<?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-844474942918118172</id><updated>2012-02-13T02:57:16.198-01:00</updated><category term='Imagine - John Lennon'/><category term='Pretty Baby (1978)'/><category term='(not personal)'/><category term='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><category term='Outros poemas...'/><category term='Alice in Wonderland by Tim Burton (2010)'/><category term='The Reader'/><category term='Fotografia: Vanessa Santos'/><title type='text'>MAIS DO QUE PALAVRAS.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-4679961397347944246</id><published>2011-07-24T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-07-24T15:36:12.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagine - John Lennon'/><title type='text'>IMAGINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/8QqAVFwGwaI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QqAVFwGwaI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QqAVFwGwaI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afinal, dizem que tudo acaba enquanto eu tenho a certeza que tudo permanece… Tal como tu. 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez fosse mais feliz se os meus dedos dançassem ao sabor da melodia que o violoncelo respira. Talvez fosse mais feliz se olhasse o luar a cada minuto com mais ternura que o anterior. Talvez fosse mais feliz se sorrisse cada vez que uma onda do mar bate contra as rochas da praia. Talvez fosse mais feliz se te dirigisses a mim e brilhasses com esses teus olhos de estrela. Talvez fosse muito mais feliz se pudesse escolher cada segundo da tua e da minha vida. Feliz sem mistério. Feliz sem surpresa. Feliz sem brilho. Feliz sem o inesperado cantarolar dos pássaros logo pela madrugada. Feliz sem o despertar do sol por trás das sombrias nuvens. Feliz sem um sorriso após o longo dia nostálgico. Feliz sem o que o melhor que o mundo nos trás… sem o delicioso e carinhoso olhar daqueles que mais nos amam e que a cada dia nos descobrem um bocadinho mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-6076458994981279277?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6076458994981279277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=6076458994981279277' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6076458994981279277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6076458994981279277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-vida.html' title='Que vida?'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-8621503449468916407</id><published>2011-06-06T18:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:20:36.461Z</updated><title type='text'>MONTEPIOjovem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Não há nada melhor do que partilhar o nosso&amp;nbsp;mundo com todos os que, a cada dia que passa, olham durante apenas mais um minuto o luar&amp;nbsp;na esperança&amp;nbsp;que chegue o segundo em que o sonho deixa de ser imaginação para se tornar realidade.&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/844474942918118172-8621503449468916407?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8621503449468916407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=8621503449468916407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/8621503449468916407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/8621503449468916407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/montepiojovem.html' title='MONTEPIOjovem'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMszPEyAoUw/Te0YAcH6DpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eA4-eed_mmg/s72-c/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-1096602380425519565</id><published>2011-06-06T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:22:03.564Z</updated><title type='text'>A sete passos de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;Mensagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sete passos de ti&lt;/em&gt; está perto de esgotar a sua edição, pelo que será difícil encontrá-lo nas livrarias, sobretudo a nível nacional. Peço, por favor, que quem deseje adquirir o livro deixe mensagem neste mesmo blog que rapidamente responderei, de forma personalizada, de modo a disponibilizar o exemplar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Beijinhos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maria Armanda Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-1096602380425519565?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1096602380425519565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=1096602380425519565' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/1096602380425519565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/1096602380425519565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/sete-passos-de-ti.html' title='A sete passos de ti'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-7960503249603499979</id><published>2010-12-28T20:46:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:46:09.067-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicare: "Escrever faz parte de mim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://patriciacarreiro.blogspot.com/2010/12/escrever-faz-parte-de-mim.html?spref=bl"&gt;Communicare: "Escrever faz parte de mim"&lt;/a&gt;: "Maria Armanda dos Santos imagina e percorre as folhas dos livros desde a sua infância. 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Cantar mais alto que os pássaros. Correr para além da fronteira. Sorrir para além do mar. Descobrir o horizonte. Gritar pelo teu nome. Abraçar-te sempre. Sentir o teu calor. Mostrar-te o mundo. Dar-te a minha mão. Gostava de imaginar o universo. Ir para além do infinito. Percorrer o mundo. O mundo é todo teu enquanto nunca parares de sonhar…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-4826304483006904731?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4826304483006904731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=4826304483006904731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4826304483006904731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4826304483006904731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/da-me-tua-mao.html' title='Dá-me a tua mão'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-3734030511466513561</id><published>2010-09-03T10:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:58:47.356Z</updated><title type='text'>5 Min. de Cultura - 2 de Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="350" src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/naS0hYlPQQhE0ATksJYz/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-3734030511466513561?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3734030511466513561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=3734030511466513561' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/3734030511466513561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/3734030511466513561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-min-de-cultura-2-de-setembro.html' title='5 Min. de Cultura - 2 de Setembro'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-947627846779975846</id><published>2010-08-29T19:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:58:15.254Z</updated><title type='text'>LANÇAMENTO DO MEU PRIMEIRO LIVRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LANÇAMENTO DO MEU PRIMEIRO LIVRO "A SETE PASSOS DE TI" SOB A CHANCELA DA CHIADOEDITORA A 3 DE SETEMBRO!!! