazemos ou dizemos,mas deve haver humildade suficiente para reconhecermos que erramos e pedir desculpa.Já fui orgulhosa o suficiente para não saber pedir desculpas quando errava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrependi me de muitas coisas que fiz ou disse,sem ter proferido uma palavra,para me desculpar,hoje em dia erro e continuarei a errar,porque ninguem é perfeito,mas aprendi a pedir desculpas por certos actos ou palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas vezes as desculpas não se pedem evitam se mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas errar é humano,embora que por vezes os nossos erros sejam mais graves do que realmente imaginamos quando os fazemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assumir os nossos erros é meio caminho andado para podermos além de ficar bem com os outros,ficar bem com nós mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E voces conseguem fazer um pedido de desculpas quando erram?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuem o caminho da felicidade uma boa semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7791376965096375950?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7791376965096375950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7791376965096375950&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7791376965096375950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7791376965096375950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYY8m6Vo53I/AAAAAAAAAks/Pe-x22cayXA/s72-c/beijos046%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-187474272156185615</id><published>2009-02-01T23:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:06:23.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYYsxmDA7FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nUToEdzIKyc/s1600-h/selomaneiro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297971242186370130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYYsxmDA7FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nUToEdzIKyc/s320/selomaneiro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Exiba a imagem do selo “Olha Que Blog Maneiro” que você acabou de ganhar!&lt;br /&gt;2- Poste o link do blog que te indicou. &lt;a href="http://anjodemonio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anjodemonio.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Indique 10 blogs de sua preferência. Ai vão eles &lt;a href="http://http//amorita01.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anita&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//fj-100maisnemenos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fj&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//lilipat-menteflutuante.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lilipat2008&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//momentosescritospormim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Menina&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//miauxrabiscos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mik@&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//nosnaotemosquemaspodemosse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//al-jibaira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paulo Tomas&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//aquelebagacinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pedro Barata&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//psimentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Psimento&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://http//dispersoesmasculinas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rbyr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Avise seus indicados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Publique as regras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Confira se os blogs indicados repassaram o selo e as regras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- Envie sua foto ou de um(a) amigo(a) para olhaquemaneiro@gmail.com, juntamente com os 10 links dos blogs indicados para verificação.Caso os blogs tenham repassado o selo e as regras corretamente, dentro de alguns dias você receberá 1 caricatura em P&amp;amp;B.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora cá vão seis coisas aleatorias sobre a minha pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Tenho muitas mudanças de humor(quem não as tem né)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Detesto pessoas hipocritas e cinicas(Nem valem a pena)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Gosto de rir e fazer rir os outros(porque rir é o melhor remedio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Sou persistente e muito teimosa mesmo(defeitos quem não tem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Tenho o coração ao pé da boca,as vezes digo o que quero e o que não quero,mas sai me não consigo evitar,mas sou muito sincera(por vezes até demais)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Sou muito humilde,quando precisam de mim estou lá,prezo muito as pessoas de quem gosto e faço tudo por elas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-187474272156185615?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/187474272156185615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=187474272156185615&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/187474272156185615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/187474272156185615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-exiba-imagem-do-selo-olha-que-blog.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYYsxmDA7FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nUToEdzIKyc/s72-c/selomaneiro%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-5036009613284620240</id><published>2009-02-01T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:11:54.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Mimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYYr5H-er4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/vhDnft28s-k/s1600-h/blog_de_ouro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297970272041611138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYYr5H-er4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/vhDnft28s-k/s320/blog_de_ouro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mimo oferecido pela Ines e Lilipat2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ofereço a todos os visitantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-5036009613284620240?