<?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-4372309485720158803</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:56:24.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto só a mim...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-9058018827954447934</id><published>2009-07-07T15:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:35:29.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será esta a minha maldição???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/SlNcuLXmN2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MyWf8LMduqM/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355726330269153122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/SlNcuLXmN2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MyWf8LMduqM/s320/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Existem dúvidas na nossa vida, que se tornam quase existenciais! Eu ando com uma dessas dúvidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Adoro ajudar os outros a resolverem os seus problemas amorosos, dou conselhos, direcciono para as melhores alternativas, ajudo a que as pessoas não sofram tanto, e até aí tudo muito bem. A questão é que não consigo fazer isso comigo mesma, será normal???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Quando o caso é comigo, pareço uma miúda perdida, sem saber o que fazer, e acreditem que me lembro de tudo o que digo às outras pessoas, mas comigo parece nunca resultar, é tão estranho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Porque será que os problemas dos outros aos nossos olhos são meras questões, completamente resolucionáveis, e os nossos são verdadeiras montanhas intransponíveis!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Fico sempre na dúvida, serei mesmo talhada para amar, ou só para sofrer? É que não sei mesmo lidar com isto tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Sei que tenho algum jeito para casamenteira, e penso que sofro da maldição de todas elas, não consigo se-lo para mim, não acho normal! lolololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Bem, era isto que queria partilhar com vocês hoje, até porque já cá está guardado há algum tempo, e a pedir pa sair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Fica no ar a pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Serão todas as casamenteiras incapazes de se fazerem felizes como fazem os outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4372309485720158803-9058018827954447934?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/9058018827954447934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=9058018827954447934' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/9058018827954447934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/9058018827954447934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera-esta-minha-maldicao.html' title='Será esta a minha maldição???'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/SlNcuLXmN2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/MyWf8LMduqM/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-4181470830663068590</id><published>2008-11-04T15:38:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:15:19.908Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou de volta... xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/SRCQcLE0X-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EIL4a_JZ44M/s1600-h/recorte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866778079846370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/SRCQcLE0X-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EIL4a_JZ44M/s320/recorte.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mais de um ano depois, com grandes mudanças na minha vida, sem mesmo saber se o meu blog ainda o era, resolvi VOLTAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esta vida não é para brincadeiras..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao longo deste último ano muita coisa mudou, tanto na minha vida como em mim :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passei de finalista a repetente, sem garantias de acabar um curso que de pouco ou nada me irá servir para o meu futuro! Perspectivas... Não tenho bem a certeza de que as tenho, mas pelo menos ficam as vontades de seguir em frente e acima de tudo ser feliz :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16 quilos, e a contar, mais leve, sinto-me como se o meu trabalho rumo à imperfeita "perfeição" apenas tivesse começado, mas eu chego lá, a vontade comanda a vida e tudo aquilo que queremos é alcançável, se não total, pelo menos parcialmente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Continuo a querer ser feliz, uns dias mais outros menos, mas sigo em frente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Obrigado a todos os que me apoiam pelo caminho,e a quem me atrapalha também tenho que agradecer, as dificuldades dão sal à vida, e aumentam a vontade de alcançar o sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bjokas gands para todos :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372309485720158803-4181470830663068590?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/4181470830663068590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=4181470830663068590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4181470830663068590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4181470830663068590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2008/11/estou-de-volta-xd.html' title='Estou de volta... xD'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/SRCQcLE0X-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EIL4a_JZ44M/s72-c/recorte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-2122228701195555784</id><published>2007-10-15T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:42:07.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RxPspfcp1qI/AAAAAAAAABY/bsS4jjQ4HH8/s1600-h/100_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121697398810859170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RxPspfcp1qI/AAAAAAAAABY/bsS4jjQ4HH8/s400/100_5616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nova cara do Blog, só para mudar um bocadinho, até porque já merecia isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOOOOOLLLLLOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E que meus blogueiros lindos, correu tudo bem nesta minha longa ausência? Espero mesmo que sim, porque na minha vida anda tudo ao contrário, como sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sei que já devem estar cansados de me ouvir a lamentar-me, mas eu prometo que dentro em breve o meu "muro das lamentações" vai ter um descanso!!! Mas como a minha depressão ainda não acabou, venho mais uma vez desabafar, já que não consigo falar com mais ninguém!