<?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-22781689</id><updated>2011-07-26T10:09:27.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A MINHA VIDA</title><subtitle type='html'>A vida é com um pássaro vai passando de estação em estação</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115132504463691682</id><published>2006-07-12T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:24:13.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o sol nasce,&lt;br /&gt;Luz cristalina,&lt;br /&gt;A derramar seu calor,´&lt;br /&gt;Como um colar de perolas cristalinas,&lt;br /&gt;Brilhando,&lt;br /&gt;Pulsando,&lt;br /&gt;Era ma minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;Macia a ser acariciada,&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto,transpiro,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração a pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;O centro desta chama,&lt;br /&gt;Que queima em meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Encandeia minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Na textura da tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura a que isso se refere,&lt;br /&gt;Quero abrir-me,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o sol a banhar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo nu,&lt;br /&gt;Derreter o frio,&lt;br /&gt;Fino gelo que cobre,&lt;br /&gt;Aplaca em meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;A solidão me é um remédio amargo,&lt;br /&gt;A correr como um véu,&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração destroçado,&lt;br /&gt;Queria juntar os pedaços,&lt;br /&gt;Te ter outra vez ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de vida,&lt;br /&gt;A trazer, a pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;No castanho de teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos congelados,&lt;br /&gt;Em teu peito descansar,&lt;br /&gt;A tua falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-115132504463691682?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115132504463691682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115132504463691682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115132504463691682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115132504463691682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/07/sol.html' title='SOL'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115132526888245671</id><published>2006-06-26T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:52:52.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIANTE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Olho, finjo não ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Desvio o olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Jamais admitir este querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Como quem quisesse esconder um segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tenho medo de seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Do seu desejo, do seu todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sua lembrança me entorpece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Seu cheiro me persegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Seu corpo sobre o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quem saberá explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;O que tanto busco ocultar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tu és um sonho, um delírio quem sabe um pesadelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Uma brisa suave quem sabe o abismo escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dias e noites atrás de seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sua mão tocando minha tez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Palavras doces, toques de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amanhã, simplesmente amanhã um dia cinzento, sem calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Uma dor em meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Um vazio assolando minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Um calor outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje saudades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tu diante de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Uma tortura sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-115132526888245671?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115132526888245671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115132526888245671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115132526888245671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115132526888245671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/diante-de-mim.html' title='DIANTE DE MIM'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115132448322260731</id><published>2006-06-26T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:22:59.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>***VAIDADE***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/28bf02bf8ceebc32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/28bf02bf8ceebc32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho que sou a Poetisa eleita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que reúne num verso a imensidade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para encher o mundo! E que deleita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela de saber vasto e profundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando mais no alto ando voando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordo do meu sonho... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não sou nada!... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-115132448322260731?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115132448322260731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115132448322260731&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115132448322260731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115132448322260731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/vaidade.html' title='***VAIDADE***'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115072919705229654</id><published>2006-06-19T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:59:57.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a vida, olhar a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Ver os espirítos rodearem&lt;br /&gt;num rodopiante frenesim&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o corpo estremecer&lt;br /&gt;numa paz vibrante de luz.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o amor... olhar as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;um sem número de avalanches&lt;br /&gt;rasga de sentimentos as emoções&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte guia-te o brilho,&lt;br /&gt;Brilho ofuscante das estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;das tuas estrelas. E tu, Olhas!&lt;br /&gt;Olhas, no teu olhar penetrante.&lt;br /&gt;Despes a vida. Sangras a luz&lt;br /&gt;Olhas a tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Chamas a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo apenas com a força do teu olhar! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-115072919705229654?