<?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-1263108197530928967</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:54:34.279-07:00</updated><category term='qualquer coisa de fofinho'/><title type='text'>Take me down to the Paradise City</title><subtitle type='html'>Where the grass is green And the girls are pretty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3009744637229609995</id><published>2009-09-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:15:02.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Nova, Blog Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foolenoughtoalmostbeit.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.foolenoughtoalmostbeit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3009744637229609995?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3009744637229609995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3009744637229609995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3009744637229609995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3009744637229609995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-nova-blog-novo.html' title='Vida Nova, Blog Novo'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-14164966663362218</id><published>2009-09-07T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:37:10.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nightmare Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SqWZBIom_SI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jxUcndVdZ-U/s1600-h/Nightmare-Before-Christmas-nightmare-before-christmas-494173_800_494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378873574740655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SqWZBIom_SI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jxUcndVdZ-U/s320/Nightmare-Before-Christmas-nightmare-before-christmas-494173_800_494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-14164966663362218?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/14164966663362218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=14164966663362218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/14164966663362218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/14164966663362218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare-before-christmas.html' title='The Nightmare Before Christmas'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SqWZBIom_SI/AAAAAAAAAl4/jxUcndVdZ-U/s72-c/Nightmare-Before-Christmas-nightmare-before-christmas-494173_800_494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4759477200241141699</id><published>2009-09-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:23:18.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marte Ataca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SqMAv_mzk4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/b-wdOu91rgU/s1600-h/marte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378143204538553218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SqMAv_mzk4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/b-wdOu91rgU/s320/marte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fibalmente acabei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas gostei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4759477200241141699?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4759477200241141699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4759477200241141699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4759477200241141699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4759477200241141699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/marte-ataca.html' title='Marte Ataca!'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SqMAv_mzk4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/b-wdOu91rgU/s72-c/marte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3777781625536143189</id><published>2009-08-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:00:03.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites Ritual, Bonitas Noites Ritual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ou Bonito Chão da Estação de Comboios de Viana do Castelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375770730036515538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SpqS_zXE0tI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sxxEO-iNty0/s320/DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Foram dois dias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bónitos&lt;/span&gt; na companhia de pessoas não tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bónitas&lt;/span&gt; mas que costumam tornar as coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bónitas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não há registos fotográficos dessas pessoas (só mesmo do chão da estação) o que é pena, pois foi a primeira vez que os cinco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maneleiros&lt;/span&gt; se juntaram para um concerto do Manel Cruz (que diga-se de passagem, é um génio, coisa que temos de realçar cada vez que falamos dele senão estaremos a desvaloriza-lo, o que era um crime grave!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fora falta de informação e outro tipo de contratempos, que até &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;contribuíram&lt;/span&gt; para que fosse ainda mais engraçado, foi tudo muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bónito&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/1263108197530928967-3777781625536143189?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3777781625536143189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3777781625536143189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3777781625536143189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3777781625536143189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/noites-ritual-bonitas-noites-ritual.html' title='Noites Ritual, Bonitas Noites Ritual...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SpqS_zXE0tI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sxxEO-iNty0/s72-c/DSC00068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-792190370134327326</id><published>2009-08-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:30:53.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou a ficar com vontade de ir embora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Estou a ficar outra vez com pouca paciência....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-792190370134327326?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/792190370134327326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=792190370134327326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/792190370134327326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/792190370134327326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/estou-ficar-com-vontade-de-ir-embora.html' title='Estou a ficar com vontade de ir embora...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7108425485526139380</id><published>2009-08-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:37:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quinta, sábado e domingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Três noites extraordinárias :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374249292660146514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SpUrQfdnAVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hkFx8f2DPEU/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noites Ritual, aqui vou eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7108425485526139380?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7108425485526139380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7108425485526139380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7108425485526139380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7108425485526139380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/quinta-sabado-e-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SpUrQfdnAVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hkFx8f2DPEU/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7250837968322987768</id><published>2009-08-22T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:05:11.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheguei agora a casa, e sinto-me feliz após duas noites que me fizeram sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me bem, realmente bem :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vamos dançar e cantar em Marte?&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/1263108197530928967-7250837968322987768?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7250837968322987768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7250837968322987768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7250837968322987768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7250837968322987768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheguei-agora-casa-e-sinto-me-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3809413183225683554</id><published>2009-08-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:59:10.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So come and dance with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sov0hZuIQvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1fnthdVBJJw/s1600-h/summertimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371655835246674674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sov0hZuIQvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1fnthdVBJJw/s320/summertimes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3809413183225683554?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3809413183225683554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3809413183225683554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3809413183225683554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3809413183225683554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-come-and-dance-with-me.html' title='So come and dance with me.'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sov0hZuIQvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1fnthdVBJJw/s72-c/summertimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7425983535731185412</id><published>2009-08-10T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:15:06.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A caminhar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SoCbRJl6_II/AAAAAAAAAlI/rs1oHcx7WPM/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368461474760686722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SoCbRJl6_II/AAAAAAAAAlI/rs1oHcx7WPM/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Para aquele sitio onde só eu posso chegar.&lt;br /&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/1263108197530928967-7425983535731185412?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7425983535731185412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7425983535731185412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7425983535731185412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7425983535731185412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/caminhar.html' title='A caminhar....'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SoCbRJl6_II/AAAAAAAAAlI/rs1oHcx7WPM/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5734072814557486142</id><published>2009-08-09T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:06:21.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murros e Cotoveladas</title><content type='html'>Ontem rumei eu até à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrinha&lt;/span&gt; dos meus antepassados para assistir a um concerto dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Srs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xutos&lt;/span&gt; e Pontapés. Tinha a ideia de por aqui algumas fotografias e alguns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vídeos&lt;/span&gt; que registassem o momento, mas devido à estupidez que a minha maquina decidiu demonstrar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fodeu&lt;/span&gt;-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367932516708287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sn66LvSqg2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/g79JAAKZVOs/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só para verem como ela estava &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sóbria&lt;/span&gt;! E depois a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bêbeda&lt;/span&gt; sou eu!!!-.-'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E pronto a companhia era &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADORÁVEL&lt;/span&gt;, ainda me cruzei com alguns seres algo estranhos no final do concerto, mas no geral foi agradável :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-5734072814557486142?