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Estamos em fim de época de praxes, já praxei um pouquinho, já me diverti, já adorei, já odiei... Mas as aulas também têm o seu lugar, pois é... Reprovei, nada de mais, até porque já contava com isso, quem brinca um ano inteiro tem que sofrer as consequências!!! Apenas adio mais um ano a minha entrada no duro mercado do trabalho, menos um ano de caixa se supermercado ou coisa pior... Não que eu ache que trabalhar numa caixa de supermercado, qualquer trabalho é digno, desde que seja honesto, mas não me sinto preparada para deixar de ter todos os privilégios que tenho agora, acho que me compreendem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Depois de umas férias a trabalhar, acho que não quero fazê-lo a tempo inteiro por muito tempo, não quero a prisão, e não sei o que é ganhar dinheiro porque não o ganhei, não fiquei com o bichinho da liberdade financeira!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mudando de assunto, sabem uma coisa (vou falar baixinho, porque não quero cusquices...) sinto muita falta de amar alguém, sinto falta de ouvir coisas bonitas, sinto falta de beijar... Acho que toda a gente já se sentiu assim, ou não? Não pensem que por isso tenho medo da solidão, muito pelo contrário, eu não me importo nada de ter o meu espaço, mas por vezes aquele ombro faz muita falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Acho que por hoje já chega de lamurias e lamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muitos jinhus e abraços para todos, obrigada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Luísa Couto&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/4372309485720158803-2122228701195555784?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/2122228701195555784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=2122228701195555784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/2122228701195555784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/2122228701195555784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/10/voltei.html' title='Voltei... :)'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RxPspfcp1qI/AAAAAAAAABY/bsS4jjQ4HH8/s72-c/100_5616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-4787120288346171220</id><published>2007-09-21T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:29:26.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RvREpiRwGoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TkLvRVtIufo/s1600-h/300x380.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112786957338942082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RvREpiRwGoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TkLvRVtIufo/s400/300x380.gif" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To really love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To understand her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got to know her deep inside ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hear every thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See every dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And give her wings when she wants to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell her that she's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To really love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let her hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till you know how she needs to be touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got to breathe her, really taste her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Til you can feel her in your blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know you really love a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell her that she's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that you'll always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got to give her some faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hold her tight, a little tenderness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got to treat her right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She will be there for you taking good care of you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You really gotta love your woman yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know you really love a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell her that she's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh Just tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para mim, esta foi uma das músicas que me marcou na vida, acho que todos os homens deveriam lê-la, e quem sabe aprender algo com esta letra tão linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Homens, por favor, pensem bem antes de fazerem qualquer coisa as vossas amadas... E façam-nas sentir bem, porque terão tudo o que quiserem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bjinhus e abraços!!! ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luísa Couto&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/4372309485720158803-4787120288346171220?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/4787120288346171220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=4787120288346171220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4787120288346171220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4787120288346171220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/09/bryan-adams-have-you-ever-really-loved.html' title='Bryan Adams - Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RvREpiRwGoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TkLvRVtIufo/s72-c/300x380.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-4023067824941001932</id><published>2007-09-11T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:29:21.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know (Ping Pong Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RubsXA3h5AI/AAAAAAAAABI/wwrhAsblwDA/s1600-h/enrike+iglesias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109030707412460546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RubsXA3h5AI/AAAAAAAAABI/wwrhAsblwDA/s400/enrike+iglesias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do you know?Do you know?Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;If birds flying south is a sign of changesAt least you can predict this every yearLove, you never know the minute it ends suddenlyI can’t get it to speakMaybe if I knew all the things it took to save usI could fix the pain that bleeds inside of meLook in your eyes to see something about meI’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?How can I love you?How can I love you?How can I love you?If you just don’t talk to me, babe.