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115072919705229654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115072919705229654&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115072919705229654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115072919705229654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/olhar_19.html' title='OLHAR...'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115049004616710886</id><published>2006-06-16T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:30:45.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS K SE SOLTAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pensamento flui como a água de uma nascente, as palvaras sugem e o texto forma-se tão naturalmente como o sol que raia todos os dias o mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; As palavras que se soltam vão dando origem a um texto que parece sem nexo, sem rumo, mas que contém uma mensagem para ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor que existe em ti não pode ser ocultado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22781689-115049004616710886?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115049004616710886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115049004616710886&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115049004616710886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115049004616710886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/palavras-k-se-soltam.html' title='PALAVRAS K SE SOLTAM'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115048637960618062</id><published>2006-06-16T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:32:59.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS UMA VEZ AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;              Precisa-se de um amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não precisa ser homem, basta ser humano,basta ter sentimentos, basta ter coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Precisa saber falar e calar, sobretudo saber ouvir. Tem que gostar de poesia, de madrugada, de pássaro, de sol, da lua, do canto, dos ventos e das canções da brisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deve ter amor, um grande amor por alguém, ou então sentir falta de não ter esse amor...Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor que os passantes levam consigo.Deve guardar segredo sem se sacrificar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não é preciso que seja de primeira mão,nem é imprescindível que seja de segunda mão.Pode já ter sido enganado, pois todos os amigos são enganados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não é preciso que seja puro, nem que seja todo impuro,mas não deve ser vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Deve ter um ideal e medo de perdê-lo e, no caso de assim não ser, deve sentir o grande vácuo que isso deixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tem que ter ressonâncias humanas, seu principal objetivo deve ser o de amigo.Deve sentir pena das pessoa tristes e compreender o imenso vazio dos solitários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deve gostar de crianças e lastimar as que não puderam nascer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos, que se comova, quando chamado de amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordações de infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Precisa-se de um amigo para não se enlouquecer, para contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças de água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva, de se deitar no capim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já se tem um amigo.´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar.não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo, para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor:Vinicios Morais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22781689-115048637960618062?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115048637960618062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115048637960618062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115048637960618062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115048637960618062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/mais-uma-vez-amizade.html' title='MAIS UMA VEZ AMIZADE'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-115014498953208065</id><published>2006-06-12T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:59:12.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ALBUFEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Albufeira é uma cidade fantástica adorei ir lá passar um fim de semana foi inédito,curti bué a praia...conheci pessoas novas,com outras mentalidades foi muito fixe e diverti-me imenso...pena que foi só um fim de semana, porque por mim ficava lá um mês...ou mais tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Agora curtam umas fotos que tirei lá&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos a todos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend ana e dois ingleses muito kidos e a skadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/albufeira%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/albufeira%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-115014498953208065?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/115014498953208065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=115014498953208065&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115014498953208065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/115014498953208065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/albufeira.html' title='ALBUFEIRA'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114915771853606116</id><published>2006-06-01T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:28:38.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 de junho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/praia%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/praia%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/praia%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/praia%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filhotas hoje é o vosso dia!!! bjs do fundo do coração da mamã sil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114915771853606116?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114915771853606116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114915771853606116&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114915771853606116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114915771853606116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/06/1-de-junho.html' title='1 de junho!!!'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114900867386148160</id><published>2006-05-30T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:41:26.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O modo como sorris é inebriante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enche-me a alma e inunda-me o coração!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O teu sorriso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;no teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Faz-me vibrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Faz-me apreciar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O quanto sorrir é emocionante!