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/5036009613284620240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=5036009613284620240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5036009613284620240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/5036009613284620240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/mimo.html' title='Mimo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SYYr5H-er4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/vhDnft28s-k/s72-c/blog_de_ouro%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2920208533505198999</id><published>2009-02-01T22:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:51:41.032Z</updated><title type='text'>Desejos e sonhos</title><content type='html'>Fui desafiada pelo &lt;a href="http://fj-100maisnemenos.blogspot.com/"&gt;FJ&lt;/a&gt;  para desvendar um pouco dos meus sonhos e desejos,um pouco tarde mas ca esta ele.&lt;br /&gt;As regras são as seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;1 -Pensar e fazer uma lista com 8 coisas que sonho fazer ou que gostaria que se concretizassem neste ano de 2009;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Convidar oito bloguistas a responder ao mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Dizer no blog de quem partiu o desafio.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Dizer no blog quem desafiamos.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Mencionar as regras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca vão as minhas respostas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Gostava de ver menos violencia com as crianças e pessoas de idade&lt;br /&gt;2 Que a felicidade seja uma constante na minha vida,e nas pessoas que são importantes para mim.&lt;br /&gt;3 Que a riqueza que existe seja repartida de melhor forma.&lt;br /&gt;4 Gostava que a cegonha me viesse visitar este ano:) a ver vamos&lt;br /&gt;5 Espero mudar de trabalho ainda este ano&lt;br /&gt;6 Espero que o tempo comece a andar mais devagar,pois parece que quando um minuto passa,não foi um minuto mas sim uma hora&lt;br /&gt;7 Ver me sempre rodeada de carinho e daqueles que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;8 O mais importante continuar a ter ao meu lado o meu mais que tudo que é um ser humano fantastico,e o nosso piasquinha que é o mais importante na nossa vida,porque são o meu apoio e suporte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Considerem se desafiados&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;a href="http://http//www.essencias-fm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;a href="http://http//palavrasaovento-gaivota.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaivota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;a href="http://http//anjodemonio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;a href="http://http//o-blog-da-ka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;a href="http://http//comumortal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liamaral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;a href="http://http//thisplanetsays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Macaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;a href="http://http//nogabinete.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paulofsky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;a href="http://http//houseoftherisingcats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Safira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2920208533505198999?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2920208533505198999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2920208533505198999&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2920208533505198999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2920208533505198999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/02/desejos-e-sonhos.html' title='Desejos e sonhos'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-8674263118624568079</id><published>2009-01-24T00:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:36:33.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SXpgH-wO38I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ODz91rRl7es/s1600-h/caminhos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294650002148089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SXpgH-wO38I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ODz91rRl7es/s320/caminhos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há caminhos que temos de ir em algumas etapas da nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por vezes temos de fazer as escolhas pelos caminhos que devemos seguir,muitas vezes caminhamos e parece que essa estrada não tem fim,outras vezes há que parece que os caminhos se fecharam a meio,mas existem sempre atalhos onde podemos continuar a caminhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo nesta vida tem um caminho por onde podemos seguir,podemos por vezes andar meios perdidos ou a deriva,mas acabamos sempre por achar o tal caminho para o final dessa estrada/caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenho medo de errar pelos caminhos que escolho,pois com os erros se aprendem muita coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou de bem com a vida,mas sinto que ainda há muitos caminhos que tenho de percorrer para encontrar o final dessa estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que o caminho que voces encontrem seja o da felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-8674263118624568079?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/8674263118624568079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=8674263118624568079&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8674263118624568079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/8674263118624568079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SXpgH-wO38I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ODz91rRl7es/s72-c/caminhos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1357401936404718897</id><published>2009-01-19T00:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:51:27.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Facetas Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SXPJxn0PbfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JP6k9PAK4UY/s1600-h/facetas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292795841429335538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SXPJxn0PbfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JP6k9PAK4UY/s320/facetas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Durante a nossa vida existem varias facetas que se vão mostrando,umas mais tristes outras mais alegres,outras deprimentes,outras há que são uma misturade tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mim sempre me rotularam como uma pessoa antipatica á primeira vista,pois não sou de dar muita confiança a quem não conheço.Mas depois de ir conhecendo e convivendo a opinião muda completamente.E a custa de ser como sou já criei muito boas amizades,que de uma impressão que tinham com a convivencia logo começaram a pensar de uma maneira muito diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez pensem que sou como sou a primeira vista,por ser uma pessoa muito fechada,mas quem tem a minha amizade sabe que sou uma pessoa que só não faz mais pelo proximo porque não pode.As amizades para mim são todas muito especiais cada uma á sua maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenho muitos amigos ,mas os que tenho são bons e agradeço por isso,todos eles sabem que podem contar comigo seja para o que for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A todos os meus amigos de coração agradeço a vossa amizade e o vosso carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as vezes até podemos andar muito em baixo,mas quando existem amigos verdadeiros ,a vida torna se muito mais descomplicada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo vos uma optima semana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1357401936404718897?