&lt;br /&gt;I flow through my actThere's a question: Is she needed?And decide all the man I can ever be.Looking at the last 3 years like I didI could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know?)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face no more on my pillowIs a scene that’s never ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know?)&lt;br /&gt;But after this episode I don’t seeYou could never tell the next thing life could be&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know?)(Do you know?)(Do you know?)(Do you know?)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?(Do you know how it feels?)Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?(Do you know how it feels?)&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ora aí está um senhor que já deu provas de que é capaz de se reinventar!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu considero-o um verdadeiro macho latino, apesar dos rumores pouco favoráveis... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Meninas escutem esta voz, e digam lá que não vos toca ao ouvido, que não vos dá um arrepio na espinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Acredito que nenhuma mulher pode ficar indiferente ao sussuro, que parece quase ser dito no nosso pescoço, e com aquela voz de cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ai,ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muitos beijinhos e abraços... (hihihihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Luísa Couto&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/4372309485720158803-4023067824941001932?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/4023067824941001932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=4023067824941001932' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4023067824941001932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4023067824941001932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/09/enrique-iglesias-do-you-know-ping-pong.html' title='Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know (Ping Pong Song)'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RubsXA3h5AI/AAAAAAAAABI/wwrhAsblwDA/s72-c/enrike+iglesias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-1111938374334338753</id><published>2007-08-30T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:57:48.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RtdLBQ3h4_I/AAAAAAAAABA/WfLCWxTl1VE/s1600-h/Imagem+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104631187727574002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RtdLBQ3h4_I/AAAAAAAAABA/WfLCWxTl1VE/s400/Imagem+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero apenas deixar uma mensagem, como forma de agradecimento aquelas pessoas que me fizeram comentários!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu prometo que dentro em breve irei deixar um nos vossos blogs, juro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Obrigado pelas palavras de apoio, que tanto me fazem bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Obrigada VF, .:Márcio:. e Visão Caleidoscópica!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vocês já têm um lugarzinho no meu coração!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muitos beijinhos pros 3!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luísa Couto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S.: VF, podes ouvir a música linda aqui...  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=di0WaVZJjnM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=di0WaVZJjnM&lt;/a&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/4372309485720158803-1111938374334338753?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/1111938374334338753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=1111938374334338753' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/1111938374334338753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/1111938374334338753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/08/quero-apenas-deixar-uma-mensagem-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RtdLBQ3h4_I/AAAAAAAAABA/WfLCWxTl1VE/s72-c/Imagem+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-8192686273421979122</id><published>2007-08-25T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:17:58.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abri os olhos - Sandy e Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Rs9myw3h4-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3B9t8j7y5zg/s1600-h/juju.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102409925131363298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Rs9myw3h4-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3B9t8j7y5zg/s400/juju.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais do que eu quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais do que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E sei do que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Só não sei viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem querer ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais do que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E o fato é o ato da procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E a cura não existe só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O que era certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nem sempre era o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Abri os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assisto em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Até o que eu não quero enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não sei afastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A dor de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que o saber não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Só não sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se esse meu ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se pode explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Enquanto eu penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tanto, entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O que é mais fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O que era certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A sempre questionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Abri os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assisto em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Até