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/THuq0y5KYFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cP96zJ9e6F8/s1600/Asetepassosdeti+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/THuq0y5KYFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cP96zJ9e6F8/s640/Asetepassosdeti+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAIS NOTÍCIAS BREVEMENTE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-947627846779975846?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/947627846779975846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=947627846779975846' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/947627846779975846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/947627846779975846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/08/lancamento-do-meu-primeiro-livro.html' title='LANÇAMENTO DO MEU PRIMEIRO LIVRO!'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/THuq0y5KYFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cP96zJ9e6F8/s72-c/Asetepassosdeti+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-8934869190527841647</id><published>2010-07-27T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-27T11:26:21.940Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVIDADES BREVEMENTE!!!&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/844474942918118172-8934869190527841647?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8934869190527841647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=8934869190527841647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/8934869190527841647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/8934869190527841647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/novidades-brevemente.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-458647512407832563</id><published>2010-07-12T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:27:00.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenho de voltar a dizer as palavras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavras que minto. Beleza que escuto. Diferença que admiro. Poema que sinto. Promessa que quebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Queria que me perguntasses se a memória que tenho dos momentos é real. Se voltei a ingressar num mundo imaginário que nunca acaba. Se voltei a chorar por momentos que não existem. Se voltei a correr em direcção ao oceano infinito. Mudaste aquilo em que acreditava. Fizeste-me mudar o pensamento. Apagaste os minutos. Levaste os segundos. Deixaste-me perdida nas horas inesquecíveis de solidão. Abandonaste-me e correste para a verdade. Eu fiquei aqui. Como sempre quis. No meio de uma multidão de sonhos. Esquecida numa mistura de cores, de cheiros, de momentos. Éramos nós que estávamos. Éramos nós que os fazíamos. Éramos nós quando éramos Um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Queria voltar a escrever-te de dentro para dentro. Agora não consigo penetrar em mim mesma porque me desfiz. Tento a todo o custo voltar a amar o teu olhar. Peço para me deixar levar. Quero tanto sentir o teu olhar. Quero tanto ouvir o teu cheiro. Quero tanto olhar o teu toque. Preciso. Preciso que me deixes voltar ao minuto em que deixei de viver. O minuto em que deixei de chorar pela vontade de caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;És nada e és tudo. Voltei para sempre. Regressei ao passado. Esqueci o futuro. O presente é um nada que se parte em pedaços de areia varrida pelo vento. Quero tanto sentir-me eu outra vez, mas só contigo a meu lado. Contigo. Eu, tu. Nada mais sou. Nada mais minto. Nada mais sinto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Preciso de voltar a sentir. Apenas sentir. Apenas algo mais que me faça voltar a acreditar. Apenas algo mais que me faça voltar a amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-458647512407832563?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/458647512407832563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=458647512407832563' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/458647512407832563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/458647512407832563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenho-de-voltar-dizer-as-palavras.html' title='Tenho de voltar a dizer as palavras?'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-4914774342277452564</id><published>2010-06-30T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:55:22.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperança no Amanhã publicado!</title><content type='html'>30 de Junho de 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TCue3o5IsvI/AAAAAAAAANA/NJcDZ2KI7Q0/s1600/Ge2tAtta2chment+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TCue3o5IsvI/AAAAAAAAANA/NJcDZ2KI7Q0/s320/Ge2tAtta2chment+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Já que&amp;nbsp;deixo aqui alguns dos meus pensamentos e sentimentos, quero expressar&amp;nbsp;e partilhar a minha alegria&amp;nbsp;ao saber&amp;nbsp;que um dos meus poemas foi seleccionado no 6º Concurso Poético Infanto-Juvenil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperança no Amanhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, escrito em 2007, foi publicado no livro &lt;em&gt;Cancioneiro Infanto-Juvenil para a Língua Portuguesa, 6º Concurso Poético Vol. XV&lt;/em&gt;, promovido pelo Instituto Piaget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorri.&lt;strong&gt; Acredita&lt;/strong&gt;.Vive. &lt;strong&gt;Sonha&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TCufOU9UMSI/AAAAAAAAANI/UtZzRpkPAHs/s1600/GetAttachment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TCufOU9UMSI/AAAAAAAAANI/UtZzRpkPAHs/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Armanda Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-4914774342277452564?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4914774342277452564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=4914774342277452564' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4914774342277452564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4914774342277452564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-de-junho-de-2010-ja-que-aqui-alguns.html' title='Esperança no Amanhã publicado!'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TCue3o5IsvI/AAAAAAAAANA/NJcDZ2KI7Q0/s72-c/Ge2tAtta2chment+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-4486397105780579417</id><published>2010-06-18T12:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:34:27.290Z</updated><title type='text'>It's a thought. It's a feeling. It's a life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Parei e escutei o som do vento, a luz da lua. Vi-a acordar, brilhar, viver e adormecer. Desceu por entre as folhas das árvores, por entre os sussuros das nuvens, por detrás do horizonte. Desapareceu e não voltou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TBtfMqGgxVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7BSVTyURViQ/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TBtfMqGgxVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7BSVTyURViQ/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Deixou-me às escuras, sozinha no meio da solidão. Os grãos de areia voaram por entre os meus olhos, enquanto o mar se acalmava para dormir e deixar a noite, para reecontrá-la novamente, no dia seguinte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mergulhei por entre os teus sonhos e deixei-me levar. Deixei-me levar pelas cores, pelos desejos, pelos suspiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora voltei. Voltei para te voltar a observar, para te voltar a ver de longe. Para adormecer enquanto a linha suspensa desaparece. Para lutar enquanto o oceano fala. Para chorar enquanto não voltas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora voltei. Ora estou. Ora não. Ora me encontro. Ora me perco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora amo-te. Agora odeio-te. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora não sou eu, porque levaste contigo aquilo que me fazia ser quem sou. Porque levaste contigo os grãos de areia, as folhas das árvores, o sopro do vento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-4486397105780579417?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4486397105780579417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=4486397105780579417' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4486397105780579417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4486397105780579417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-thought-its-feeling-its-life.html' title='It&apos;s a thought. It&apos;s a feeling. It&apos;s a life.'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/TBtfMqGgxVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7BSVTyURViQ/s72-c/IMG_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-6823190865576414086</id><published>2010-05-26T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:51:49.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Assim como eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por instantes perdi-me sozinha no meio da escuridão. Encontrei-me a mim mesma na autoestrada da vida, sem me conhecer, sem me reconhecer. Queria me descobrir a mim. Queria conhecer-te a ti, mas não me deixaste. É por isso que sinto, é por isso que te vejo. Todos os dias, todas as horas, todos os instantes. Os meus sonhos são teus. Os meus sonhos já não são meus. Deixaste-me sozinha depois de me teres feito encontrar. Queria contar-te e não posso. Queria tocar-te e não chego. Queria sentir-te mais do que sinto… esqueceste te de mim, assim como nada. Assim como nada passaste a ser tudo. Assim como nada passaste a ser tudo. Deixei-me a mim… e agora perdi-me outra vez neste deserto de vozes, cheiros, emoções. Queria que me procurasses para te poder voltar a encontrar no meu pensamento. Agora já nem no meu pensamento estás. Fugis-te. Assim como eu. De nós.&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/844474942918118172-6823190865576414086?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6823190865576414086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=6823190865576414086' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6823190865576414086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6823190865576414086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/assim-como-eu.html' title='Assim como eu...'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-1603872122832546697</id><published>2010-03-20T10:56:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:59:47.284-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice in Wonderland by Tim Burton (2010)'/><title type='text'>There's a place called Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1J5RlbEI/AAAAAAAAALI/vaVKmL30o48/s1600-h/Se+t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1J5RlbEI/AAAAAAAAALI/vaVKmL30o48/s400/Se+t.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1QLHzhdI/AAAAAAAAALo/zq-dDm-kfD0/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1QLHzhdI/AAAAAAAAALo/zq-dDm-kfD0/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtul.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1Onyg9lI/AAAAAAAAALg/O3R33DyPuhQ/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1XJJDzvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9ZQ574BU3aA/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo238.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1IVavNmI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y4bfftpJGyU/s1600-h/Se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1IVavNmI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y4bfftpJGyU/s400/Se.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stunning &lt;strong&gt;film&lt;/strong&gt;, beautiful &lt;strong&gt;mind&lt;/strong&gt;, breath-taking &lt;strong&gt;imagination.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(all the pictures from the movie were taken by me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-1603872122832546697?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1603872122832546697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=1603872122832546697' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/1603872122832546697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/1603872122832546697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-place-called-wonderland.html' title='There&apos;s a place called Wonderland'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S6S1J5RlbEI/AAAAAAAAALI/vaVKmL30o48/s72-c/Se+t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-607838271031479919</id><published>2010-03-12T16:24:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:28:06.314-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><title type='text'>Ser Mulher é…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser mulher é ultrapassar as fronteiras…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzthy5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZqObL1F2jFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzthy5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZqObL1F2jFQ/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É derrubar os arbustos da descriminação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É lutar por um segundo de inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzybN4z7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/vJI-kOSQ6Y0/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzybN4z7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/vJI-kOSQ6Y0/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É ser frágil, delicada e determinada simultaneamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É ver o invisível num mundo repleto de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pz1F-NizI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPnP94HVxcs/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pz1F-NizI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPnP94HVxcs/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É carinho, é força, é dedicação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É ser a família suportada pelo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzdDM5JcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2loQ3ZWkkBA/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzdDM5JcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2loQ3ZWkkBA/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É aglomerar as letras e formar palavras inimagináveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É escutar o vento perante distúrbios insuportáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5p1sf5WrJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3aSDIb-Zttg/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5p1sf5WrJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3aSDIb-Zttg/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É olhar o mundo como ninguém, à luz do luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É mostrar a todos o que significa o verbo amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pz_BQkzqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zTrR5u8bDnA/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pz_BQkzqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zTrR5u8bDnA/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser mulher é perseverança, é mocidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser mulher é ser a imagem da Humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5p15OKoRRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xQNaDKM6hMI/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5p15OKoRRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xQNaDKM6hMI/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia Internacional da Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; - 8 de Março de 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzthy5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZqObL1F2jFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(Todas as fotografias&amp;nbsp;- &lt;em&gt;Um Olhar no Feminino&lt;/em&gt; -&amp;nbsp;são da minha autoria. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O poema &lt;em&gt;Ser Mulher é&lt;/em&gt; ficou em primeiro lugar, no concurso realizado pela Escola Secundária Vitorino Nemésio, no âmbito das comemorações do &lt;em&gt;Dia Internacional da Mulher&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;@ Todos os direitos reservados.&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/844474942918118172-607838271031479919?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/607838271031479919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=607838271031479919' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/607838271031479919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/607838271031479919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ser-mulher-e.html' title='Ser Mulher é…'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5pzthy5IrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZqObL1F2jFQ/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-8666311618641545286</id><published>2010-03-05T19:57:00.019-01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:17:35.889-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Reader'/><title type='text'>Inspirational scenes: breath-taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445260123196423682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FzO1i4_gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/piJkfavC4Sg/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257823608758338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FxI-6d4EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Dt0H708HPOA/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5Fya3rx12I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yy3_EvPQsFU/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333sd322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445259230417377122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5Fya3rx12I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yy3_EvPQsFU/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333sd322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FyAoFIEMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5c2OWocvhY/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333sd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445258779552125122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FyAoFIEMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5c2OWocvhY/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333sd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257683448747810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FxA0xt1yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A0P9Ev_bJmY/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333sd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257541487186610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5Fw4j7cUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l_HE060eIHM/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADt2ulo333sd,.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257610017142962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5Fw8jOQeLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WJ8xS9vvrfg/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulosss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257450063077874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FwzPWPIfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hiRh8YDpyic/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333sd,.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257345353807074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FwtJRmdOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SJiTbYQVsGw/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FwhAzSatI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hrofTTgjeRw/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only one thing can make a life complete and this thing is love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Reader - 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(personal pictures taken from the movie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-8666311618641545286?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8666311618641545286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=8666311618641545286' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/8666311618641545286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/8666311618641545286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspirational-scenes-breath-taking.html' title='Inspirational scenes: breath-taking'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5FzO1i4_gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/piJkfavC4Sg/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-6309313105317341473</id><published>2010-03-05T15:34:00.010-01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:51:59.748-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Baby (1978)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma minha, coração teu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445193548474988866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5E2rrYZuUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L_CBV9JITvc/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Passei junto de ti, esta noite. Levavas um suspiro escondido nas tuas maõs. Perguntei-te o que era, mas não me respondeste. Talvez afinal não fosse. Talvez, afinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Levaste-me para longe de ti e, assim, ficaste. Nada mais muda agora. Nada mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica o segredo que contámos. Fica a luta que travámos. Ficam os sonhos por onde voámos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more than once, I love you more than twice. I love you more than beans, I love you more than rice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Baby, &lt;/em&gt;1978&lt;/span&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/844474942918118172-6309313105317341473?