<?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-7967610415155902210</id><updated>2011-08-20T08:07:43.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a idade da comoda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-8655487810102976098</id><published>2008-03-22T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:00:42.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica</title><content type='html'>Passas...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo à minha volta pára&lt;br /&gt;Porque mais que o teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;E a beleza do teu traço&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração grita&lt;br /&gt;E teus lábios, teu lume&lt;br /&gt;Imploram o meu abraço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páras.&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração estremece&lt;br /&gt;Porque mais do que o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que o teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Minha pele te suplica&lt;br /&gt;Que vá eu onde for&lt;br /&gt;Seja meu o teu espaço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica! Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-8655487810102976098?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8655487810102976098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=8655487810102976098' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/8655487810102976098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/8655487810102976098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2008/03/fica.html' title='Fica'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-7702741023996221737</id><published>2007-12-24T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:57:07.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_FN0os8IqQ/R2-6ishb8jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mgOW4UcB4gI/s1600-h/tt16_christmas_presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_FN0os8IqQ/R2-6ishb8jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mgOW4UcB4gI/s200/tt16_christmas_presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147538004337488434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Bom Natal para todos, cheio de prendinhas e sorrisos!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todos aqueles a quem posso orgulhar-me de chamar AMIGOS tenham muitas mais prendinhas e sorrisos que outros... mas pronto, é natal... va, sejam todos felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora um Bom Ano! Espero que realizem todos os vossos desejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho especial para o meu amor (hiperespecial)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-7702741023996221737?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7702741023996221737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=7702741023996221737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/7702741023996221737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/7702741023996221737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-bom-natal-para-todos-cheio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_FN0os8IqQ/R2-6ishb8jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mgOW4UcB4gI/s72-c/tt16_christmas_presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-5771157449455091044</id><published>2007-11-21T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:25:44.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama(-me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos passos descalços&lt;br /&gt;Na noite escura&lt;br /&gt;Naquela chama de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Estás tu, meu amor…&lt;br /&gt;Em mil pedaços&lt;br /&gt;E mil laços&lt;br /&gt;Em mil toques&lt;br /&gt;De mil abraços&lt;br /&gt;Em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Meu Amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta chama&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui arde&lt;br /&gt;Reflecte no céu nossa luz&lt;br /&gt;Que dos nossos corpos traduz&lt;br /&gt;Não o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que minto&lt;br /&gt;Mas aquilo que faminto&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração te suplica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me amor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu dou também&lt;br /&gt;E seja princesa ou refém&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua em qualquer parte&lt;br /&gt;E porque não há nada melhor que amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Rouba-me de mim&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo&lt;br /&gt;Pois só assim&lt;br /&gt;Serei feliz…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-5771157449455091044?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-193579615461294664</id><published>2007-11-18T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:05:48.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_FN0os8IqQ/R0D89usRL4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/34N0aUQ6ZqY/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_FN0os8IqQ/R0D8nusRL3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3s5bt1ds73s/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Só para dizer que te amo...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134382240919269266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/11/s-para-dizer-que-te-amo_18.html' title=''/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_FN0os8IqQ/R0D9cesRL5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKIu0twh0jk/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-6572689632831393069</id><published>2007-09-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:19:44.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em memória do maior erro da minha vida</title><content type='html'>Será que a amizade existe?&lt;br /&gt;já várias vezes&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio da minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;o perguntei...&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo nesse silêncio&lt;br /&gt;cabem sons que em segredo&lt;br /&gt;refletem tudo o que eu dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei demais, talvez.&lt;br /&gt;sacrifiquei em vão&lt;br /&gt;tantas horas a tentar ver&lt;br /&gt;no sorriso palhacinho&lt;br /&gt;e na cal do caminho&lt;br /&gt;alguém que não existia&lt;br /&gt;e tal como o coração temia&lt;br /&gt;o negro neguei perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofri.&lt;br /&gt;e ainda hoje doi&lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;br /&gt;massacra&lt;br /&gt;remoi&lt;br /&gt;e a mentira prevalece&lt;br /&gt;mas em mim outra flor cresce&lt;br /&gt;tão diferente da que um dia&lt;br /&gt;mataste com tanta euforia&lt;br /&gt;que qualquer certeza desvanece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado!&lt;br /&gt;deste lado há valor&lt;br /&gt;que não morreu com a dor&lt;br /&gt;renasceu das cinzas e hoje é&lt;br /&gt;tão superior a essa ralé&lt;br /&gt;que tentas bem parecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade existe&lt;br /&gt;Bem viva no quarto ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Ou no verde daquele olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz tantas vezes pensar&lt;br /&gt;Se no teu fim&lt;br /&gt;Que não está tão longe assim&lt;br /&gt;A maldade com que me pintas&lt;br /&gt;Não te doi mais que a mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-6572689632831393069?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/6572689632831393069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=6572689632831393069' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/6572689632831393069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/6572689632831393069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/09/em-memria-do-maior-erro-da-minha-vida.html' title='Em memória do maior erro da minha vida'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-1542861361119991727</id><published>2007-08-31T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:02:48.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem me dera</title><content type='html'>Quem me dera ser estrela&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Como ela&lt;br /&gt;Aquela brilhante que da janela&lt;br /&gt;Cintila ao anoitecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ser&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera para sempre ver&lt;br /&gt;De lá do alto&lt;br /&gt;Quase do infinito&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos como dois mundos&lt;br /&gt;Tão lindos e tão profundos&lt;br /&gt;Onde quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me deste mar de estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Torna-me única...apenas eu&lt;br /&gt;E quando menos esperas&lt;br /&gt;Já no teu céu&lt;br /&gt;Serei cadente&lt;br /&gt;E eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Desejo teu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-1542861361119991727?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1542861361119991727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=1542861361119991727' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1542861361119991727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1542861361119991727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/08/quem-me-dera.html' title='Quem me dera'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-1966287322444877644</id><published>2007-07-10T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:32:02.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal o amor existe</title><content type='html'>Foste chegando&lt;br /&gt;Foste ficando&lt;br /&gt;E agora&lt;br /&gt;Pelo passar da hora&lt;br /&gt;Ficas ficando&lt;br /&gt;E vais estando&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as palavras&lt;br /&gt;também agora ficam&lt;br /&gt;E mais que ficando&lt;br /&gt;Vão penetrando&lt;br /&gt;no suor e na pele&lt;br /&gt;Das noites de papel&lt;br /&gt;Que escrevemos ao luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre&lt;br /&gt;mais que eternamente&lt;br /&gt;És tu o poeta&lt;br /&gt;Do poema da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Que transforma qualquer ferida&lt;br /&gt;Num soneto&lt;br /&gt;De uma tarde colorida&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo no sol poente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-1966287322444877644?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1966287322444877644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=1966287322444877644' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1966287322444877644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1966287322444877644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/07/afinal-o-amor-existe.html' title='Afinal o amor existe'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-1479979990279969386</id><published>2007-06-24T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:31:49.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved One (Ben Harper)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have both been here before&lt;br /&gt;Knockin' upon love's door&lt;br /&gt;Begging for someone to let us in&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this we can agree to keep each other company&lt;br /&gt;Never to go down that road again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes shine through me&lt;br /&gt;You are so divine to me&lt;br /&gt;Your heart has a home in mine&lt;br /&gt;We won't have to say a word&lt;br /&gt;With a touch all shall be heard&lt;br /&gt;When I search my hearth it's you I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;I believe you were sent to me&lt;br /&gt;From the dreams straight to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hold your body and close to me&lt;br /&gt;You mean most to me&lt;br /&gt;We will keep each other safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-1479979990279969386?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-5237978872076719267</id><published>2007-06-24T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T17:14:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O São João já não é o que era</title><content type='html'>Capacetes... Sim povo da minha terra!!! Agora o pessoal vai de capacete para o São João... Não estou a gozar, é verdade, já nem a marteladinha o ser humano quer sentir como ela é. E ainda por cima vermelhos... Quem é o cromo que vai para o São João do PORTO de capacete vermelho?&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos, esqueçam a porcaria do capacete, ao natural é muito melhor...qualquer dia aparece a pilula do dia de São João...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Devia ser proibido haver exames no dia seguinte ao S.João.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-5237978872076719267?