o que eu não quero enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Abri os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assisto em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Até o que eu não quero enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ah, ah...Ah, ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais do que eu quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais do que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E sei do que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Abri os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assisto em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Até o que eu não quero enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Abri os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assisto em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Até o que eu não quero enxergar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Letra e música: Sandy Lima e Lucas Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Esta é apenas umas das novas músicas da Dupla Sandy e Júnior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Achei linda, espero que também gostem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jinhus gands pra todos Luísa Couto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4372309485720158803-8192686273421979122?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/8192686273421979122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=8192686273421979122' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/8192686273421979122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/8192686273421979122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/08/abri-os-olhos-sandy-e-junior.html' title='Abri os olhos - Sandy e Junior'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Rs9myw3h4-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3B9t8j7y5zg/s72-c/juju.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-4219176169972310910</id><published>2007-08-24T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:19:21.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas e Novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Rs4cTg3h49I/AAAAAAAAAAs/v0cX4ocvkP4/s1600-h/03-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102046549423285202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Rs4cTg3h49I/AAAAAAAAAAs/v0cX4ocvkP4/s400/03-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois é, eu sei que não tenho dado noticias, mas é que apesar deste ser um tempo que todos dizem de férias, a verdade é que eu não tenho parado um segundo! É que a minha vida tem sido de casa p'ró trabalho, do trabalho p'ra casa; ando sem tempo para nada, nem sequer para ir ao café, que era uma coisa que eu não dispensava (já nem pareço eu, chego a casa e só me apetece ir dormir...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu já pareço uma dona-de-casa trabalhadora, é um acumular de funções, entre o trabalho da loja e o trabalho de casa, como cozinhar, arrumar... Sinceramente, neste momento só preciso de dois dias de descanso, só quero umas mini-férias, acho que não estou a pedir muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas mudando de assunto, tenho algumas novidades, umas boas e outras não tão boas, mas enfim... Na semana passada soube que ia ser "tia emprestada" outra vez, é que uma das minhas amigas está grávida, no inicio a notícia foi um pouco chocante, mas nada que não se ultrapasse e se torne numa óptima notícia, afinal,um bebé é sempre um bebé!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Também vivi um episódio "menos bom", pelo menos no meu ponto de vista. Tive que ir com uma outra amiga comprar a pílula do dia seguinte! No momento em que ela veio ter comigo fiquei em choque, mas não lhe podia recusar a ajuda que ela tanto estava a precisar! Mas depois de tudo feito só me apetecia espancá-la, abaná-la... Sei lá, não acho normal que uma pessoa que tem acesso a tanta informação, tenha uma atitude desta irresponsabilidade. Eu não percebo a minha geração, acho que somos a geração do "só acontece aos outros", não me entra na cabeça como os jovens, que supostamente são bem (in)formados, tomem este tipo de atitudes e ponham em risco a própria vida e a dos outros! Sim, até porque uma gravidez não desejada seria a melhor coisa que podia acontecer, tendo em vista as doenças que se podem apanhar nestes casos. Eu só de ouvir a palavra SIDA já me dá arrepios, como podem eles arriscar tanto por tão pouco??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Só espero que isto não se repita, e que aprendam com os erros dos outros, para que estes não sejam iguais com vocês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recebi esta semana uma novidade, que é ao mesmo tempo muito boa e extremamente má! Os meus dois amores, Sandy e Júnior, lançaram no Brasil o ÚLTIMO CD da sua carreira como dupla!!! Foi muito triste para mim, mas agora já consigo compreender o porquê desta separação, isto teria que acontecer mais tarde ou mais cedo, eles estão em momentos da vida diferentes, e têm que seguir o que o coração lhes manda!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aproveito este espaço que pode ser público, para lhes prestar uma homenagem sentida e sincera, e sabendo que nunca será lida pelos destinatários tem igualmente um enorme significado para mim... Esta duas pessoas maravilhosas significam muito para mim, as suas músicas foram muitas vezes um refúgio para mim, uma zona neutra e calma quando a dor apertava. Eles foram a minha tábua de salvação no meu naufrágio pessoal, que parecia sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A eles o meu muito OBRIGADA, pelos momentos de alívio que me proporcionaram, mesmo separados eles continuarão a existir em conjunto no meu coração!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora que já vos dei as noticias e as novidades da minha vida, despeço-me, com as lágrimas nos olhos pela despedida que aqui expus, e que ainda me parece não ser real, acho que só me mentalizarei do fim em Dezembro, quando o último concerto for dado, e a última entrevista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muito obrigada a todos os que lerem esta mensagem, e um até breve, pra quem achar que vale a pena ler o que escrevo. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muitos beijinhos, Luísa Couto&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/4372309485720158803-4219176169972310910?