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1357401936404718897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SXPJxn0PbfI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JP6k9PAK4UY/s72-c/facetas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2205567390608129647</id><published>2009-01-16T00:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:52:52.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Existencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr64NI33qUo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr64NI33qUo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Porque a vida é um mundo de sonhos e recordações.Mas aquilo que vivemos é uma ajuda para podermos continuar e lembrar que o amanhã existe embora continuando a ser uma incognita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2205567390608129647?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2205567390608129647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2205567390608129647&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2205567390608129647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2205567390608129647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SW0rOTDhrnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_oOJ4guTL2U/s320/RefPhotoRoseBlue%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MÃE ja passa da meia noite,hoje fazes aninhos 50 mais precisamente.Tens sido uma boa mãe sempre preocupada comigo e com o meu irmão.És boa ouvinte e boa amiga,és o nosso porto seguro,onde podemos pousar com segurança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe és nica e especial és a minha mãe,tenho muito orgulho em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada pelos valores que sempre me passaste,hoje em dia se sou uma boa pessoa aprendi muito contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agradeço por ter uma MÃe como tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijo meu,do meu mano e do pai muito grandes porque tu mereces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1089307007043069716?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1089307007043069716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1089307007043069716&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1089307007043069716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1089307007043069716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/01/parabens-me.html' title='Parabens MÃE'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SW0rOTDhrnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_oOJ4guTL2U/s72-c/RefPhotoRoseBlue%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2805769743715496313</id><published>2009-01-09T13:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:01:48.285Z</updated><title type='text'>No dia de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWdXepwfk3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/992ja1_JYSQ/s1600-h/natal-baixaki-boneco-de-neve800%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292471486878578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWdXepwfk3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/992ja1_JYSQ/s320/natal-baixaki-boneco-de-neve800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; o frio chegou para ficar,e é tanto que cá no Porto ja vai nevando,coisa que não é muito vulgar de se ver nesta cidade,estão a imaginar que isto esta mesmo de bater o dentinho com o frio.&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/5542697018697215655-2805769743715496313?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2805769743715496313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2805769743715496313&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2805769743715496313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2805769743715496313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/01/nevar.html' title='No dia de hoje'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWdXepwfk3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/992ja1_JYSQ/s72-c/natal-baixaki-boneco-de-neve800%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2771264865143605918</id><published>2009-01-06T23:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:45:40.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWPkpwzce6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4arqtarLZvk/s1600-h/mariposavolandokt7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288321793589541794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWPkpwzce6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4arqtarLZvk/s320/mariposavolandokt7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As vezes pensamos que a nossa vida esta mal,mas muitas vezes o que esta mal é aquilo que nós fazemos da nossa vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sê livre e dá asas a liberdade que a vida te proporciona,só temos uma para viver,e neste mundo existem tantas coisas boas que podem superar as más que nos acontecem,se olharmos em nosso redor temos pessoas que nos amam e que nos dão valor,e ficam felizes se estivermos felizes.Um sorriso,um carinho,uma amizade,um grande amor,tudo são motivos para podermos mostrar a vida que temos 1000 sorrisos para dar todos os dias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Problemas quem não os tem?E se em vez de problemas pensarmos que é uma dificuldade,que nos apareceu que é preciso ultrapassar digamos assim "uma pedra no sapato" que se pode remover,conseguimos encarar melhor a situação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A vida é um jogo,por vezes inacabado,e porque não fazer desse jogo uma grande vitoria que fomos aprendendo a ganhar etapa a etapa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-2771264865143605918?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2771264865143605918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2771264865143605918&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2771264865143605918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2771264865143605918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWPkpwzce6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4arqtarLZvk/s72-c/mariposavolandokt7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3965602256353947873</id><published>2009-01-04T23:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:23:48.