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6309313105317341473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=6309313105317341473' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6309313105317341473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6309313105317341473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/03/alma-minha-coracao-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/S5E2rrYZuUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/L_CBV9JITvc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-6609774367415213516</id><published>2010-01-12T15:47:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:52:39.769-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiro Secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar num sonho que transpira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emoção num carinho de criança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade que nunca suspira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo segundo em que volta a esperança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;Não sei se eras tu por quem chamava ontem, não sei se era a alma que recorria a todo o instante. Por momentos, deixei que cantasses para mim, por meros segundos acompanhei a melodia que a tua voz fazia ao luar, sem nunca parar de lutar. Tenho a certeza que conseguia seguir-te até ao fim, mas, simplesmente por agora, prefiro ficar no meu sonho. Gostava que tocasses para mim assim que o horizonte desaparecesse, gostava que dissesses que seria sempre assim.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Não és tu quem está sentado na meia noite, não és quem espera até ao amanhecer. Adormecer, viver, sonhar, até à eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Se fosses tu que me apanhasses ao luar talvez não tivesse de estar agora a escrever de olhos fechados para te poder sentir, talvez não tivesse de ouvir musica para te escutar. Talvez não tivesse de chorar para te poder amar.&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/844474942918118172-6609774367415213516?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6609774367415213516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=6609774367415213516' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6609774367415213516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6609774367415213516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2010/01/suspiro-secreto.html' title='Suspiro Secreto'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-3349386961328010044</id><published>2009-11-30T20:16:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:54:27.325-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Águia de Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para lá da minha &lt;strong&gt;memória&lt;/strong&gt; estás tu. Tu e os teus pensamentos. Eu e os meus sonhos que se perdem na confusão da neblina da manhã, na poeira do vento que leva consigo tudo o que resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para lá do &lt;strong&gt;horizonte&lt;/strong&gt; estás tu. Tu e as tuas recordações. Eu e as minhas esperanças que perduram ao pôr-do-sol. Luar que desespera o olhar que cria. Imaginação que suspira. Momento que foge ao teu alcance, à minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para lá da &lt;strong&gt;criação &lt;/strong&gt;estás tu. Tu e a criança. Eu e a minha inspiração que foge involuntariamente ao meu tocar. Perder e esperar pelo suspiro, pela vontade que me leva a crer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para lá do &lt;strong&gt;luar&lt;/strong&gt; permaneces tu. Inevitavel e eternamente, cisno que encanta e ilumina o lugar onde me sento, onde te sinto, onde te oiço e onde eterna e para sempre a teu lado voarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para lá da &lt;strong&gt;ilusão&lt;/strong&gt; permanecemos nós. Inocência que reina, flutuante sobre o lago de lágrimas que o meu coração respira e, assim, mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É para lá do &lt;strong&gt;olhar&lt;/strong&gt; que se ergue a montanha, percorrendo o encantado, misterioso, infinito e invisível que é o teu e o meu &lt;strong&gt;ser&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/844474942918118172-3349386961328010044?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3349386961328010044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=3349386961328010044' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/3349386961328010044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/3349386961328010044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2009/11/aguia-de-esperanca.html' title='Águia de Esperança'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-7336566744784368141</id><published>2009-06-21T23:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:39:51.777Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(not personal)'/><title type='text'>We are (n)one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senti que a tua mão escrevia sobre a minha ao luar. Voltei o olhar para o que parecia o inimaginável, ao cair da chuva. Disseste que nunca esquecerias e, assim, aqui estamos. Só nós, sem mais nada. Milhões de estrelas continuam a sorrir esta noite, nesta infindável noite. Jurei que fazia da lua o teu olhar e, por isso, brilharás para sempre. As mãos entrelaçadas não passam de meros astros neste mar, permanecendo num interminável carinho de emoções. A lua não pára de chamar o teu nome e tu esqueces o mundo, corres em direcção ao oceano. Sem querer, sigo-te com o meu olhar, os nossos corações não conseguem estar isolados neste segundo de instintos. Acompanhar-te para sempre é pouco para o que tu significas. A tua alma liberta inevitavelmente o ar que respiras e sem o amor deixas simplesmente de correr. De repente paraste e deixaste que os teus braços me abraçassem com um calor eterno. Continuo sem perceber o valor do sentimento que transpiras em minutos. Não consigo largar o teu olhar, já faz parte de mim e prometo que ficarei contigo para sempre. Mas, algo faz-me recuar e acabo por cair na areia, na doce e detestável areia. Não voltarei a sentir o sussurro da tua voz, não voltarei a ouvir o apertar da tua mão. Esta noite, deixei de ser eu e passámos a ser apenas nós. Não tu, não eu, apenas nós, num breve suspiro de esperança, ao luar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-7336566744784368141?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7336566744784368141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=7336566744784368141' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/7336566744784368141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/7336566744784368141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-none.html' title='We are (n)one'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-7080292528501211708</id><published>2009-05-30T10:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:02:44.