&lt;br /&gt;O modo como sorris faz-me voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nas asas de um condor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Entrar em mundos de fantasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Onde a raínha é a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O rei é o humor.&lt;br /&gt;O modo como sorris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Solta-me a emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Faz-me feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Preenche-me de paixão!&lt;br /&gt;Podia dizer-te, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;mas não digo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Podia querer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;mas não quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Queria dizer-te sómente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que o teu sorriso, T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;rago-o, sempre, comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gravado na minha mente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Por mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eternamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114900867386148160?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114900867386148160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114900867386148160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114900867386148160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114900867386148160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-modo-como-sorris-inebriante-enche-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114893310713413047</id><published>2006-05-29T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:05:07.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO POSSO FICAR LONGE DE TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu amo-te.Amo demais.E não suporto ficar longe de ti,pois into a falta dos teus toques,dos teus gestos olhares e sorrisos.Sinto a falta da tua voz a dizer disparates no meu ouvido.Sinto a falta das tuas palavras carinhosas e da tua presença luminosa e brilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem ti as horas não passam,o relógio anda devagar,a noite prolonga-se além do natural e o meu coração aprta-se numa triste e cruel solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu amo-te e não posso ficar longe de ti.Cada hora de ausência é um suplício e cada momento a teu lado,enche o meu coração de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a tua presença traz-me felicidade e paz de espírito.Mais uma vez eu repito: eu amo-te e não sei viver sem ti.Não me faças sofrer por esta saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114893310713413047?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114893310713413047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114893310713413047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114893310713413047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114893310713413047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-posso-ficar-longe-de-ti.html' title='NÃO POSSO FICAR LONGE DE TI'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114884047554099813</id><published>2006-05-28T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:21:15.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/praia%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/praia%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje fui curtir o dia para a praia com as minhas filhotas foi inédito...curti bué voltar a sentir o cheirinho a mar o que já não o fazia desde o verão passado!!!Senti o mar, areia...foi muito fixe brincei bué com as minhas princesas fui a água....não existe nada melhor do que me sentir perto da natureza e esquecer um pouco os nossos problemas que enfrentamos no dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me solta,livre foi muito bom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu vivesse perto do mar estava perto dele se fosse possível todos os dias....mas infelizmente moro numa cidade onde só existe rio, o que também é bom...mas não há nada como o mar....&lt;br /&gt;ADORO O MAR ,PRAIA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114884047554099813?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114884047554099813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114884047554099813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114884047554099813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114884047554099813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/praia.html' title='PRAIA'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114865773581094131</id><published>2006-05-26T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:45:41.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabes o que é o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diegomanuel.com.ar/amor/amor2/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como soube o poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Descrevê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;em palavras imortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas sei o que é o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É um querer tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parado em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É derramar uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No amanhecer da espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É sentir no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;um vazio cheio de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É ver no brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dos teus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estrelas do meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É um querer não querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senão querer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu sei o que é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;És tu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114865773581094131?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114865773581094131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114865773581094131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114865773581094131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114865773581094131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114849252790210429</id><published>2006-05-24T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:42:07.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU BOLO DE ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/IMG_1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/IMG_1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É pekenino mas foi dado com muito carinho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hoje completo 21 aninhos,mais um ano pa minhas costas...mas é assim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Estou muito feliz pois estou junto da minha família e amigos ...é um dia cheio de alegria e felicidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114849252790210429?