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5734072814557486142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5734072814557486142' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5734072814557486142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5734072814557486142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/murros-e-cotoveladas.html' title='Murros e Cotoveladas'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sn66LvSqg2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/g79JAAKZVOs/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-936821127986083353</id><published>2009-08-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:48:19.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itália</title><content type='html'>Regra nº1: Nunca me acordem umas 2 ou 3 horas após ter adormecido! E evitem deitar-me agua em cima para o fazerem, e fazer-me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smilles&lt;/span&gt; com pasta dos dentes quando eu estou meia acordada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Provavelmente serei um tanto ou quanto antipática e incoerente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pronto foi bonito! Muito bonito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pedro é o maior, mesmo :D Quem é o tolo que atravessa Roma inteira a pé e sozinho só para estar com três tolas, doidas varridas, que gozam com ele o quanto podem, fazem-no perder dois autocarros e chamam-lhe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puta&lt;/span&gt; de 10 em 10 segundos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roma é uma cidade LINDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Flores foi assediado pela Rita. O César andou a atirar-se para cima de nós! (literalmente!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As histórias com o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Massimo&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Minimo&lt;/span&gt; às 5 da manha! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto, foram 12 dias memoráveis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-936821127986083353?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/936821127986083353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=936821127986083353' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/936821127986083353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/936821127986083353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/italia.html' title='Itália'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-2511659102105924422</id><published>2009-07-22T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:49:04.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor tarde destas ferias :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentimos no ar a melodia etérea. É a nossa música.&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos e dançamos como se fosse a última vez, o último olhar, o último toque, o último beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Estás linda.&lt;br /&gt;O teu vestido, da cor do vinho que enche os copos, aquece o chão que pisas e relembra a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;O Amor é Não Haver Polícia - Linda Martini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-2511659102105924422?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2511659102105924422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=2511659102105924422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2511659102105924422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2511659102105924422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/melhor-tarde-destas-ferias-d.html' title='Melhor tarde destas ferias :D'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7094246607489771944</id><published>2009-07-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:45:12.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Será assim tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;Apreciar o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Vivenciar a luz na Primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Amar, pensar, realizar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Matthew Arnold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7094246607489771944?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7094246607489771944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7094246607489771944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7094246607489771944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7094246607489771944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera-assim-tao-pouco-apreciar-o-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8338762767285889708</id><published>2009-07-13T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:02:50.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok!</title><content type='html'>Assunto resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;Candidatura feita.&lt;br /&gt;Amanha o exame também fica feito, mas estou sem grandes (ou mesmo nenhumas) esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;         ITÁLIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltam 10 dias, meus amores :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8338762767285889708?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8338762767285889708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8338762767285889708' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8338762767285889708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8338762767285889708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title='Ok!'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4755181548121410234</id><published>2009-07-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:49:21.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é tão difícil comunicar!</title><content type='html'>Fiz tanta asneira, eu sei. Andava nervosa, chateada, aborrecida, cansada, o que acabam tudo por ser desculpas... a verdade é que explodi por tudo e por razão nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;Seis anos, em seis anos nunca discutimos, pelo menos não como agora.&lt;br /&gt;Magoaste-me com o que disseste, mas o que doeu mais foi o facto de saber que em parte tinhas razão, eu estava furiosa e atirei-te coisas a cara que não devia, que não queria, que.... merda, e agora? Agora ambos temos no msn uma foto de nós os dois e nem sequer somos capazes de falar?&lt;br /&gt;Oh rapaz, como tu és importante, mas onde está a nossa cumplicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Custa-me tanto estar assim contigo, e estou para aqui às voltas e acho que não consigo explicar-me o suficiente, faltam as palavars certas, mas há quem diga que as palavras certas não existem, existem as palavras do momento e o que me surge agora é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peço desculpa.&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/1263108197530928967-4755181548121410234?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4755181548121410234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4755181548121410234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4755181548121410234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4755181548121410234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-e-tao-dificil-comunicar-fiz-tanta.html' title='Como é tão difícil comunicar!'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-6726708224971678172</id><published>2009-07-11T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:20:18.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anedota do dia</title><content type='html'>-Paizinho, os crocodilos quando morrem vão para o céu?&lt;br /&gt;-Não, minha filha.&lt;br /&gt;-E os missionários?&lt;br /&gt;-Esses sim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;filhinha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-E se um crocodilo engolir um missionário?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s.: Agora é a altura em que as pessoas se riem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-6726708224971678172?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6726708224971678172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=6726708224971678172' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6726708224971678172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6726708224971678172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/paizinho-os-crocodilos-quando-morrem.html' title='Anedota do dia'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8531112979490203788</id><published>2009-07-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:27:43.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É assim, agora deixei de ter a minha menina rosinha e fofinha, para ter um macho, preto, moderno, chique e que "bota montes de estilo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8531112979490203788?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8531112979490203788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8531112979490203788' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8531112979490203788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8531112979490203788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-assim-agora-deixei-de-ter-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7848157178358054391</id><published>2009-07-02T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:57:40.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afinal, sou capaz de aguentar o blog por mais uns dias, mais uns meses, talvez até a minha vida começar de novo. Porque me espera a mudança, e estou farta de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Paciência é uma virtude, e é das poucas que não tenho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que ia ser mais fácil esperar para saber o que me espera...&lt;br /&gt;Mas só me resta esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7848157178358054391?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7848157178358054391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7848157178358054391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7848157178358054391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7848157178358054391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/afinal-sou-capaz-de-aguentar-o-blog-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-9149701286148736690</id><published>2009-06-28T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:15:20.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foram lágrimas abundantes&lt;br /&gt;Foram lágrimas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;silenciosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram as lágrimas que ditaram o fim de uma etapa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e o fim deste Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Foram momentos, textos sentidos, fotografias que pararam em momentos significativos, foram os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; dois anos aqui marcados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lágrimas e sorrisos marcam esta fase, esperemos pela próxima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-9149701286148736690?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9149701286148736690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=9149701286148736690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/9149701286148736690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/9149701286148736690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/foram-lagrimas-abundantes-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-2990120444203184883</id><published>2009-06-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:56:03.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acabaram os exames e agora.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FÉRIAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, acho que é desta que posso arrumar as coisas por uns mesinhos e com a bagagem toda partir para Itália, aproveitar ainda bons concertos e descansar um bom bocado... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora fica o meu futuro pendente, já não posso fazer mais nada, só me resta esperar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-2990120444203184883?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2990120444203184883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=2990120444203184883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2990120444203184883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2990120444203184883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/acabaram-os-exames-e-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-9003277143175930653</id><published>2009-06-19T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:50:48.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjwVzaa_9-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/kyazE1ycyCg/s1600-h/IMG_0024+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349174430419384290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjwVzaa_9-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/kyazE1ycyCg/s400/IMG_0024+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjwVit6B7jI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cyUTKX90JmE/s1600-h/IMG_0024+(2)+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era bom se o mundo fosse assim tão facil de construir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a realidade é que temos de fazer algo, e tu, ou começas a faze-lo, ou continuas a viver num mundo que não te pertence.