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã recomeça o trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWFB3xpG2kI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vgnkSwX4iRc/s1600-h/volta%2520ao%2520trabalho%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287579863984036418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWFB3xpG2kI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vgnkSwX4iRc/s320/volta%2520ao%2520trabalho%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem isto de se voltar ao trabalho após uma semaninha de ferias,tem muito que se lhe diga,amanhã la sigo eu o meu rumo,mas o que tem de ser tem muita força,embora eu não esteja la com muita força principalmente de vontade.Eu que ainda nem sequer me recompus bem das festas, não há direito,fazerem uma coisa destas,eu ainda não comecei e ja me sinto cansada,as minhas pernas até tremem só de pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E para animar mais a festa o meu carrinho esta no médico,esta se a recompor,apanhou ca uma gripe,daquelas mesmo,e eu é que tenho de pagar a receita,eram medicamentos que nunca mais acabavam credo,e a quantia que quando eu a vi acho que fiquei mais doente do que o carro,se tudo correr bem ele sai do internamento no sabado,a ver vamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De mal o menos haja saude e muita alegria e boa disposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E neste novo ano façam todos por serem felizes:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-3965602256353947873?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3965602256353947873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3965602256353947873&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3965602256353947873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3965602256353947873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2009/01/amanh-recomea-o-trabalho.html' title='Amanhã recomeça o trabalho'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SWFB3xpG2kI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vgnkSwX4iRc/s72-c/volta%2520ao%2520trabalho%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-495372241488476803</id><published>2008-12-31T02:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:20:35.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Um 2009 em grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVrWewn9WCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PLvMgE-EQa0/s1600-h/felizanonovo%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285772936609617954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVrWewn9WCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PLvMgE-EQa0/s320/felizanonovo%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E o novo ano ai esta a porta.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que toda a gente saia de 2008 em grande e entrem em 2009 ainda melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sejam todos muito,mas muito felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-495372241488476803?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/495372241488476803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=495372241488476803&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/495372241488476803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/495372241488476803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-2009-em-grande.html' title='Um 2009 em grande'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVrWewn9WCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PLvMgE-EQa0/s72-c/felizanonovo%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-1324678063622574251</id><published>2008-12-29T00:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:31:35.062Z</updated><title type='text'>Dias complicados!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVgUi6f3MYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FFkdJhfeLIk/s1600-h/bebe.triste%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284996752770281858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVgUi6f3MYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FFkdJhfeLIk/s320/bebe.triste%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexta feira toca o telemovel,noticia o meu rabbit vai para o hospital,saiu de la com os dois olhos tapados,causado pelo trabalho,levei o a casa,vim embora sossegada para casa,quando a meio da vci o meu carro parou totalmente,desespero total,quase me batiam,consegui po lo a trabalhar,e la continuei fiz mais ou menos 8 km em primeira com o carro a dar as ultimas,consegui estaciona lo em segurança a beira da rotunda do freixo 2 horas da manhã o rabbit sem poder conduzir,infelizmente e eu com os nervos a flor da pele,deixei la o carro e liguei a uma amiga que prontamente veio ter comigo e segui o meu caminho a pé freixo acima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devia ter parado o carro logo no momento que ele parou na vci,mas talvez por ingenuidade, e pelos nervos continuei,agora tenho um concerto no carro para fazer que não sei se vale a pena concerta lo ou comprar um novo a ver vamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O melhor disto tudo é que valha me ao menos que estou de ferias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que tinha umas contas a ajustar com a vida mas será que já não paguei a minha factura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero entrar em 2009 melhor do que o que estou a sair de 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejam todos muito felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-1324678063622574251?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/1324678063622574251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=1324678063622574251&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1324678063622574251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/1324678063622574251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/dias-complicados.html' title='Dias complicados!!!!'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVgUi6f3MYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FFkdJhfeLIk/s72-c/bebe.triste%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7791201879715286820</id><published>2008-12-24T00:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:54:17.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVGHv5b06zI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vEiIzcbwUZY/s1600-h/natal_com_os_anjos_helperspic%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283153094823439154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVGHv5b06zI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vEiIzcbwUZY/s320/natal_com_os_anjos_helperspic%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desejo um excelente Natal,para todos,acompanhados das pessoas que amam e que vos amam a voces.