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/4219176169972310910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=4219176169972310910' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4219176169972310910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/4219176169972310910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/08/novas-e-novidades.html' title='Novas e Novidades'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Rs4cTg3h49I/AAAAAAAAAAs/v0cX4ocvkP4/s72-c/03-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-749651304872093050</id><published>2007-07-16T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:33:50.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de mudar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nada de novo a dizer, como sempre, mas achei que devia vir aqui dizer qualquer coisa, nem que seja algo que não interessa a ninguém…&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida não tem mudado muito, tive uma apresentação de dança do ventre no dia 14 (sábado) e acho que não correu muito mal, em breve deverei por algumas fotos aqui e no HI5, n sei como estão porque não as vi!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez estou pelos cabelos com o pessoal da minha casa, todos os dias ouço as mesmas palavras quando chegam a casa, mesmo que tenha arrumado a casa toda, teimam em mandar-me arrumar a cozinha ou o que quer que lhes venha a cabeça! Estou a um pequeno passo de ficar maluca, o que depois de ter sido diagnosticada com uma depressão, sem que tenha sido curada, não ajuda muito, e não digo isto a rir-me, mas com as lágrimas “à porta”, apesar de nunca chorar. Começo a ficar verdadeiramente farta de tudo o que se passa à minha volta, por mais que eu faça nunca é suficiente, e depois volta tudo ao inicio…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a minha vida não é nada do que eu quero, mas sim uma junção de opiniões e mandamentos de outros, que nunca se preocupam em perguntar-me o que realmente quero, ou quando perguntam já é demasiado tarde para voltar atrás. Acho que todos já se sentiram assim um dia na vida, mas para aqueles que o sentem todos s dias como eu, acreditem, eu compreendo perfeitamente o que sentem.&lt;br /&gt;Se as pessoas soubessem as vezes que eu já pensei em desistir de tudo e mudar a minha vida completamente ficariam espantados. Eu já pensei em desistir da Universidade, mas falta-me a coragem de saltar para onde não há rede de segurança, porque toda a minha vida tive uma rede que me dizia o que fazer, como fazer…&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de respirar, de ter um fôlego novo na minha vida, não sei bem o que procuro, mas sei que não posso esperar por uma solução criada pelos meus criadores, pois eles apenas me ajudam a complicar ainda mais a minha cabeça e a minha vida!!&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão perdida, mas sei que a única pessoa que me pode encontrar sou eu, e não posso esperar que o façam por mim, como durante toda a minha vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho 20 anos, embora para os meus pais eu continue com 5, eu tento, mas não consigo mostrar-lhes isso. Por esse motivo vivo presa a convenções e preconceitos dos quais não me consigo libertar, pois as correntes são mais fortes do que as poucas forças que me restam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por lerem mais este meu desabafo, que como já disse, pode não interessar a ninguém para além de mim, mas fica aqui, para que se algo de novo acontecer na minha vida, eu possa lê-lo e ver que já estive pior, ou melhor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372309485720158803-749651304872093050?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/749651304872093050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=749651304872093050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/749651304872093050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/749651304872093050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/07/preciso-de-mudar.html' title='Preciso de mudar...'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-5453973368598500904</id><published>2007-06-30T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:34:46.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpem a demora!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoZ4CtQ1OyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VhTUBcIiJzs/s1600-h/cortejo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081881217439447842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoZ4CtQ1OyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VhTUBcIiJzs/s400/cortejo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nesta maldita época, a de exames, que tantas dores de cabeça nos dá, não tenho tido muito tempo para actualizar este blog recém-nascido!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas espero que quem o venha visitar entenda que o tempo é curto, até porque a maioria das pessoas que me visita neste espaço tem a mesma profissão que eu, ou seja, também estuda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As novidades já não são muito frequentes, muito menos na pasmaceira da minha vida, é sempre a mesma mesmice, e perdoem-me a redundância!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;De qualquer maneira, este espaço dá-me a sensação de actulização da minha vida, ou então é mesmo só a certeza de que mesmo que esta página não seja lida por muita gente, alguém aqui deste lado deita pra fora o que lhe vai na alma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se calhar qualquer dia tenho a sorte de ser lida por um editor, que goste da minha escrita... Ou talvez não!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOOOOOOLOOOOOOLOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beijinhos pra todos, e que a vossa vida seja bem melhor que a minha, o que não será muito difícil!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372309485720158803-5453973368598500904?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/5453973368598500904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=5453973368598500904' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/5453973368598500904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/5453973368598500904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/06/desculpem-demora.html' title='Desculpem a demora!!!'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoZ4CtQ1OyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VhTUBcIiJzs/s72-c/cortejo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-8900523708862951340</id><published>2007-06-26T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:52:14.