&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/1263108197530928967-9003277143175930653?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9003277143175930653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=9003277143175930653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/9003277143175930653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/9003277143175930653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/era-bom-se-o-mundo-fosse-assim-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjwVzaa_9-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/kyazE1ycyCg/s72-c/IMG_0024+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4689140099736568031</id><published>2009-06-19T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:09:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjtjG2geD7I/AAAAAAAAAko/-rQj9yLdIDc/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348977951794663346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjtjG2geD7I/AAAAAAAAAko/-rQj9yLdIDc/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maio de 2008 (11ºano)&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/1263108197530928967-4689140099736568031?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4689140099736568031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4689140099736568031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4689140099736568031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4689140099736568031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjtjG2geD7I/AAAAAAAAAko/-rQj9yLdIDc/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7943539133555773802</id><published>2009-06-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:27:08.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjeZKACnuHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3kcJ5sI_mO0/s1600-h/my+claxx...lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347911479614486642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjeZKACnuHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3kcJ5sI_mO0/s320/my+claxx...lol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dezembro de 2006 (10º ano)&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/1263108197530928967-7943539133555773802?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7943539133555773802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7943539133555773802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7943539133555773802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7943539133555773802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjeZKACnuHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3kcJ5sI_mO0/s72-c/my+claxx...lol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7709520237828966501</id><published>2009-06-12T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:30:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjLkgwL5OOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0CZX03VNKzo/s1600-h/IMG_3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346586958983936226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjLkgwL5OOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0CZX03VNKzo/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entediada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7709520237828966501?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7709520237828966501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7709520237828966501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7709520237828966501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7709520237828966501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/entediada.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SjLkgwL5OOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0CZX03VNKzo/s72-c/IMG_3760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8981243263089306606</id><published>2009-06-09T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:23:46.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canta de novo a canção da lua....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Si7QcEX6hOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Tv69bKgjaUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345438988364317922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Si7QcEX6hOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Tv69bKgjaUQ/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Enquanto não chega o dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porque aquela foi a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A minha noite, a nossa noite, a madrugada, que me custou uma constipação e uma enorme felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8981243263089306606?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8981243263089306606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8981243263089306606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8981243263089306606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8981243263089306606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/canta-de-novo-cancao-da-lua.html' title='Canta de novo a canção da lua....'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Si7QcEX6hOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Tv69bKgjaUQ/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-6505692991012471465</id><published>2009-06-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:48:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sik9uJ6PLqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KzZTTdE2e-M/s1600-h/IMG_0037+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343870295995264674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 508px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sik9uJ6PLqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KzZTTdE2e-M/s320/IMG_0037+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ultimo dia de aulas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida do secundário está a chegar ao fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Começo-me a despedir deste sitio que foi "meu" durante três anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-6505692991012471465?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6505692991012471465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=6505692991012471465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6505692991012471465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6505692991012471465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimo-dia-de-aulas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sik9uJ6PLqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KzZTTdE2e-M/s72-c/IMG_0037+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-6817067905373794287</id><published>2009-06-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:31:42.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SiU10vn3GEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/69r-vz_DG1c/s1600-h/parvalhonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342735713198086210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SiU10vn3GEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/69r-vz_DG1c/s320/parvalhonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Fool enough to almost be it&lt;br /&gt;Cool enough to not quite see it&lt;br /&gt;Doomed&lt;br /&gt;Pick your pockets full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And run away with me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll try and ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;But somehow we'll feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one knowsWhere our secrets go"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Mayonaise - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-6817067905373794287?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6817067905373794287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=6817067905373794287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6817067905373794287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6817067905373794287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/fool-enough-to-almost-be-it-cool-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SiU10vn3GEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/69r-vz_DG1c/s72-c/parvalhonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3890775099883376843</id><published>2009-05-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:47:58.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sh1SeEJ9mtI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KenbXonoKz4/s1600-h/IMG_0039+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340515409596357330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sh1SeEJ9mtI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KenbXonoKz4/s320/IMG_0039+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Está quase....&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/1263108197530928967-3890775099883376843?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3890775099883376843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3890775099883376843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3890775099883376843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3890775099883376843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Sh1SeEJ9mtI/AAAAAAAAAjY/KenbXonoKz4/s72-c/IMG_0039+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1720266307890647952</id><published>2009-05-23T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:37:00.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deolinda em Valença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/ShftuRnzhOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3qLLsAwlurw/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338997262531134690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/ShftuRnzhOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3qLLsAwlurw/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/ShftWYeGQTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/n3dHeu3SHlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338996852052607282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/ShftWYeGQTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/n3dHeu3SHlQ/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Shfsxy1xVPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-dq8H6Pu6_I/s1600-h/IMG_0103+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338996223476061426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Shfsxy1xVPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-dq8H6Pu6_I/s320/IMG_0103+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Shfr9ClOHWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/eDaIaYxw3N0/s1600-h/22-05-09++Valen%C3%A7a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338995317168545122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/Shfr9ClOHWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/eDaIaYxw3N0/s320/22-05-09++Valen%C3%A7a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-1720266307890647952?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1720266307890647952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1720266307890647952' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1720266307890647952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1720266307890647952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/deolinda-em-valenca.html' title='Deolinda em Valença'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/ShftuRnzhOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3qLLsAwlurw/s72-c/IMG_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4589087347104443469</id><published>2009-05-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:40:28.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Fiz dum berço a minha cova&lt;br /&gt;dela fiz o meu canteiro&lt;br /&gt;onde as plantas&lt;br /&gt;crescem como eu&lt;br /&gt;cada flor é uma prova&lt;br /&gt;como tudo se renova&lt;br /&gt;faço porque nada seja meu&lt;br /&gt;estou feliz por estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;no momento em que eu procuro&lt;br /&gt;uma flor que eu queira ver crescer&lt;br /&gt;tudo passa mas algo fica&lt;br /&gt;bom é não saber o&lt;br /&gt;quê"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Canteiro - Foge Foge Bandido&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4589087347104443469?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4589087347104443469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4589087347104443469' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4589087347104443469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4589087347104443469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiz-dum-berco-minha-cova-dela-fiz-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1089797638108381415</id><published>2009-05-07T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:47:18.