&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/5542697018697215655-7791201879715286820?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7791201879715286820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7791201879715286820&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7791201879715286820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7791201879715286820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-natal.html' title='Bom Natal'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVGHv5b06zI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vEiIzcbwUZY/s72-c/natal_com_os_anjos_helperspic%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-543642547556871790</id><published>2008-12-21T23:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:10:52.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SU7XEaepOuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fZdsSWazcTI/s1600-h/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282395883779472098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SU7XEaepOuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fZdsSWazcTI/s320/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este foi um fim de semana alucinante para mim,recebi uma das melhores prendas que alguem me podia ter dado,a sua presença.Nem todas as prendas para serem boas tem de ser materias,"a minha anjinha"veio fazer uma visita,com ela trouxe a alegria carinho e boa disposição,que a caracterizam,mas conseguiu me por de lagrimita e sabes bem que sim e porque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há pessoas que passam pela nossa vida e não deixam nada,outras passam e deixam tudo,outras como tu "I"não passam ficam para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que todos saibam,ela não é uma pessoa é um anjo disfarçado de mulher,"a minha anjinha da guarda"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-543642547556871790?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/543642547556871790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=543642547556871790&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/543642547556871790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/543642547556871790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SU7XEaepOuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fZdsSWazcTI/s72-c/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-759575782293755537</id><published>2008-12-21T17:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:13:54.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Historia de encontrar a circular (parte 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E la fui eu ter ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SU6BXm2bGDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/DE_EAqQX1J0/s1600-h/DSC_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282301655517960242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SU6BXm2bGDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/DE_EAqQX1J0/s320/DSC_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;para uma big surpresa,bem preparada,e com a ajuda do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://nosnaotemosquemaspodemosse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr_rabbit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Esta historia continuara num blog perto de voces ainda hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-759575782293755537?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/759575782293755537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=759575782293755537&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/759575782293755537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/759575782293755537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/historia-de-encontrar-circular-parte-4.html' title='Historia de encontrar a circular (parte 4)'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SU6BXm2bGDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/DE_EAqQX1J0/s72-c/DSC_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4559359842368811909</id><published>2008-12-10T23:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:03:45.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Musica natalicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbKEzf55b04&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbKEzf55b04&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESta é provavelmente uma das melhores musicas de natal que eu conheço,com 3 vozes fantasticas,além de que todas aquelas crianças lindas contribuem com as suas lindas vozes,mostrando,que não deve existir racismo,nem diferenças seja com o que for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Todos nós somos pessoas diferentes,mas ainda bem. E porque não nos respeitamos todos como somos,mais de idade,mais novos,de pele escura,de pele clara,não interessa todos somos seres humanos,vamos deixar estas guerras de parte,e dar o direito a toda a gente a ser igual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-4559359842368811909?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4559359842368811909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4559359842368811909&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4559359842368811909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4559359842368811909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Musica natalicia'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6040542345619802356</id><published>2008-12-08T02:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:34:00.102Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/STyAuTWEvHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/F7G7woQ8Wcs/s1600-h/sonho-liberdade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277234396326575218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/STyAuTWEvHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/F7G7woQ8Wcs/s320/sonho-liberdade%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lilipat 2008 fez me um desafio,há ja alguns dias não tenho tido tempo para o fazer,mas hoje ca vai ele,tenho de responder a tudo musicalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1ºTinha de postar uma imagem minha,vou fazer batota porque não é uma imagem minha,mas é o que mais me define,sensação de liberdade.A imagem é a de cima.