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114849252790210429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114849252790210429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114849252790210429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114849252790210429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/meu-bolo-de-aniversrio.html' title='MEU BOLO DE ANIVERSÁRIO'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114839360997431915</id><published>2006-05-23T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:13:29.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/sil%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/sil%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu novo look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Como hoje não tenho nada para vos contar,deixo-vos esta foto com o meu novo penteado!!!É a vida quando não se tem nada pa publicar inventa-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tou aqui por casa sem nada pa fazer então decidi publicar um post ,mas para meu espanto não tinha nenhuma ideia em mente...então pensei vou por o meu novo penteado,e assim foi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bem  não vos maço mais.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beijinhos e abraços a todos que consultam o meu blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114839360997431915?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114839360997431915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114839360997431915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114839360997431915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114839360997431915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-look.html' title='NEW LOOK'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114820838902921903</id><published>2006-05-21T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:46:29.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2036/2168/1600/sil%20novas%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2036/2168/400/evora_sao_vicente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SODADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem mostra' bo&lt;br /&gt;Ess caminho longe?&lt;br /&gt;Quem mostra' bo&lt;br /&gt;Ess caminho longe?&lt;br /&gt;Ess caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pa São Tomé&lt;br /&gt;Sodade sodade&lt;br /&gt;Sodade&lt;br /&gt;Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau&lt;br /&gt;Si bô 'screvê' me'&lt;br /&gt;M ta 'screvê be&lt;br /&gt;Si bô 'squecê me'&lt;br /&gt;M ta 'squecê be&lt;br /&gt;Até dia&lt;br /&gt;Qui bô voltà&lt;br /&gt;Sodade sodade&lt;br /&gt;Sodade&lt;br /&gt;Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(música de cesária évora)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114820838902921903?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114820838902921903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114820838902921903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114820838902921903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114820838902921903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/sodade-quem-mostra-bo-ess-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114700640559264298</id><published>2006-05-07T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:54:38.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O MEU PRIMEIRO DIA DA MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/pascoa%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/pascoa%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é bom ser mãe!!!!! Eu que fui mãe a pouco tempo ...acho que ser mãe é uma das melhores coisas que existir,isto para não dizer a melhor coisa...é uma experiência nova e que adorei exprimentar...não há nada melhor que ser mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Para muitas mães é complicado ter filhos,pois muitos dos filhos que certas mães teêm são rejeitados,abandonados,mal tratados,gostava de poder entender essas mães...&lt;br /&gt;Um filho é sempre um filho que uma mãe deve gostar,amar,pois essa criança que nasce merece ser tratada com carinho,amor,é uma criança indefesa ao mundo, o mundo que não conhece e que com a nossa ajuda vão conhecendo a cada fase do seu crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;É muito importante e fundamental para o crescimento de uma criança ter uma mãe que não vê o seu filho com um estorvo na sua vida,uma complicação mas sim como um ser que veio de si para lhe dar alegria....&lt;br /&gt;Para mim foi e continua a ser uma grande alegria ter tido as minhas filhas,pois elas vieram para me dar mais alegria de viver...Como é tão bom ser mãe...&lt;br /&gt;BEIJÕES AS MINHAS GÉMEAS LINDAS....AMO-VOS MUITO &lt;/em&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/22781689-114700640559264298?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114700640559264298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114700640559264298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114700640559264298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114700640559264298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-meu-primeiro-dia-da-me.html' title='O MEU PRIMEIRO DIA DA MÃE'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114667769405614107</id><published>2006-05-03T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:34:54.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>como a vida me sorri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/pascoa%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/pascoa%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida me sorri.... tenho duas filhas lindas,um namorado espectacular....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que mais eu posso querer?Pergunto-me todos os dias....mas não encontro resposta....mas também não me preocupo...pois estou muito satisfeita comm a vida que levo...Adoro a minha família.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114667769405614107?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114667769405614107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114667769405614107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114667769405614107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114667769405614107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/05/como-vida-me-sorri.html' title='como a vida me sorri'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114574126070104198</id><published>2006-04-22T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:27:40.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha grande Amiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/sofia%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/sofia%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Grande amiga, conhecia na pizza hut, boa trabalhadora, mas para além de tudo uma amiga que nunca vou esquecer....Grandes bobas apanhei,diverti-me muito com ela...foi muito bom o tempo que passamos juntas.... nunca me vou esquecer do teu sutake inesquecivel...Beijao ADORO-TE MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114574126070104198?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114574126070104198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114574126070104198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114574126070104198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114574126070104198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/04/minha-grande-amiga.html' title='A minha grande Amiga'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114527528029533704</id><published>2006-04-17T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:02:57.