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia: Vanessa Santos'/><title type='text'>Por momentos deixei de pensar,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/SiEQ6r6kFiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HEY2lJc4vzM/s1600-h/locked+inside+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341569233444935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/SiEQ6r6kFiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HEY2lJc4vzM/s320/locked+inside+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por momentos deixei de pensar. Tudo à minha volta parou. Preciso de um momento que recorde. Voltar atrás para quê se no futuro tudo muda. Suspiro que não vai, fica. Assim como um modelo de esperança. Criação de um imaginário infinito. Mil estrelas que brilham no meu céu. Esqueci tudo, lembrei o resto. Memórias, segundos permanecem incoerentes, não exactos. Queria poder escutar a tua voz, vento impossível. Gostava de ler as tuas palavras desorganizadas, sem sentido. Poder mudar um minuto de cores. Poder esperar por um sonho que nunca termina. Concretizar mares e poesias de felicidade, não esperar pela noite. Correr para lá da estrada , para lá do vale. Nascente que nunca escoa, mergulhando eternamente na história de um sorriso de &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/SiEP1LCKdkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BBo05uohVL8/s1600-h/locked+inside+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uma criança que nasce e renasce no horizonte do teu ser.&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/844474942918118172-7080292528501211708?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7080292528501211708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=7080292528501211708' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/7080292528501211708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/7080292528501211708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-momentos-deixei-de-pensar.html' title='Por momentos deixei de pensar,'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/SiEQ6r6kFiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HEY2lJc4vzM/s72-c/locked+inside+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-7387506124329327080</id><published>2009-05-08T16:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:59:32.209Z</updated><title type='text'>no matter what they say,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep feeling the same...&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="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Para escrever sei lá quê segundo pensamentos e palavras..para mergulhar sei lá onde num profundo oceano e lá ficar, assim, sem mais nada. Só eu e os meus livros. Só eu e as minhas histórias. Eu e mais ninguém. Eu e toda a gente. Falar e nunca calar num silêncio que perdura.Jamais magoar, jamais chorar. Lágrima aquela que cair, lá fica. Assim permanece numa chuva de emoções. Num canteiro de flores escuras. Mar que cresce muito mais depressa que uma semente. Infinito azul que nunca se esquece, que perdura. Pingos que caem sem fulgor. Sensação mais que estranha. E assim ficar, como se perdido numa estrada sem fim, sem saída aparente. Chorar para quê? Sorrir porque sim. Saudade imensa de um momento. Momentânea explosão de cores e sabores num instante desesperado de esperança e sem a mínima lembrança, amar como tudo, sentir como nada um mundo de diferenças, um mundo todo igual, significando nada, significando tudo.&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/844474942918118172-7387506124329327080?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7387506124329327080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=7387506124329327080' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/7387506124329327080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/7387506124329327080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-what-they-say.html' title='no matter what they say,'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-465543187135806181</id><published>2007-10-20T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:30:13.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de um abraço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/Rxn0iG90T2I/AAAAAAAAABw/cFSdfJtyAuQ/s1600-h/28-05-07_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123394917933272930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/Rxn0iG90T2I/AAAAAAAAABw/cFSdfJtyAuQ/s320/28-05-07_1645.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E os meus ombros sobem enquanto o espero.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar um minuto preciso sobre um desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Somente a esperança, somente o olhar,&lt;br /&gt;A única criança que deixa de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu rio. Eu choro.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a minha alma entregar-se num sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro e entrego-me ao Teu olhar, deixando que o mundo pare p’ra lutar.&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me à chuva, à tristeza do olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Faço com que as estrelas sorriam ao luar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima fulgurante que suspira, eu preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Uma extrema necessidade do que eu preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sonhar, deixa-me partir,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a Terra e querer sempre vê-la a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de algo inevitável a todo o ser,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que um momento perlonga-se ao amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;A rapidez de um segundo faz-me querer&lt;br /&gt;Que não apenas o mundo te vai fazer crescer.&lt;br /&gt;E deixar-me cair. Na mais alta escala, eu deixo-me cair.&lt;br /&gt;Voar e sentir a vontade de lutar, a vontade de perder,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o meu coração me encaminha a vencer.&lt;br /&gt;E conquisto a batalha durante a oração,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que Consegues conquistar o meu coração.&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/844474942918118172-465543187135806181?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/465543187135806181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=465543187135806181' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/465543187135806181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/465543187135806181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/10/preciso-de-um-abrao.html' title='Preciso de um abraço.'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/Rxn0iG90T2I/AAAAAAAAABw/cFSdfJtyAuQ/s72-c/28-05-07_1645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-6344867969775176344</id><published>2007-09-08T15:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:04:40.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros poemas...'/><title type='text'>Mensagem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Olá! Tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já não coloco algo no blog há algum tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não tenho escrito muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho escrito mais em prosa e como os textos são relativamente longos não os coloco aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eventualmente poderão vê-los daqui a algum tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejam também a minha galeria de fotografias em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lumari.