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como? Como é que eu hei-de confiar nesta gente se tudo o que fazem e me dizem me leva a não confiar?&lt;br /&gt;Como? Como hei-de eu salvar uns sem magoar outros, se nem sei se eles merecem essa preocupação?&lt;br /&gt;E porque? Porque é que eu não consigo ficar sentada na bancada a ver o cortejo passar?&lt;br /&gt;Podia ficar só e simplesmente a olhar e a ver. A ver o “diz que disse, diz que viu, diz que aconteceu”, a ver as pessoas a serem ingénuas como sempre foram, e os outros a abusar da boa vontade delas, isso sempre aconteceu no mundo, é só mais uma vez em tantas outras. E sempre podemos dizer “mas ela sabe o que está a fazer!” e não teremos nada a ver com isso, agora dizer que não se tem coragem para alertar e saber que a pessoa talvez não tenha assim tanta certeza do que faz… isso já me parece ridículo de mais, absurdo de mais, que raio de amizade posso eu esperar dessa gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa vou ter de fazer, sentada é que eu não fico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-1089797638108381415?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1089797638108381415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1089797638108381415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1089797638108381415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1089797638108381415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-como-e-que-eu-hei-de-confiar-nesta.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-963658869869850007</id><published>2009-05-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:00:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30-04-2009</title><content type='html'>Foi perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Com todos os contratempos, só tornou tudo mais especial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho medo que isto acabe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-963658869869850007?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/963658869869850007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=963658869869850007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/963658869869850007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/963658869869850007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/30-04-2009.html' title='30-04-2009'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3232073057884742035</id><published>2009-04-14T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:18:59.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias fixolas :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SeSyDdm7D6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_m3POGCFd2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324576432016002978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SeSyDdm7D6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_m3POGCFd2Q/s200/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?photoId=3564724407&amp;amp;ownerId=102837526&amp;amp;albumId=319267566"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="332" src="http://photos4.hi5.com/0084/929/639/YmDJof929639-02.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?photoId=3564724408&amp;amp;ownerId=102837526&amp;amp;albumId=319267566"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="329" src="http://photos2.hi5.com/0085/780/649/9JqUZw780649-02.jpg" width="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?photoId=3566576314&amp;amp;ownerId=102837526&amp;amp;albumId=319267566"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="322" src="http://photos2.hi5.com/0085/625/137/vRCBJZ625137-02.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3232073057884742035?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3232073057884742035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3232073057884742035' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3232073057884742035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3232073057884742035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/ferias-fixolas-d.html' title='Férias fixolas :D'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SeSyDdm7D6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_m3POGCFd2Q/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8549041649290184340</id><published>2009-04-02T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:46:56.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chego ao fim de mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais de mim, preciso mais de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Não os quero desiludir, nao quero desiludir ninguém. Já o fiz muitas vezes e cada vez consigo menos fazer aquilo que esperam de mim! Menos tempo, menos predesposição, menos vontade, menos tudo e mais de mais alguma coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8549041649290184340?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8549041649290184340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8549041649290184340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8549041649290184340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8549041649290184340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/chego-ao-fim-de-mais-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4672708438920624658</id><published>2009-03-24T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:49:10.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um aperto&lt;br /&gt;Uma liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Sem duvida, pensei que ia ser mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale assim, somos mais felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por me mostrares o mundo doutra maneira&lt;br /&gt;Não é um fim, nem penses que te livras de mim :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4672708438920624658?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4672708438920624658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4672708438920624658' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4672708438920624658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4672708438920624658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-aperto-uma-liberdade-sem-duvida.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5984952118639448154</id><published>2009-03-23T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:30:53.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansada&lt;br /&gt;          Ansiosa&lt;br /&gt;                  Entusiasmada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos de continuar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-5984952118639448154?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5984952118639448154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5984952118639448154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5984952118639448154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5984952118639448154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/cansada-ansiosa-entusiasmada-temos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-725133895933722988</id><published>2009-03-12T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:42:42.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só faltas tu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-725133895933722988?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/725133895933722988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=725133895933722988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/725133895933722988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/725133895933722988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-faltas-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7191216100959689278</id><published>2009-03-11T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:28:37.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensei que era mais facil....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7191216100959689278?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7191216100959689278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7191216100959689278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7191216100959689278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7191216100959689278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensei-que-era-mais-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1225753725420454460</id><published>2009-03-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:43:30.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cada vez me parece tudo tão estranho, tão confuso, como se tivesse que começar tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;As coisas estão todas a piorar. Nada corre como o planeado.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me sozinha. (como há muito não me sentia).&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que tudo a minha volta são desconhecidos. Está tudo a ruir. Cada vez tenho menos. Ou cada vez quero mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-1225753725420454460?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1225753725420454460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1225753725420454460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1225753725420454460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1225753725420454460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/cada-vez-me-parece-tudo-tao-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7951822333321462684</id><published>2009-03-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:38:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey mas isso eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;mostra-me o que é feio em ti&lt;br /&gt;sem que temas que alguém&lt;br /&gt;filtre o gozo que há em si"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caretéquide - Doismileoito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7951822333321462684?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7951822333321462684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7951822333321462684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7951822333321462684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7951822333321462684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-mas-isso-eu-ja-sei-mostra-me-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-6765130713213693671</id><published>2009-02-27T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:34:41.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minha falta de paciencia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-6765130713213693671?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6765130713213693671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=6765130713213693671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6765130713213693671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/6765130713213693671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/minha-falta-de-paciencia.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5043625801028113784</id><published>2009-02-23T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:10:02.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei</title><content type='html'>Não sei se é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se isso muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que não te posso ajudar, sei que não, mas quero-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque precisas de alguem, e eu no fundo não sirvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa-me saber que não sou capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que a minha vida é quase perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar o problema é mesmo esse, é aborrecido, sinto-me um bocado inutil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer mais por ti, quero fazer mais por quem me pede ajuda e conselhos de coisas que não sei. De coisas que não faço ideia, porque não sou elas, e sou eu. Porque são os sonhos delas e não os meus. Não posso dizer para avançar, se eu própria não sei se tinha coragem e força para avançar. Não posso dizer que parem, se eles querem seguir o sonho deles e se calhar so precisem dum empurrão. Mas como saber? Como é que eu sei o que é que eles precisam de ouvir ou sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que conheço á anos, e continuo sem saber o que lhes dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Desiste-se dum sonho quando se está cansado?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, hoje foi a pergunta que me fizeram mais do que uma vez... Pergunta que já muitas vezes me fizeram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Quem sabe eu nem vos quero bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu nem sou ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu não sei quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu sou quem queria ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu nunca o vou saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe eu sou bem melhor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe - Foge Foge Bandido&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/1263108197530928967-5043625801028113784?