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/ana%20sofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/ana%20sofia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/ana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta é a minha amiga de longa data Ana sofia é uma gaja fixe...muito querida.. e uma boa amiga...as vezes tem umas paragens...lol... mas eu adoro-a...e para além do mais é minha comadre beijos AAAAAAAAAAADOROOOOOOOOOOOOOO-TEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MMMMMMMMMMMMMUITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114527528029533704?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114527528029533704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114527528029533704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114527528029533704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114527528029533704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/04/esta-minha-amiga-de-longa-data-ana_17.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114485441651022912</id><published>2006-04-12T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:11:32.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Este é o nosso amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/beijo_apaixonado.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/beijo_apaixonado.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/beijo_apaixonado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Este Nosso Amor&lt;br /&gt;Um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;Tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade assim&lt;br /&gt;Tão intensa.&lt;br /&gt;Não nasce do nada&lt;br /&gt;Não aparece&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter para onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Nem sem saber de onde veio.&lt;br /&gt;Para existir&lt;br /&gt;Um amor deste tamanho...&lt;br /&gt;São precisos duas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Dois corações especiais.&lt;br /&gt;Duas pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;Duas almas privilegiadas&lt;br /&gt;Que precisam de se aquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Que precisam uma da outra.&lt;br /&gt;Para existir&lt;br /&gt;Um amor como este&lt;br /&gt;É preciso humildade&lt;br /&gt;Aceitação&lt;br /&gt;Carinho&lt;br /&gt;vontade&lt;br /&gt;Desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Um amor como este&lt;br /&gt;Não existe em lugar algum&lt;br /&gt;Nem existiu em tempo algum&lt;br /&gt;E nem existirá...&lt;br /&gt;Para um amor ser tão grande...&lt;br /&gt;Tão intenso...&lt;br /&gt;É preciso...&lt;br /&gt;somente...&lt;br /&gt;e simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;Eu...&lt;br /&gt;E Tu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114485441651022912?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114485441651022912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114485441651022912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114485441651022912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114485441651022912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/04/este-o-nosso-amor.html' title='Este é o nosso amor'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114485386795383386</id><published>2006-04-12T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:57:47.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje queria ser um anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/tempfereiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/tempfereiii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje queria ser um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E de asas abertas voar até ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tocar o teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijar a tua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deitar a cabeça no teu colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que não posso ser anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que não podes estar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje queria ser um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;contigo ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aquela música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aquela que te fazia criar asas a dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje queria ser um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um dos que agora te rodeiamTe tocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sussurram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brincam com os teus cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sopram estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salpicadas de arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje queria ser um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E de novo fazer-te sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas fico aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E cheia do teu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da tua alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ToqueMagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheia do teu amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114485386795383386?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114485386795383386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114485386795383386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114485386795383386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114485386795383386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/04/hoje-queria-ser-um-anjo.html' title='Hoje queria ser um anjo'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114449054786529877</id><published>2006-04-08T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:14:02.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/imag%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/imag%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Este é o meu melhor amigo (Bruno), apesar de agora estarmos um pouco &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;afastados ele sempre será um grande amigo para mim, pois já&lt;/span&gt; convivemos a muitos anos e não se estraga uma amizade de tantos anos...gosto muito dele considero-o como um irmão...ADORO-TE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114449054786529877?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114449054786529877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114449054786529877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114449054786529877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114449054786529877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/04/este-o-meu-melhor-amigo-bruno-apesar.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114364588820248625</id><published>2006-03-29T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:18:35.