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoE2A1Ki_VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2_eoNWg-NQ0/s1600-h/ptvsc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080401242549845330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoE2A1Ki_VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2_eoNWg-NQ0/s400/ptvsc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=http://www.vitoriasempre.net/vitorianomundo/vitoria-mundo-v8.kml"&gt;http://maps.google.com/maps?q=http://www.vitoriasempre.net/vitorianomundo/vitoria-mundo-v8.kml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pessoal visitem este site, lá podem ver algumas fotos de vitorianos pelo mundo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muito giro mesmo...&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/4372309485720158803-8900523708862951340?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/8900523708862951340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=8900523708862951340' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/8900523708862951340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/8900523708862951340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/06/httpmaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoE2A1Ki_VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2_eoNWg-NQ0/s72-c/ptvsc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-6231120625836897885</id><published>2007-06-26T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:42:50.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque será que sempre que eu dou um passo em frente a vida me empurra para trás, e não me dá a oportunidade de continuar o caminho que eu escolhi para mim?&lt;br /&gt;Começo a ficar um pouco farta da porrada que levo da vida, sempre que alguma coisa me começa a correr bem, há qualquer coisa que acaba por estragar esse momento! É sempre assim, se acho que vou conseguir ter uns momentos de felicidade, algo ou alguém insiste em estraga-los!&lt;br /&gt;Acho que toda a gente já se sentiu axim, mas sentir-se assim constantemente é muito mau…&lt;br /&gt;Na maioria das vezes em que me estou a divertir, algo acontece para estragar esse momento e passo a detestar o sítio onde estou! Eu não quero que tudo na minha vida seja mau, preciso de uma pequena luz no fundo do meu túnel, pois nesta escuridão não posso continuar, ou irei ter a fundo do poço!&lt;br /&gt;Odeio sentir-me assim, não é bom para mim, nem para os que me rodeiam, pois sentem a minha dor e o meu sofrimento…&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes só penso que não devo pensar muito nisto, mas por vezes é difícil controlar a tristeza que sinto!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero ser feliz, será pedir muito?? Acho que toda a gente tem esse direito, e eu sou uma pessoa normal!&lt;br /&gt;Embora por vezes pareça que tudo de mau me passa ao lado, isso é apenas uma capa protectora que eu ponho, para tentar que nada de pior me assole, o que por vezes não resulta para mim, apenas para quem me vê por fora.&lt;br /&gt;Este é apenas um desabafo, para quem me queira ouvir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372309485720158803-6231120625836897885?l=lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/feeds/6231120625836897885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372309485720158803&amp;postID=6231120625836897885' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/6231120625836897885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372309485720158803/posts/default/6231120625836897885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucouto-istosoamim.blogspot.com/2007/06/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo...'/><author><name>Luísa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00710711143643628969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/Sx_uD_RoGLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YrdOPr9AGso/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372309485720158803.post-1638441991505042543</id><published>2007-06-26T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:54:28.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink - Nobody knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoBRv1Ki_UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j_nIP9g5jds/s1600-h/Imagem+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080150261840936258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fl0yEgSta7k/RoBRv1Ki_UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j_nIP9g5jds/s400/Imagem+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows but me that I sometimes cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If I could pretend that I'm asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When my tears start to fallI peak out from behind these walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows, noNobody likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody likes to lose their inner voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The one I used to hear before my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Made a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BabyOh, the secret's safe with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And baby, don't it feel like I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I've lost my way back homeI think nobody knows, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I said nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's win or lose, not how you play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And the road to darkness has a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Of always knowing my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows, no, no, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BabyOh, the secret's safe with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And baby, don't it feel like I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I've lost my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And no, no, no, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be there, my friendI'll wake up and start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When everybody else is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows the rhythm of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The way I do when I'm lying in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And the world is asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Decidi que esta música seria a minha primeira publicação, pois diz muito em tao poukas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No fundo é uma música que me diz muito a mim, espero que gostem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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