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5043625801028113784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5043625801028113784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5043625801028113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5043625801028113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-sei.html' title='Não sei'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1412987942074988170</id><published>2009-02-17T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:17:40.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 de Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZso5MWvKWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xSXr4BVATAY/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303877949193136482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZso5MWvKWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xSXr4BVATAY/s200/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor dia dos Namorados de sempre *.* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e a culpa é do Covas xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muitos pormenores a resolver la cheguei á estação, a Ana e o Zé já lá estavam, e o sorriso da Ana fez-me achar que aquele dia ia ser ainda melhor do que o que eu esperava!&lt;br /&gt;O André que não se calava, a mulherzinha sempre a emenda-lo, a Cris imitar aquelas vozes irritantes, as mensagens o Tiago, e todas as conversas, risos, chegamos à Estação de São Bento cantar o "Tirem o Macaco da Prisão" bem dispostos para o dia que tínhamos pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;Um tarde de "papo pó ar" a apanhar aquele solinho a beira-rio, com muitas fotografias e brincadeiras, com uma banda sonora que ia do som do violino a musicas do FFB e Ornatos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZsoWgh_yMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BsfkGcZhh04/s1600-h/IMG_0233+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303877353313650882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZsoWgh_yMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BsfkGcZhh04/s320/IMG_0233+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muitas batatas fritas, bolachas e sandes lá fomos por aquelas escadas acima, apanhar o autocarro rumo a Sta Maria da Feira. E depois de uma viagem bem pertadinhos, tinhamos o Alex à nossa espera! :')&lt;br /&gt;Uma chamada po Tiago e um jantar picante &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(extremamente picante segundo a Cris)&lt;/span&gt; e depois lá fomos nós marcar lugar na grande razão de estarmos ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, o concerto deixou a desejar, talvez pelas expectativas, talvez pelo ambiente. O Manel estava muito fechado (apesar de ser na mesma muito bom, não digo que ele tenha feito um excelente trabalho), mas a Russian Red e o Josh Rouse foram brilhantes e surpreenderam :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303876464518951714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZsnixg08yI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Uqw-C52e0JY/s320/3282485164_f0d2ff119f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saimos de lá contentes, mas um pouco cansados, principalmente o Alex!&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos para a "terrinha" e dia 21 de Março voltaremos a ir ver o Manel, e esperemos que desta vez seja melhor :D&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos temos o Tiago :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cris, Covas, Alex e Tiago, vocês são Deuses *.*&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/1263108197530928967-1412987942074988170?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1412987942074988170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1412987942074988170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1412987942074988170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1412987942074988170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/14-de-fevereiro.html' title='14 de Fevereiro'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZso5MWvKWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xSXr4BVATAY/s72-c/IMG_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5110230874280836487</id><published>2009-02-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:14:21.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta quase :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZHtJVl4_GI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Mdf4iS-MqvA/s1600-h/Foge%2BFoge%2BBandido%2Bfoge%2Bbandido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301278981062458466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZHtJVl4_GI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Mdf4iS-MqvA/s400/Foge%2BFoge%2BBandido%2Bfoge%2Bbandido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A chuva molha a minha roupa&lt;br /&gt;os carros não param de gritar&lt;br /&gt;convidando-me para morrer&lt;br /&gt;eu procuro não olhar&lt;br /&gt;desse eu brilho à minha estrela&lt;br /&gt;não teria de me esconder&lt;br /&gt;mas a chuva nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;lembra-me que vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;meu amor está perto&lt;br /&gt;vejo-o correndo para mim&lt;br /&gt;só que eu não sou certo&lt;br /&gt;vejo-me correndo para o fim&lt;br /&gt;vem morar na tua casa&lt;br /&gt;o pobre nunca te viu ficar&lt;br /&gt;chegas sempre com um dos pés pronto para não entrar&lt;br /&gt;meu amor está perto&lt;br /&gt;vejo-o correndo para mim&lt;br /&gt;só que eu não sou certo&lt;br /&gt;vejo-me correndo para o fim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Meu Amor Está Perto - Foge Foge Bandido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-5110230874280836487?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5110230874280836487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5110230874280836487' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5110230874280836487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5110230874280836487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/ta-quase-d.html' title='Ta quase :D'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SZHtJVl4_GI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Mdf4iS-MqvA/s72-c/Foge%2BFoge%2BBandido%2Bfoge%2Bbandido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4310268982401303999</id><published>2009-02-04T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:34:58.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tua voz</title><content type='html'>Por momentos senti-te tão perto :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4310268982401303999?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4310268982401303999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4310268982401303999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4310268982401303999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4310268982401303999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/tua-voz.html' title='A tua voz'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1587347090271057798</id><published>2009-02-01T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:57:29.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já era altura de deixar de ser criança, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-1587347090271057798?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1587347090271057798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1587347090271057798' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1587347090271057798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1587347090271057798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/ja-era-altura-de-deixar-de-ser-crianca.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4575338548935192197</id><published>2009-01-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:35:11.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SYDPf0iPs9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Db8OpWJ_3Q4/s1600-h/fotos_cartoons_1_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296461307372876754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SYDPf0iPs9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Db8OpWJ_3Q4/s400/fotos_cartoons_1_03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SYDPVEKyWAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j7mJULNJs2s/s1600-h/fotos_cartoons_1_03.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4575338548935192197?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4575338548935192197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4575338548935192197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4575338548935192197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4575338548935192197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SYDPf0iPs9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Db8OpWJ_3Q4/s72-c/fotos_cartoons_1_03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-2127738537698144476</id><published>2009-01-27T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:31:44.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... e guardo-o só para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fico a ver passar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                       ...não quero sentir nada, não quero ver nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                               não quero sofrer, não quero pensar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                         só quero fugir deste mundo que é cada vez menos meu.&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/1263108197530928967-2127738537698144476?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2127738537698144476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=2127738537698144476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2127738537698144476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2127738537698144476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1943473219989276516</id><published>2009-01-14T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:26:14.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quem me dera ouvir de alguém a voz humana&lt;br /&gt;Que confessasse não um pecado, mas uma infâmia;&lt;br /&gt;Que contasse, não uma violência, mas uma cobardia!&lt;br /&gt;Não, são todos o Ideal, se os oiço e me falam.&lt;br /&gt;Quem há neste largo mundo que me confesse que uma vez foi vil?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Confessa-me os teus medos, eu confesso-te os meus.)&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/1263108197530928967-1943473219989276516?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1943473219989276516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1943473219989276516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1943473219989276516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1943473219989276516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/quem-me-dera-ouvir-de-algum-voz-humana.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5072995443614053481</id><published>2009-01-12T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:23:50.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mergulho de Regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"No mergulho de regresso das imagens&lt;br /&gt;que me levam&lt;br /&gt;e me trazem&lt;br /&gt;por&lt;br /&gt;momentos&lt;br /&gt;até nós "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regresso de Madrid, de regresso às aulas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi tão mau como estava a espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora ruma-se ao futuro :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom.&lt;br /&gt;Não só por ser Madrid, não só por ser um visita de estudo, mas ha momentos que passei que foram importantes neste momento, conversas, pessoas, às vezes nem foi preciso dizer nada, só sentir... Mas há coisas que ficaram por descobrir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-5072995443614053481?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5072995443614053481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5072995443614053481' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5072995443614053481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5072995443614053481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/mergulho-de-regresso.html' title='Mergulho de Regresso'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-14162562160711402</id><published>2009-01-08T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:38:19.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Madrid</title><content type='html'>Estou realmente a viver um filme!