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/careta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/careta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida corre como todos os dias,todos temos alegrias, todos temos tristezas !!mas a vida vai passando de um dia para o outro de mês para mês de ano para nao e a cada dia cada mês cada ano temos muitas surpresas boas e outras más mas esta é a nossa vida é o nosso passado junto com o nosso presente agregado ao nosso futuro o que faz com tenhamos uma vida melhor ou pior...tudo depende de nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há quem acredite que a vida tem um destino mas também há quem acredite que o nosso destino somos nós quem fazemos partindo do que fazemos todos os dias.A vida tem de ser vivida ao máximo pois quem leva uma vida monótona não é feliz ,não tem surpresas ,não tem alegrias pois as suas alegrias são sempre as mesmas e isso para uma pessoa não é bom é preciso ter vida e saber vive-la ao máximo....Por isso é como eu digo sempre a vida é como um pássaro vai passando de estação em estação....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NUNCA SE ESQUEÇAM DE VIVER A VIDA POIS ELA PASSA DEPRESSA..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/22781689-114364588820248625?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114364588820248625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114364588820248625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114364588820248625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114364588820248625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/03/vida-corre-como-todos-os-diastodos.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114313051140886112</id><published>2006-03-23T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:02:12.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como o meu amor começou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/euuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/euuu.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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo começou na via latina uma discoteca que frequento...fomos apresentados pela irmã dele minha cunhada actualmente...mas nesse dia não liguei pois, ele tb não me disse nada.&lt;br /&gt;Passado uns dias voltei a via latina e lá o encontrei novamente,e aí me bateu mais forte o coração parecia que ia explodir!!!Então tomei coragem e fui ter com ele,comprimentou-me e começamos a conversar,daí a troca de olhares...fiquei ko pelo rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;Depois várias vezes nos encontramos na via latina mas nunca trocamos números de telefone,a coisa foi andando e foi rolando mais tracas de olhares.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 30 de junho ia de férias para a figueira da foz e como esse dia calhou numa quarta feira fui para a via latina,lá encontrei o meu apaixonado petcha,fui ter com ele dançamos,conversamos,brincamos....quando dançavamos eu não resisti e dei-lhe um beijo no pescoço,mas nada aconteceu,continuei a dançar como se nada se passa-se.&lt;br /&gt;Ás 4 da manhã tive k vir embora,então fui ter com ele pa me despedir e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Olha vou embora&lt;br /&gt;-já&lt;br /&gt;-sim,eu vou dormir a casa de uma amiga k não mora aqui em coimbra e tenho que ir agora&lt;br /&gt;-tão cedo!!Não vás fica cá!!&lt;br /&gt;-não posso !!&lt;br /&gt;-va lá&lt;br /&gt;-eu por mim ficava mas tenho k ir.Aparece lá na figueira&lt;br /&gt;-ok&lt;br /&gt;-Eu ligo-te&lt;br /&gt;-xau&lt;br /&gt;Dei-lhe um beijo no canto da boca e agarrei-lhe na mão e vim embora,muito xateada pois não podia ficar mais tempo.Passado uma semana liguei-lhe para ele vir ter comigo a figueira,combinamos e fui busca-lo a coimbra.&lt;br /&gt;Tive quase 1h30min á espera dele mas quando decidi ir embora pois ele nunca mais aparecia ele chegou,fomos compraros bilhetes, enquanto esperavamos iamos conversando nada de jeito mas iamos jogando conversa fora...&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos á figueira a Lara foi-nos buscar já tinha o jantar pronto,jantamos e logo depois ela decidiu ir para coimbra ou seja, fiquei com a casa só para mim.Mal ela saiu ele aproximou-se de mim e beijou-me,ele ficou comigo na figueira 1 semana.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa semana passei os melhores momentos da minha vida com ele mas nunca assumimos compromisso era apenas uma curte.Passado essa semana ele voltou para coimbra e eu passado uns dias também,combinamos nos encontrar na via latina, pois era o último dia dele aqui em Portugal,ele ia para Cabo Verde passar as férias de verão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curtimos muito a noite dançamos,conversamos,mas ele desiludiu-me um pouco....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fim da noite ele veio-me trazer a casa onde me pediu desculpas e dizendo que estava arrependido....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dia 7 de setembro fui a via latina com os meus amigos e como estava um pouco xateada com ele não liguei fui me divertir,curtir a noite,beber,dançar....quando o vi entrar meu coração bateu mais forte mas eu tinha que ser muito forte pois ele tinha-me feito sofrer muito,continuei a dançar como se nada fosse mas ele veio ter comigo me perguntando se estava tudo bem, eu disse que sim e não dei mais conversa.Estava doida para lhe dar um beijo mas não podia me rebaixar perante aquilo que ele me tinha feito...a minha amiga Ana estava doida pois tinha conhecido o Edmilson e eu como não queria atrapalhar não consegui desabafar com ela nessa noite...mas tudo passa e eu estou muito feliz hoje com o meu amor que para além de me ter feito sofrer eu AMO-O muito e a cada dia que passa Amo-o mais e mais....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22781689-114313051140886112?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114313051140886112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114313051140886112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114313051140886112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114313051140886112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/03/como-o-meu-amor-comeou.html' title='Como o meu amor começou'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114123153404775802</id><published>2006-03-01T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:56:05.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIVA O CARNAVAL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/festa%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/festa%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/ig%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/ig%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/festa%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/festa%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/festa%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/festa%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/festa%20013.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114123153404775802?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114123153404775802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114123153404775802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114123153404775802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114123153404775802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-o-carnaval.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114071151409309152</id><published>2006-02-23T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:49:35.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/bullas%20-%20ps%20i%20love%20%20you.