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.lumari.deviantart.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obrigada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marry (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poesia, sonhar e imaginar, uma forma de viver.&lt;/em&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/844474942918118172-6344867969775176344?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6344867969775176344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=6344867969775176344' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6344867969775176344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/6344867969775176344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/09/mensagem.html' title='Mensagem..'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-2510901542965488016</id><published>2007-03-28T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:39:23.670Z</updated><title type='text'>O Deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/Rgwx90wt28I/AAAAAAAAABo/mBslC3RjdUg/s1600-h/numa+noite+perfeita1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047464220580240322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/Rgwx90wt28I/AAAAAAAAABo/mBslC3RjdUg/s320/numa+noite+perfeita1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sentada à sua beira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/RgwwuUwt27I/AAAAAAAAABg/tC3GiCeYJkk/s1600-h/numa+noite+perfeita1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Espreitava o pôr-do-sol,&lt;br /&gt;Espreitava a ternura que perdido tinha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Espreitava toda a amargura que continha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sentada à sua beira&lt;br /&gt;O crescer do mundo determina,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto na dura areia os pés de lobo aquecia.&lt;br /&gt;Esperava algo novo encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Diferente do que conhecia,&lt;br /&gt;Esperava uma surpresa que inesperada viria.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada à sua beira&lt;br /&gt;O tremer do solo sente&lt;br /&gt;Pois o calor do temor é mais forte que a mente,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para o horizonte já não lhe basta,&lt;br /&gt;O brilhar dos seus olhos escurecia…&lt;br /&gt;Dos altos montes previa o momento,&lt;br /&gt;A chama das histórias era apagada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Que se fazia sentir enquanto escondido,&lt;br /&gt;Estava o seu sorriso, estavam as suas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;E no seu rosto branco enfrentava as meigas águas.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada à sua beira&lt;br /&gt;Algo ela sente, a chuva que começava protegia o sol ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Que protegia aquela estrada, a primeira saída…&lt;br /&gt;E o crescer das flores no seu rosto batia.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada à sua beira&lt;br /&gt;À beleza daquela flor os seus espinhos retira&lt;br /&gt;Abandonando-a, pensando lhe melhorar&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos sentiu o pulsar,&lt;br /&gt;Um barulho estranho vindo de longe,&lt;br /&gt;Um ruído nunca ouvido até hoje…&lt;br /&gt;Sentada à sua beira&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens vê subir e a água escorrer,&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento voltara a saber,&lt;br /&gt;Qual a sensação de mais perto estar,&lt;br /&gt;O seu coração o ruído fazia aproximar,&lt;br /&gt;Era aquele bater nunca antes descoberto&lt;br /&gt;Que de novo pôs tudo no sítio certo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentada à sua beira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sol via nascer e junto da sua lareira o fogo lhe aquecer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;27/03/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-2510901542965488016?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2510901542965488016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=2510901542965488016' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/2510901542965488016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/2510901542965488016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-deserto.html' title='O Deserto'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/Rgwx90wt28I/AAAAAAAAABo/mBslC3RjdUg/s72-c/numa+noite+perfeita1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-931407568514679917</id><published>2007-03-24T15:51:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:41:23.345-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acho que é uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/RgViZTBKK6I/AAAAAAAAABY/-EpHG9CTwFA/s1600-h/P3230099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045547144279894946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/RgViZTBKK6I/AAAAAAAAABY/-EpHG9CTwFA/s320/P3230099.JPG" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acho que comecei por descobrir a razão,&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir o pensamento vindo do azul,&lt;br /&gt;Um azul liberto de toda a maldade,&lt;br /&gt;Um azul vindo da profunda realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Borboleta que voa ao longo do Teu olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Situando a historia no seu começar.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vejo toda essa alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Começo a reconhecer a nascente da magia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Onde uma pétala brilhante cai devagar,&lt;br /&gt;Onde um simples momento transforma o sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;A criação da tua vida, a tua pura imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Começa desde que encontras a tua direcção,&lt;br /&gt;Múltiplas escolhas, subtracção das possíveis&lt;br /&gt;Dar longos passos sem lembrar os impossíveis,&lt;br /&gt;É querer para conseguir e lutar para vencer,&lt;br /&gt;Começar a caminhada sem nada temer.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que me questionei qual das cores escolheria&lt;br /&gt;O brilhar do Teu olhar um arco-íris faria,&lt;br /&gt;E olhando para as ervas, às estrelas eu pedia…&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não me lembrei de terminar,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela força me fez levantar e abandonar&lt;br /&gt;Toda a tristeza, toda a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E naquele instante tive a sensação&lt;br /&gt;De algo maior, muito mais importante,&lt;br /&gt;A Tua opinião é sempre relevante,&lt;br /&gt;E toda essa flor rodeada pela borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de triste ficar por alguma beleza lhe “roubar”&lt;br /&gt;Encontrou a felicidade por a alguém ajudar…&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a claridade não está assim tão distante,&lt;br /&gt;É querer encontrar o que é realmente importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;16/03/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-931407568514679917?