&lt;br /&gt;Cai de um banco de Jardim&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao Hard Rock e vi a guitarrinha do Slashzinho :)&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei trancada numa casa de banho&lt;br /&gt;Comprei o Apetite for Destruction&lt;br /&gt;Corri pelo El Corte Ingles :P&lt;br /&gt;E desmaia uma colega de quarto e sou expulsa de lá.... DO MEU PRÓPRIO QUARTO, a minha sorte é eu ignora-las e ir lá a mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... a aventura continua amanha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-14162562160711402?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/14162562160711402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=14162562160711402' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/14162562160711402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/14162562160711402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/em-madrid.html' title='Em Madrid'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7351902270673432994</id><published>2009-01-06T13:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:12:40.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanha: Madrid.</title><content type='html'>Vamos lá ver se não morro de tédio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltar espero ter que contar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7351902270673432994?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7351902270673432994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7351902270673432994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7351902270673432994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7351902270673432994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/amanha-madrid.html' title='Amanha: Madrid.'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8670706759883437612</id><published>2009-01-02T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:32:29.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 0 0 8</title><content type='html'>Mais um ano que passou...&lt;br /&gt;Em resumo: Um namoro falhado, amizades que se revelaram ocas de sentido, um verão que foi tudo menos colorido, por outro lado, amizades que se revelaram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;autênticos&lt;/span&gt; tesouros, um irmão que apesar das dores de cabeça se tornou uma excelente companhia, a subida de algumas notas,... entre outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que 2009 seja melhor, já que vai ser um ano de muitas mudanças, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; espero que mude para melhor :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8670706759883437612?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8670706759883437612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8670706759883437612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8670706759883437612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8670706759883437612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-0-0-8.html' title='2 0 0 8'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5634667500239340801</id><published>2008-12-18T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:51:39.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dia para esquecer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou talvez não!&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/1263108197530928967-5634667500239340801?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5634667500239340801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5634667500239340801' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5634667500239340801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5634667500239340801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/dia-para-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5490580421454344188</id><published>2008-12-04T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:47:39.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mas enfim não há diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Se a flor flore sem querer,&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer a gente pensa.&lt;br /&gt;O que nela é florescer&lt;br /&gt;Em nós é ter consciência."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A estudar Português, não se nota?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-5490580421454344188?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5490580421454344188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5490580421454344188' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5490580421454344188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5490580421454344188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/mas-enfim-no-h-diferena.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8424936309874581953</id><published>2008-12-01T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:52:59.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever sobre ti ...</title><content type='html'>Quem és tu? Um amigo, alguém com quem posso contar, que diz o que pensa, que me tentar mudar, algumas coisas eu concordo outras levas com um redondo "Não!". Eu sei que só o fazes para meu bem, mas somos diferentes, temos maneiras de ver a realidade diferentes, maneiras de viver e ocupar o tempo diferentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/STV2uqsheNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rAB3_Ol0XRk/s1600-h/item.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu, pessoa com quem amo falar (tirando as vezes que me respondes com "y" e "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nop&lt;/span&gt;" -.-'), apesar de tudo até gosto que mandes vir comigo, que peças para ficar mais tempo,... Não és pessoa de dizeres muitas vezes quando gostas de uma pessoa, mas vais demonstrando com pequenos gestos que para mim fazem grande diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, rapaz com o sorriso mais bonito que alguma vez vi, nem sabes como fico quando não sorris, quando estás triste, quando estás muito calado é de desconfiar...(porque quando começas a falar não há quem te cale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, tu, tu,... não sei dizer quem és, isto é só aquilo que significas para mim... é muito, mas escrever nunca foi o meu forte, tu sabes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumidamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te meu melhor amigo :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(o rotulo do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt;, mas com todo o sentido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: Texto escrito as prestações e sujeito a alterações&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8424936309874581953?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8424936309874581953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8424936309874581953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8424936309874581953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8424936309874581953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/escrever-sobre-ti.html' title='Escrever sobre ti ...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3469517965199348051</id><published>2008-11-24T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:11:36.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272659086482755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SSw_gN-KUKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mvtlDqUXMq8/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+_FdDJ3967790-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sentimento mais básico, mas para mim dos mais importantes.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos dela para nos sentir bem, em qualquer sítio, em qualquer altura.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos encontrar amigos em todo o lado, primeiro em casa (e esses duram para toda a vida), depois na escola, na rua,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fazem&lt;/span&gt;-nos sentir confortáveis e seguros! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fazem&lt;/span&gt;-nos rir quando mais precisamos, mas também é com os amigos que va&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SSw-6r6cPzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hw1pn50_rhA/s1600-h/HPIM1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272658441685188402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SSw-6r6cPzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hw1pn50_rhA/s320/HPIM1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mos ter quando nos apetece chorar. São eles que aturam o nosso mau humor todo e não se queixam. E as nossas melhores recordações também são com eles.&lt;br /&gt;São também os amigos que nos estragam as dietas, mas fazem-nos perder as calorias com tanto riso!&lt;br /&gt;As melhores piadas, os sorrisos mais espontâneos,... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SSw9tjNdXuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/56b9_UhM1P4/s1600-h/ApR0VC139868-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657116499107554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SSw9tjNdXuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/56b9_UhM1P4/s320/ApR0VC139868-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa amizade damos o nosso melhor e recebemos o melhor dos nossos amigos. Enquanto uns dão força e coragem, outros dão carinho e outros dão conselhos que valem ouro, tudo a pensar no nosso bem estar e na nossa felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É fundamental confiarmos nos nossos amigos, saber que podemos contar com eles, falar sobre tudo, dar as nossas opiniões sobre o mundo, sobre nós e também sobre eles, e sabermos que eles tentarão sempre ver o nosso ponto de vista, e mesmo que o deles não seja o mesmo não ficarão chateados, apenas farão ver o deles. E depois a escolha é sempre&lt;a href="http://photos3.hi5.com/0060/437/146/GlJh5u437146-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://photos3.hi5.com/0060/437/146/GlJh5u437146-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque enquanto nós estivermos ao lado deles, eles estarão ao nosso lado :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3469517965199348051?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3469517965199348051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3469517965199348051' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3469517965199348051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3469517965199348051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SSw_gN-KUKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mvtlDqUXMq8/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+_FdDJ3967790-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-2768316197990912535</id><published>2008-11-17T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:05:48.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Palavras, ecos que trespassam o vazio das nossas vidas, deixando a sua marca como se nada fosse, tão simplesmente com um leve respirar do mais inocente recém-nascido. São como o crepitar da lareira, que nos aquece apenas pelo prazer de o ouvir. São pegadas invisiveis aos comuns mortais que pincelam o nosso núcleo, impregnando-o de vida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Palavras são vida. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;O meu Poeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-2768316197990912535?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2768316197990912535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=2768316197990912535' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2768316197990912535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2768316197990912535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/palavras.html' title='Palavras...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-8277191687734182552</id><published>2008-11-08T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:20:54.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fizeste o teu trabalho tentando alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu não tens a culpa de amanha nunca chegar&lt;br /&gt;E agora segue em frente e faz o que tens a fazer&lt;br /&gt;É claro que é possível que te possas foder.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora segue em&lt;br /&gt;frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Preço das Uvas - Supernada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-8277191687734182552?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8277191687734182552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=8277191687734182552' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8277191687734182552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/8277191687734182552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/fizeste-o-teu-trabalho-tentando-alcanar.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-2467339129454760661</id><published>2008-10-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:43:41.