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2º - Escolher um cantor, cantora ou banda: Xutos e Pontapes, do melhor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 3ºResponder a 10 questões utilizando nomes de músicas do cantor, cantora, banda escolhido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ÈS homem/mulher - Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descreve te - Teimosia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que as pessoas acham de ti - Prisão em si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como descreves o teu ultimo relacionamento - Contentores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descreve o estado actual da tua relação - para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde querias estar agora - Dá um mergulho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que pensas a respeito do amor - Desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como é a tua vida - Has de ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que pedirias se tivesses um unico desejo - A minha maneira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escreve uma frase sabia - Longa se torna a espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Desafio feito,agora que todos os blogueiros se considerem desafiados:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6040542345619802356?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6040542345619802356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6040542345619802356&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6040542345619802356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6040542345619802356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/12/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/STyAuTWEvHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/F7G7woQ8Wcs/s72-c/sonho-liberdade%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6764774632112532726</id><published>2008-11-23T23:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:04:48.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Miminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SSnt2et9QII/AAAAAAAAAhg/UklgnorisTA/s1600-h/blog%2Bpr%25C3%25A9mio%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272006359028416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SSnt2et9QII/AAAAAAAAAhg/UklgnorisTA/s320/blog%2Bpr%25C3%25A9mio%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este foi um miminho oferecido pela &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;menina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ao qual eu agradeço imenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ofereço a todos os que visitam o meu cantinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-6764774632112532726?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6764774632112532726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6764774632112532726&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6764774632112532726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6764774632112532726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/11/miminho.html' title='Miminho'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SSnt2et9QII/AAAAAAAAAhg/UklgnorisTA/s72-c/blog%2Bpr%25C3%25A9mio%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-4913221093745107278</id><published>2008-11-18T00:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:14:26.077Z</updated><title type='text'>MENINO DE NINGUÈM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SSIFx7Oe4wI/AAAAAAAAAhY/G-wsvOViCmY/s1600-h/menino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269780869247066882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SSIFx7Oe4wI/AAAAAAAAAhY/G-wsvOViCmY/s320/menino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rosto mal lavado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menino amargurado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrastando se pela rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vive a verdade nua e crua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o peso do abandono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um ciclo sem retorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mão estendida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem casa ou guarida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menino de ninguém,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que gostava de ser de alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roubaram lhe o sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o seu presente é medonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para cobertor um papelão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os sapatos são o chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menino perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menino fugido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que vagueia sem norte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao rumo da sua sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na idade de jogar peão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pede a quem lhe dê um pão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos olhos a ingenuidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;propria da sua idade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procura quem o possa aconchegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e amor lhe possa dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da rua quer sair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas não tem para onde ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joana Moreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porque as vezes pensamos que estamos de mal com a vida,mas há que esteja bem pior do que nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5542697018697215655-4913221093745107278?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/4913221093745107278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=4913221093745107278&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4913221093745107278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/4913221093745107278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/11/menino-de-ningum.html' title='MENINO DE NINGUÈM'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SSIFx7Oe4wI/AAAAAAAAAhY/G-wsvOViCmY/s72-c/menino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-7409498753130970333</id><published>2008-11-13T00:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:24:36.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRtxG-0Q3LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/q6bKj-Rwbl0/s1600-h/flames%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267928553895287986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRtxG-0Q3LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/q6bKj-Rwbl0/s320/flames%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha quem diga que quem brinca com o fogo acaba por se queimar,e se esta teoria estiver errada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas vezes quem brinca com o "fogo"pode acabar por se feliz uma vida inteira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em momentos da nossa vida apenas acendemos a chama e deixamos que o fogo nos envolva,e deixamo nos levar,levar,levar até que nos apercebemos que aquela chama jamais se apagará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a chama da vida,umas vezes brilha mais outras vai tentando apagar se,mas a realidade é que permanece sempre acesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-7409498753130970333?