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/5237978872076719267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=5237978872076719267' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/5237978872076719267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/5237978872076719267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-so-joo-j-no-o-que-era.html' title='O São João já não é o que era'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-1751203242138578103</id><published>2007-06-21T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:12:46.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixonem-se</title><content type='html'>Apaixonem-se por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos apaixonados o mundo é perfeito, qualquer estupidez nos alegra, só pensamos em coisas felizes, não precisamos de tomar café para termos todos os sentidos despertos e o melhor de tudo, pode acabar o mundo que o sorriso não sai da cara aparvalhada de um apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;Se todos estivessemos apaixonados ninguém se dava ao trabalho de explorar a inveja, de desperdiçar o seu tempo a falar da vida dos outros, a guerra então não existia mesmo, é que ninguém apaixonado pensa em matar o pretinho do andar de cima ou o árabe da lojinha de cedofeita... fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;Atenção coleguinhas farmacêuticos, esqueçam a busca do elixir da vida e procurem o elixir da paixão... a vida todos temos, a paixão podemos passar uma vida sem a sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não falar em amor? não sei, digamos que o amor é o pró farmaco...a verdadeira actividade está na paixão, é ela que faz o coração bater a mil... o amor hoje em dia funciona como a desculpa perfeita para aguentar uma relação no fim da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;A vida são dois dias, deixemo-nos de hipocrisias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, voltemos à química farmacêutica. Boa época de exames pa todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-1751203242138578103?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1751203242138578103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=1751203242138578103' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1751203242138578103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1751203242138578103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/06/apaixonem-se.html' title='Apaixonem-se'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-8907501558091739657</id><published>2007-06-18T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:10:36.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ta-se mesmo bem nesta nuvem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-8907501558091739657?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8907501558091739657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=8907501558091739657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/8907501558091739657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/8907501558091739657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/06/ta-se-mesmo-bem-nesta-nuvem.html' title=''/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-8969655832527108236</id><published>2007-06-18T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:04:02.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas forever</title><content type='html'>Numa tarde cinzenta em que todos os olhares se desviavam para estruturas quimicas tambem elas cinzentas, onde todos os pensamentos eram deveras cinzentos (ou negros no caso da mariazinha) eis que surge akela melodia quase a tocar os canticos angelicos com direito a sininhos e tudo. Linda, os nossos caloirinhos nunca mais a esquecerão!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos saltar todas juntas e mais nao digo =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-8969655832527108236?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/8969655832527108236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=8969655832527108236' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/8969655832527108236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/8969655832527108236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/06/amigas-forever.html' title='Amigas forever'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-1838473792629753193</id><published>2007-05-27T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:30:19.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música de Filme</title><content type='html'>Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;É pena quase não poder ficar&lt;br /&gt;És quente quando a luz te traz&lt;br /&gt;Quase te vi amor&lt;br /&gt;Quase nasci sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Quase morri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ficas dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Estás dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.Lua.Casa.Chão&lt;br /&gt;És sitio onde as mãos se dão&lt;br /&gt;Quase larguei a dôr&lt;br /&gt;Quase perdi&lt;br /&gt;Quase morri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Estás dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ficas dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sou mais um homem&lt;br /&gt;Mais humano&lt;br /&gt;Mais um fraco..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre..&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um braço&lt;br /&gt;Mais um corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mais um grito&lt;br /&gt;Sempre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança em mim!&lt;br /&gt;Mundo, vida e fim!&lt;br /&gt;Dorme aqui&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pena quase não poder ficar&lt;br /&gt;No sítio onde as mãos se dão&lt;br /&gt;Quase fugi amor&lt;br /&gt;Quase não vi&lt;br /&gt;Vamos embora daqui&lt;br /&gt;Para dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Toranja, "Música de Filme"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-1838473792629753193?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/1838473792629753193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=1838473792629753193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1838473792629753193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/1838473792629753193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/05/dentro-de-mim-por-dentro-de-mim-pena.html' title='Música de Filme'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-7717200371048129048</id><published>2007-05-26T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:20:29.