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saber que aquela pessoa em quem confiaste durante anos anda a passar uma fase em que só faz asneiras, mas que já tentaste de tudo e quanto mais tentas ela pior faz e fica com uma ideia errada. e quando tu decides desistir descobres coisas ainda piores que ela me anda a fazer pelas costas :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saber que ela um dia vai acordar e aperceber-se do mal que fez... é triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E gente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ingénua&lt;/span&gt; que vai no meio disto, e o pior é quando reparo que eu também fiz parte dessa corrente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que acordei, agora que tanta gente anda a acordar, que será dela quando mais niguem restar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tao (bah) quando se viram para ti e dizem "Eu pensei tao mal de ti por causa dela! Fui tão injusta!". Agora sim compreendo muita coisa... mas as vezes preferia nao saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero é esquecer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-2467339129454760661?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2467339129454760661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=2467339129454760661' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2467339129454760661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2467339129454760661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/10/saber-que-aquela-pessoa-em-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7856922989601593535</id><published>2008-10-06T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:58:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por mais que tente exprimir o que sinto neste momento só me ocorre "paz de espirito". Sim, sinto que agora estou em paz comigo mesma e com os outros, não devo nada a ninguem (tirando 1€ ao Hugo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que estou a ser eu, seja lá o que eu for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho aqueles que me são tão importantes a meu lado, a minha familia, a minha Ana, o meu Tiago e o meu Ricardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque apesar de todas as desilusoes, tive sempre a sorte de ter as pessoas certas ao meu lado, aquelas que me souberam ouvir, que me deram valor, e me fazem realmente feliz, tao feliz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo meus amores &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7856922989601593535?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7856922989601593535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7856922989601593535' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7856922989601593535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7856922989601593535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-mais-que-tente-exprimir-o-que-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-7836960472599790144</id><published>2008-09-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:20:17.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Se eu fiz planos pra trilhar um tal caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que passos são estes que&lt;br /&gt;eu dei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu dei&lt;br /&gt;Eu já dei&lt;br /&gt;Antes assim que parar "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Planos de Merda - Ornatos Violeta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-7836960472599790144?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7836960472599790144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=7836960472599790144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7836960472599790144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/7836960472599790144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/09/se-eu-fiz-planos-pra-trilhar-um-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3839767057075585531</id><published>2008-09-09T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:28:48.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E não é que isto ta a acabar...</title><content type='html'>Sempre me disseram que "o que é bom acaba depressa", mas nunca ninguém se dignou a dizer-me que quando as coisas não correm pelo melhor demoram tanto tempo a passar. Estas férias quase que as poderia considerar um caos!&lt;br /&gt;A minha sorte foi que ultimamente as coisas tem corrido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;melhorzinho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Manhas, tardes e noites para nunca mais esquecer. Cinema, cidade, praia d'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Areosa&lt;/span&gt;, Casa do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rubén&lt;/span&gt;, Casa do Tiago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stinky&lt;/span&gt;, Campainha do Hugo, e atá na escola. Momentos que me ajudaram a sair do tédio, do cansaço e da vontade de ficar no meu cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a uma semana já tudo terá voltado ao que era, umas coisas melhores outras piores mas sempre fazendo os possíveis para subir, seja lá para onde for.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano vai ser diferente, muito provavelmente o ultimo aqui, e espero bem que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo e as vezes da-me vontade que isto dure muito e muito tempo. Tenho medo do que venha ai, tenho medo de perder o que consegui a muito custo conquistar, tenho medo de vos perder.&lt;br /&gt;Se depender de mim ficarão sempre comigo, não quero que a vossa amizade seja só uma recordação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa agora é que vocês são o meu presente, o resto logo se vê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora "Regresso ás aulas, só no Liceu, partir do dia 12 de Setembro".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3839767057075585531?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3839767057075585531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3839767057075585531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3839767057075585531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3839767057075585531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-no-que-isto-ta-acabar.html' title='E não é que isto ta a acabar...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3789912749811261555</id><published>2008-09-01T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:16:22.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu e eu&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SLxR-t8t08I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6brax5Y_yc/s1600-h/HPIM6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241154204280411074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SLxR-t8t08I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6brax5Y_yc/s320/HPIM6665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Chupa&lt;br /&gt;Um coraçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade&lt;br /&gt;Uma confidente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que se sabe que se pode contar&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que consegue ser imparcial, mas sensivel&lt;br /&gt;Alguem com um sentido de união enorme&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que quero ao meu lado para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Alguem a quem eu prometo que estarei ao lado dela para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, as nossas fotos só mostram uma pequena parte na nossa amizade : ')&lt;br /&gt;Aquela amizade que é para sempre &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometes ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3789912749811261555?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3789912749811261555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3789912749811261555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3789912749811261555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3789912749811261555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/09/tu-e-eu3.html' title='Tu e eu&lt;3'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8oHrzziPOQ/SLxR-t8t08I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6brax5Y_yc/s72-c/HPIM6665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3215608154171653399</id><published>2008-08-23T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:05:55.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava a pensar (porque eu ultimamente tenho pensado) e comparando a minha vida de agora a uns 3/4 meses atrás e uns 7/8 meses, como as coisas tem mudado, mas no fundo acho que só ta tudo a voltar ao normal. Tirando o facto de sentir que estou a ser perseguida e eu ter aprendido algumas coisas com tudo isto. No fundo um namoro, pelo menos o meu, não se baseou muito naquilo que eu sempre pensava que ia ser. Talvez não tivesse sido a pessoa certa, talvez eu não tivesse preparada, ou talvez acontece-se porque tinha de acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Desiludida? um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo valeu a pena, não só pelos momentos que passamos, mas pelo que eu aprendi e pelo que eu quero levar para o futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3215608154171653399?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3215608154171653399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3215608154171653399' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3215608154171653399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3215608154171653399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/08/estava-pensar-porque-eu-ultimamente.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1036658880194616870</id><published>2008-08-19T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:40:35.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 semanas diferentes</title><content type='html'>O maldito castigo do meu pai ensinou-me muito mais que tirar finos e cafés.&lt;br /&gt;Ensinou-me, tal como ele queria, que a vida custa a ganhar e bla bla bla. Mas tambem me ensinou que...&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA NA MINHA VIDA ERA CAPAZ DE TRABALHAR NUM CAFÉ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E tirando isso, ensinou-me tambem que precisou da minha familia e amigos por perto. Preciso de conversar e estar avontade. Preciso de ser eu propria, e por mais que digam que "Ah e tal eu sou sempre eu propria e nao sei que mais!" no fundo nos ficamos sempre mais introvertidos e mais "santinhos" quando estamos fora do nosso ambiente e queremos dar uma boa impressão.&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me tão bem em regressar. Sinto agora que regressei a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei de momentos que se passaram lá, mas houve algumas coisas que mais vale esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que voltei quero organizar a minha vida. Tenho muito que fazer antes que as aulas comecem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bora lá!!!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-1036658880194616870?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1036658880194616870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1036658880194616870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1036658880194616870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1036658880194616870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-semanas-diferentes.html' title='2 semanas diferentes'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4764214226749962362</id><published>2008-06-25T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:54:17.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O regresso à vida</title><content type='html'>O regresso da vida.&lt;br /&gt;O regresso do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o regresso da amizade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; quero o regresso das aulas. Mas o regresso do não fazer nada é bem vindo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o regresso dos passeios, o regresso das fotos estupidas, o regresso do estar com voces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4764214226749962362?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4764214226749962362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4764214226749962362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4764214226749962362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4764214226749962362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-regresso-vida.html' title='O regresso à vida'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3871249403341495965</id><published>2008-06-16T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:48:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontrei um velho amigo :D</title><content type='html'>Recordo-me do passado. Daquelas tardes de calor, corriamos pelas ruas fora, quase que sem destino, o que interessava era divertirmo-nos, que importa se quando chegassemos a casa tivessemos de levar nas orelhas?&lt;br /&gt;Saltar nos arames.&lt;br /&gt;Ir para casa uns dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;O teu cão.