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo você Demais&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia alguém me pedisse para realizar&lt;br /&gt;alguma missão impossível,&lt;br /&gt;eu responderia que, atualmente,&lt;br /&gt;não há missão impossível para mim.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que não consigo fazer hoje,&lt;br /&gt;É deixar de amar você ou permitir&lt;br /&gt;que o nosso amor seja afetado&lt;br /&gt;por qualquer elemento exterior,&lt;br /&gt;por qualquer vileza ou atitude mesquinha.&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar agora contigo para te encher de beijos&lt;br /&gt;Se você tivesse a exata dimensão&lt;br /&gt;da falta que está fazendo neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;certamente voaria até aqui só pra me dar um abraço,&lt;br /&gt;um beijo gostoso e garantir,&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez, que você me ama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(desconheço o autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114071151409309152?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114071151409309152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114071151409309152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114071151409309152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114071151409309152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/amo-voc-demais-se-algum-dia-algum-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114071108264866934</id><published>2006-02-23T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:35:53.303Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dez coisas que todas as mulheres sabem (mesmo sem saber).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Todas as mulheres sabem que no fundo de si mesmas moram muitas outras figuras femininas. Algumas poderosas, outras frágeis; algumas velhas, outras bem jovens. Todas adoram falar e falar, como se o mundo antes de existir, precisasse ser dito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Todas as mulheres conhecem a dor e nenhuma é estranha ao sofrimento. Mas, no final, quando a noite se retira solene, carregando seu véu, a maioria de nós espreguiça e recebe o dia com generosidade renovada e a mesma velha esperança sorrindo nos lábios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Todas as mulheres um dia (ou muitos) se sentiram alheias a si mesmas. E perderam-se num mar de irritação, mau-humor e impaciência. Exaustas mergulharam num Lexotan, em vários copos de vinho, num maço inteiro de cigarros, numa banheira escaldante ou no mais puro desespero. Algumas sucumbiram, só algumas. Como resultado, todas nós carregamos no coração o silêncio desta perda. E reconhecemos com reverência o poder destes abismos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Todas as mulheres, mesmo as muito jovens, sabem que ser mulher é um desafio. Ou sentem isso no próprio corpo. E no mínimo desconfiam que irão passar um bocado de tempo tentando provar coisas para o mundo. Nascer mulher, em boa parte do planeta, ainda é afirmar-se acima do destino biológico e apesar das circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Todas as mulheres pensam que sabem amar. Mas o amor insiste em rir de nós. E desafia nossas desajeitadas tentativas de dominá-lo ou compreendê-lo. O amor parece um gato que só vem para o nosso colo quando nós já cansamos de chamar. Aí, a gente ri e ele ronrona sua absurda liberdade enquanto recebe nosso afago no pescoço. Mas que ninguém se iluda, mal a gente se acostuma com aquele calor macio e peludo e ele pula de volta pra vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Nenhuma mulher deseja a felicidade assim de um jeito genérico. É o encantamento que sentimos quando cumprimos nosso destino de mulher que nós buscamos acima de tudo. E isto inclui muitas coisas bobas, como vestidos novos e cores e mais cores de sapatos, e tantas outras nada bobas, como filhos rechonchudos e gracinhas e... ele. De preferência, um ele apaixonado, mas não muito, bonito, mas não muito, inteligente, mas não muito, apaixonado por crianças, mas não tanto quanto por nós, e, o toque final: que surja sempre assim com aquele jeito heróico e descabelado de quem acabou de matar um dragão, por nós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Todas as mulheres têm medo. Medo do primeiro beijo, do primeiro encontro, do primeiro emprego, medo de casar, medo de não casar, medo do parto, medo da traição, medo de não conseguir, medo de envelhecer, medo de dizer sim. A cada instante, nossos medos podem nos fazer trancar os dentes, afinar o olhar e ousar o salto. Ou podem nos empurrar encolhidas para dentro de uma caixa de sapatos. Onde ficamos grudadas, olhando o mundo por um buraquinho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Todas nós temos um sonho. Nem sempre é um daqueles sonhos nobres, como o de Martin Luther King, que ansiava por um mundo no qual os seres humanos fossem iguais em suas múltiplas e coloridas versões. Não, nossos sonhos muitas vezes são pequenos como um jardim ou um carinho. Engraçados: usar toda a poupança para ficar com um bumbum igual ao da beldade de plantão na TV. Românticos: um cruzeiro pela Grécia, com um grego lindo e de peito largo, absolutamente apaixonado por nós. Impossíveis: passar pela vida sem sofrer por amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Todas nós temos uma sombra. Negra e densa. Ora ela aparece como um sabotador, que mina nossas energias e desmerece nossos esforços. Ora como uma mulher dura e fria, de palavras ásperas e julgamento impiedoso. Não importa como ela venha, você vai reconhecê-la sempre: a sombra tem o seu rosto. Também é fácil reconhecer aquelas entre nós que não ousaram olhar de frente para este rosto transformado. Elas parecem árvores ressequidas e seus ramos balançam sem alegria. Quem se alimenta dos frutos murchos destas árvores experimenta seu sabor ressentido e intolerante. Eventualmente, as tempestades partem ao meio troncos tão secos. Ninguém sente muita falta delas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Todas nós sentimos vez por outra uma vontade de parar de bater as asas na vidraça e aquietar a alma. Esta é a hora de construir um templo para acolher nosso ser feminino. Um lugar onde a gente possa ficar só com nossos mistérios, nossas descobertas e pescar no fundo da alma o encantamento que vai nos tornar, de novo, tão orgulhosas de nós mesmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/22781689-114071108264866934?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114071108264866934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114071108264866934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114071108264866934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114071108264866934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/dez-coisas-que-todas-as-mulheres-sabem.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114070757241346768</id><published>2006-02-23T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:08:19.096Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha afilhada querida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/DSC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/DSC00170.