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/7409498753130970333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=7409498753130970333&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7409498753130970333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/7409498753130970333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/11/fogo.html' title='Fogo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRtxG-0Q3LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/q6bKj-Rwbl0/s72-c/flames%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-3625031544130101556</id><published>2008-11-09T23:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:28:46.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Dialogar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRduIDBjQ5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/MrfX_2ihGHU/s1600-h/dialogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266799373762904978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRduIDBjQ5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/MrfX_2ihGHU/s320/dialogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bem o mau feitio ja me passou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As vezes precisamos é de um pouco de tempo e espaço,para nos compreendermos a nos mesmos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hoje tive um dialogo com alguem que estava a precisar ha muito,eu sempre me habituei a ser fechada e não contar nada do que se passa comigo a ninguem,mas percebi que não podia estar mais errada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um dialogo serve para expormos tudo,principalmente se for um dialogo muito construtivo,como hoje foi o meu,que serviu para por os chamados pontos nos is,e ver o que estava errado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quando duas partes tem um dialogo sobre tudo e mais alguma coisa,muitas vezes serve para remendarmos certos erros que vamos cometendo.Prometi a mim mesma que quando achar necessario vamos dialogar sobre o que nos inquieta,acho que era isso mesmo que estava a faltar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Depois disto posso dizer que me voltei a encontrar comigo mesma coisa que ja não sabia o que era a algum tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tenho de agradecer a alguem tambem,pelos conselhos,porque tem mais experiencia de vida do que eu,porque me ouviu os desabafos,e me transmitiu paz,no que me disse.A ti "I" um muito obrigada,pelas palavras e pela amiga que tens mostrado ser...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uma boa semana e sejam todos muito felizes,porque eu hoje sinto me feliz e em paz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542697018697215655-3625031544130101556?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/3625031544130101556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=3625031544130101556&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3625031544130101556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/3625031544130101556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/11/bem-o-mau-feitio-ja-me-passou.html' title='Dialogar'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRduIDBjQ5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/MrfX_2ihGHU/s72-c/dialogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-6370517995319317486</id><published>2008-11-05T21:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:49:46.742Z</updated><title type='text'>mau feitio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRIS85V1UgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YrsSbZ6CiL4/s1600-h/mau+feitio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265291751743377922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRIS85V1UgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YrsSbZ6CiL4/s320/mau+feitio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje estou num daqueles dias com mau feitio,poucas vezes isto acontece,mas para que ninguem sofra com isso isolo me,ja me conheço o suficiente para saber que acabo por dizer "asneirada" as pessoas que mais gosto quando estou assim,por isso prefiro meter me no meu cantinho e reflectir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguem tem de levar comigo,e ja sei o que  dizem feitiozinho da merda que ela tem,paciencia,nem todos os dias são iguais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas isto passa só que há dias que só me apetece fugir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5542697018697215655-6370517995319317486?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/6370517995319317486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=6370517995319317486&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6370517995319317486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/6370517995319317486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/11/mau-feitio.html' title='mau feitio'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SRIS85V1UgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YrsSbZ6CiL4/s72-c/mau+feitio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542697018697215655.post-2892612457242423257</id><published>2008-11-02T23:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:56:06.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Grito mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SQ49WJ7013I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8ZkSCoXjS-I/s1600-h/pecado2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264212465275950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SQ49WJ7013I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8ZkSCoXjS-I/s320/pecado2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quantas vezes ja te sentiste acorrentado/a,com vontade de gritar e o maximo que podes fazer é dar um "grito mudo" e enfrentar as coisas como se nada se estivesse a passar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UMa boa semana para todos,amanhã já é segunda,BUH&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/5542697018697215655-2892612457242423257?l=ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/feeds/2892612457242423257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542697018697215655&amp;postID=2892612457242423257&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2892612457242423257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542697018697215655/posts/default/2892612457242423257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasoltas-ju.blogspot.com/2008/11/grito-mudo.html' title='Grito mudo'/><author><name>joana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00023331165425195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SVjt5htUAcI/AAAAAAAAAig/Ywb8b-H0Y14/S220/anjo7%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8X-JrYNEVs/SQ49WJ7013I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8ZkSCoXjS-I/s72-c/pecado2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry></feed>