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/931407568514679917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=931407568514679917' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/931407568514679917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/931407568514679917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/03/acho-que-uma-flor-acho-que-comecei-por.html' title='Acho que é uma flor'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/RgViZTBKK6I/AAAAAAAAABY/-EpHG9CTwFA/s72-c/P3230099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-1684107734102333669</id><published>2007-03-18T20:12:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:26:50.842-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regressar à infância ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enquanto uma gaivota&lt;br /&gt;Planeia pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;A amizade e a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Dominam o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que ela mostra&lt;br /&gt;Não é de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;O amor de criança voltou ao coração&lt;br /&gt;E vou conseguir dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que a flor que quebraste&lt;br /&gt;Voltou a nascer…&lt;br /&gt;Que a flor que quebraste&lt;br /&gt;Vai continuar a viver…&lt;br /&gt;No mundo da fantasia espero o lugar&lt;br /&gt;A verdade impossível conseguiste alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Linda é a magia, o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;A brincar ilumina todo o meu sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar que as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Pertencem ao meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo onde as crianças&lt;br /&gt;Não param um segundo…&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar que o sonho voltou ao meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;O brilho do amor chegou para ficar&lt;br /&gt;E pensar que a historia&lt;br /&gt;Que querias mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma simples memória…&lt;br /&gt;Podes lá voltar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que quiseres…&lt;br /&gt;Basta regressar ao preciso momento&lt;br /&gt;Que paraste de sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram os contos, todas as fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que as lembranças voltem com magia,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que todo o mundo grite de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Onde o calor de um abraço&lt;br /&gt;O beijo de um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Leve o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;A sentir-se livre do perigo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que estás comigo…&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/844474942918118172-1684107734102333669?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1684107734102333669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=1684107734102333669' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/1684107734102333669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/1684107734102333669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/03/regressar-infncia.html' title='Regressar à infância ♥'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-844474942918118172.post-3405994780467120823</id><published>2007-03-15T21:47:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:27:04.703-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Novo Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ao nascer do Sol &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042299442924469266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUq1hblMEBk/RfnYoMqpvBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G9TUCEBkAnQ/s320/1+Fev+d(2dd4).psd.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A claridade domina&lt;br /&gt;E podemos ver com o nosso coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;A escuridão que se sentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Onde é impossível vermos o que está certo,&lt;br /&gt;É impossível distinguirmos o longe do perto.&lt;br /&gt;Onde é impossível conseguirmos alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;O que de dia está tão fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Onde uma estrela não pára de brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Enquanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;uma criança não consegue caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;Ao nascer do Sol&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia nasce&lt;br /&gt;Do alto das montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a flor que quebraste&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a chuva que cai …&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço de um irmão&lt;br /&gt;E o mar soltando&lt;br /&gt;A sua raiva na confusão.&lt;br /&gt;E na areia tudo o que lá resta&lt;br /&gt;Abriga-se no aconchego da floresta.&lt;br /&gt;É estarmos aqui para ajudar&lt;br /&gt;E gritar para socorrer&lt;br /&gt;É fazermos com que o mundo não pare de girar&lt;br /&gt;E limparmos as gotas do sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;A solidão apodera-se do reino&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza do olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Acabou-se o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que encantava tal lugar.&lt;br /&gt;A luz já não existia&lt;br /&gt;E toda a energia&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora dominara&lt;br /&gt;Tinha terminado.&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Foi se acalmando …&lt;br /&gt;E olhando o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Fui sempre caminhando.&lt;br /&gt;A noite que caía&lt;br /&gt;Com um riso de criança&lt;br /&gt;Fez com que a claridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Não fosse apenas um sussurro de esperança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Janeiro de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/844474942918118172-3405994780467120823?l=marrysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3405994780467120823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=3405994780467120823' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/3405994780467120823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/3405994780467120823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-novo-olhar-ao-nascer-do-sol.html' title='Um Novo Olhar'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=844474942918118172&amp;postID=4109464820655061982' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4109464820655061982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/844474942918118172/posts/default/4109464820655061982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrysantos.blogspot.com/2007/03/criei-este-blog-para-poder-partilhar.html' title='Benvidos'/><author><name>Maria Armanda Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04963454886752537356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exe1kaagnFE/TezbkpudB8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/MsloDYtSS4o/s220/SAM_0052%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