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carolina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela é tão linda cada vez que me vê diz sempre(tia,tia),é uma míuda sempre alegre...gosto muito dela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijos da tia (sil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114070757241346768?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114070757241346768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114070757241346768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114070757241346768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114070757241346768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/minha-afilhada-querida.html' title='A minha afilhada querida'/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114061230865572038</id><published>2006-02-22T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:46:57.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/Imagem%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/Imagem%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Madrinha tão dedicada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tão amorosa,sem a ajuda dela não teria muita coisa,pois devo-te muito apoio...Sem ti e o pai delas secalhar teria desistido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADO PELA FORÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114061230865572038?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114061230865572038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114061230865572038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114061230865572038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114061230865572038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/madrinha-to-dedicada-to-amorosasem.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114061190995794353</id><published>2006-02-22T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:39:21.183Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/Imagem%20022.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PAPÁ BABADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22781689-114061190995794353?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114061190995794353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114061190995794353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114061190995794353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114061190995794353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/pap-babado.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114054232804613351</id><published>2006-02-21T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:19:11.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/mt%20apaixonados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/mt%20apaixonados.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O maior tesouro nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;É ter alguém que nos ama&lt;br /&gt;Que esteja sempre ao nosso lado nos bons&lt;br /&gt;E maus momentos, da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faça sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;Quando no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;Nos apetece desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Fugir de tudo e de todos!&lt;br /&gt;Que nos tira do passado&lt;br /&gt;E faz-nos viver o presente.&lt;br /&gt;Com ânimo,com esperança e&lt;br /&gt;Confiança de conseguir sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ajuda a encontraro nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;A seguir o nosso destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/22781689-114054232804613351?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114054232804613351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114054232804613351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114054232804613351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114054232804613351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-maior-tesouro-nesta-vida-ter-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114054064610443583</id><published>2006-02-21T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:10:15.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/AMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/AMOR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é um dom&lt;br /&gt;Que poucos sabem&lt;br /&gt;dar o devido valor&lt;br /&gt;Amar o próximo,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem interesses,&lt;br /&gt;sem cobiça&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;sem obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes temos medo&lt;br /&gt;de expressar o que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;ou medo do que as outras pessoas&lt;br /&gt;dizem,ou podem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes não pensamos nas consequências&lt;br /&gt;desse amor ou pelo contrário pensamos demais&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&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/22781689-114054064610443583?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114054064610443583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114054064610443583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114054064610443583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114054064610443583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/amor-um-dom-que-poucos-sabem-dar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114053547072218337</id><published>2006-02-21T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:37:49.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/Imagem%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/Imagem%20007.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meus tesouros...Amo-vos muito&lt;/em&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/22781689-114053547072218337?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114053547072218337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114053547072218337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114053547072218337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114053547072218337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/os-meus-tesouros.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781689.post-114053497537944067</id><published>2006-02-21T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:33:58.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/1600/euu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/320/euu.0.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu gosto de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/22781689-114053497537944067?l=silvanasantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/feeds/114053497537944067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22781689&amp;postID=114053497537944067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114053497537944067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781689/posts/default/114053497537944067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvanasantos.blogspot.com/2006/02/como-eu-gosto-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>sylvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834547828748785633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7379/2322/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20euu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