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente</title><content type='html'>Foje comigo para um mundo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo em que os sentimentos também são gente&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde todos enfrentamos o mal&lt;br /&gt;E onde amamos sem amar igual&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde rico é ser fora da lei&lt;br /&gt;E onde todo o pobre um dia é rei&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo em que tu me olhas de frente&lt;br /&gt;E eu não fujo do teu olhar demente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que partir para esse mundo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo em que os sentimentos também são gente&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo em que o medo ama a coragem&lt;br /&gt;E onde não somos mais do que uma margem&lt;br /&gt;De um rio enorme chamado vontade&lt;br /&gt;Onde navega o amor e naufraga a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto cá dentro quando quero estar&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços daquele que não me deixa amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá de longe vem o vento&lt;br /&gt;Poderoso avassalador do sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que sopra baixinho mas tudo leva&lt;br /&gt;No sopro aquele que renega&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade do gostar&lt;br /&gt;E a ela prefere o magoar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-7717200371048129048?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/7717200371048129048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-4801273486810550188</id><published>2007-05-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:53:05.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje sinto-me sentada num café à beira-mágoa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-4801273486810550188?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/4801273486810550188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=4801273486810550188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/4801273486810550188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/4801273486810550188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-sinto-me-sentada-num-caf-beira_25.html' title=''/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-7232538905798377345</id><published>2007-05-22T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:40:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Sorrindo olho o tecto que me abriga&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;E chorando vejo o chão que há em mim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Onde pisam sem medo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;E não guardam segredo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Pétalas outrora jardim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;E ao sentir-Te perto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Tão perto que não Te vejo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Todo o Universo pára&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Na redoma do Teu abraço&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Que efemero mas profundo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Vai preenchendo o meu mundo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Até que sinto o Teu beijo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;E com olhos de esperança&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Levas de mim um pedaço&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;De pele&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;De sabor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;De espaço&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Que já é Teu mas não queres&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;No fundo acreditar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Que foste Rei e eu Rainha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Daquela noite de areia e mar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Vem até mim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Que eu vou por aí&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;E nas asas do medo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Vamos voar em segredo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Ver mundos que eu nunca vi...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div 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title='Medo'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967610415155902210.post-5516574088655477878</id><published>2007-05-19T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:55:13.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê</title><content type='html'>Há momentos em que nada nem ninguém está à altura das nossas exigências (pelo menos das minhas). Basta não estarmos bem connosco para acharmos que o mundo inteiro se virou contra nós e que nunca mais vamos ser felizes...&lt;br /&gt;Na,  nada disso,  fechar os olhos e ver aquela corzinha salmão faz um bem terrível... assim que os voltarmos a abrir o mundo fica muito mais lindinho!! Às vezes não conseguimos ver bem por causa das lágrimas, mas isso são pormenores. Só é pena não podermos usar essa estratégia com o coração... odeio  o coração... era muito mais fácil se tudo fosse cérebro! Não é por acaso que o cérebro está protegido pelo cranio e o coração nao...&lt;br /&gt;A idade do armário já passou... agora estou na idade da cómoda. Não da para me esconder mais por isso aqui estou eu directamente saída do armário. Já fiz o check out agora só me resta pisar a utopia do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Queria agradecer à minha mãe, ao meu pai, ao tim tim, à maria, a ti, a ti e a você também. Desculpa miguel, olá tiago, adoro-te mendinhos, admiro-te soares, tenho saudades tuas joana, nunca te esquecerei paulo, és a melhor pessoa do mundo luis, fazes-me rir filipa, vais ser feliz fallé, és um exemplo augusto, sem medo giani, bezerra e dima gosto tanto de vocês... e a ti ricardo, não fujas ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967610415155902210-5516574088655477878?l=aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/feeds/5516574088655477878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967610415155902210&amp;postID=5516574088655477878' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/5516574088655477878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967610415155902210/posts/default/5516574088655477878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aidadedacomoda.blogspot.com/2007/05/porqu.html' title='Porquê'/><author><name>lobita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00194241406459608033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