&lt;br /&gt;A biblioteca, o nosso ponto de encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, como eu tenho saudades de tudo isso. Fazes me lembrar tudo isso sabias? É uma das razoes por que gosto tanto de estar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-me o passado, agora estas no meu presente, so espero que faças tambem parte do meu futuro!&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos algum tempo em que mal nos viamos, e so agora me percebo do quanto me fizeste falta. Durante esse tempo crescemos, mudamos e mesmo assim continuamos os dois amigos como a 5 anos atras!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades, mas não trocava o presente pelo passado! Cada coisa tem o seu tempo... o tempo de saltar arames ja la vai! O espirito de crianças, a amizade e tudo mais, isso fica, para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Há que crescer! Temos um futuro pela frente, nao é filho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia quiseres mesmo ser compositor, porque não dedicares uma musica a todas aquelas tardes? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3871249403341495965?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3871249403341495965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3871249403341495965' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3871249403341495965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3871249403341495965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/reencontrei-um-velho-amigo-d.html' title='Reencontrei um velho amigo :D'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-2041529947716084306</id><published>2008-06-16T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:51:12.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque não encontrei outra maneira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Põe&lt;/span&gt; e tiram mascara. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Põe&lt;/span&gt; mascaras em cima de mascaras!&lt;br /&gt;E, por vezes, o mais difícil é perceber qual é a verdadeira identidade.É difícil de perceber se usam uma mascara para transparecer um ar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;duroes&lt;/span&gt;, que muitas vezes não existe, são autenticas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;medrosos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então usam a mascara que os faça parecer simpático e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amável&lt;/span&gt;, quando em vez de lhes dar um murro lhes apetece dr um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pontapé&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;E o medo de dar um passo em falso, o medo que a mascara caia, preferem retardar uma batalha, achando que ficam a ganhar, quando simplesmente conseguem deixar ainda mais confuso e desiludido o "adversário". O "adversário" que muitas vezes só quer ajudar. O "adversário" que ficara a pensar "Que mais posso fazer? O que é que ele quer afinal?"&lt;br /&gt;Da melhor ou da pior maneira la se vão fazendo as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;As facetas vão se revelando.. mas qual a verdadeira? em qual acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Quero a verdade!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que toda a gente quer?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que fogem dela, pessoas que a perseguem. Rumos diferentes, destinos diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo isto, só no resta lembrar, todos mudamos, somos todos diferentes, mas a grade força de uma amizade douradora é a capacidade de nos adaptarmos Não podemos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;encrimar&lt;/span&gt; ninguém sem nos olharmos ao espelho.&lt;br /&gt;E agora, sem rodeios,dizes mal dele, dizes mal dela, mas tu fazes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; muitas coisas mal! Somos seres humanos,erramos! Não há pessoas melhores nem pessoas piores. penas cada qual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;revela&lt;/span&gt; o que quer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Só&lt;/span&gt; temos que nos esforçar para revelar o que de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; em nos! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; o melhor que há, mas o nosso melhor! O melhor que nos temos.&lt;br /&gt;Há esforços que valem a pena, acredita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-2041529947716084306?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2041529947716084306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=2041529947716084306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2041529947716084306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/2041529947716084306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/pe-e-tiram-mascara.html' title='Porque não encontrei outra maneira'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-5468143859249684590</id><published>2008-06-08T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:57:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em resumo...</title><content type='html'>Quero escrever, exprimir o que sinto!&lt;br /&gt;Ja apaguei, voltei a escrever, e apaguei de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Sao muitas emoçoes que este ano me trouxe! Mundos novos, pessoas novas, perdi, mas ganhei muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;Marcou-me, como qualquer periodo da nossa vida nos marca!&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei que mais dizer, quem tem de saber ja o sabe! Quem quer saber mais... pergunte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimentos para ti e para a familia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-5468143859249684590?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5468143859249684590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=5468143859249684590' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5468143859249684590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/5468143859249684590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/em-resumo.html' title='Em resumo...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-312861905918106835</id><published>2008-05-31T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:38:46.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós erramos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu errei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-312861905918106835?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/312861905918106835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=312861905918106835' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/312861905918106835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/312861905918106835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/ns-erramos-eu-errei-e-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-1891543597360317130</id><published>2008-05-23T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:30:02.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há conflitos que parecem não ter fim, mal entendidos que precisam de ser resolvidos...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais adiarmos pior.... mas incertezas cria, mais confusões.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que mudam de atitudes de um momento para o outro... tem de haver uma razão... uma explicação para que certas coisas aconteçam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alturas em que nem sei em quem confiar... há alturas em que até aquilo que nós dizemos se vira contra nós... ou apenas serão frases &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mal intrepretadas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Tu, minha Amiga, o disseste &lt;em&gt;"Ninguém sabe tudo de ninguém!"&lt;/em&gt; mas esqueceste-te que há pessoas que querem saber tudo de toda a gente, esquecem-se que todos nos somos pecadores, todos nós caímos e fraquejamos, todos nós já mentimos, ou simplesmente omitimos, mesmo que seja para bem de alguém. Há sempre aquelas "personagens" que teimam em não compreender, nem a fazer um esforço sequer, e esclarecer as coisas? NÃO! isso ta fora de questão! Mais vale pregar por quatro ventos que uma pessoa fez isto e aquilo! E porque? Porque o fez??? Não sei, mas deve ter sido por mal de certeza!&lt;br /&gt;Esta gente anda toda maluca! Se calhar ate eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitas coisas que não estou a conseguir perceber... e preciso! Preciso mesmo de perceber o que vai na cabeça dela! Não estou a gostar de certas coisas que me estão a passar ao lado! eu própria disse sei que sim &lt;em&gt;"Ninguém diz tudo!"&lt;/em&gt; mas há coisas que são necessárias dizer, meias-palavras não, ou contam tudo, ou escondem tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim não da! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim não consigo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que cheguei a uma altura em que comecei a desistir de tentar te compreender!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-1891543597360317130?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1891543597360317130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=1891543597360317130' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1891543597360317130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/1891543597360317130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-conflitos-que-parecem-no-ter-fim-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-3061339843498410171</id><published>2008-05-22T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T07:36:50.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há coisas que são para eu fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há coisas que são minhas! Só e só minhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso de ser EU e resolver os meus problemas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso de sentir que sou capaz! Não me quero sentir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt;, inválida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dá-me um pouco da tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;confiança&lt;/span&gt;! Dá-me espaço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; que eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consiga&lt;/span&gt; fazer certas coisas por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, temos diferentes maneiras de resolver as coisas, a tua maneira pode ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; rápida, mas acredito que a minha tem mais poder, acredito que "A conversar é que a gente se entende!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei se reparaste... mas fizeste-me chorar... fizeste-me sentir que achavas que eu não te amava e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; confiava em ti! Sabes muito bem que a questão não era essa! Sabes muito bem que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; era a confiança em ti que estava em causa, mas o contrario! Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;própria&lt;/span&gt; precisava de confiar em mim, e preciso!!! E preciso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; do teu apoio, preciso que confies em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; vais ler isto mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-3061339843498410171?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3061339843498410171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=3061339843498410171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3061339843498410171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/3061339843498410171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-coisas-que-so-para-eu-fazer-h-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-879627010257817313</id><published>2008-04-30T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:01:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido da vida, sentido para a vida</title><content type='html'>"Tu vives porque vives e sem saber porque vives, vives e ponto final, só por viver..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;, há uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;, Vivemos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alguma&lt;/span&gt; coisa, vivemos para alguém, vivemos por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;, vivos porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;, alguma coisa, nos criou, vivemos porque nascemos e nascemos para viver, vivemos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; alguma coisa e não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; porque aconteceu e até da jeito e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vamos&lt;/span&gt; fazer umas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Existe um sentido. Existe uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;, uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;justificação&lt;/span&gt;, todas as vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tem&lt;/span&gt; alguma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt; de ser, todas são importantes... falta saber em quê!&lt;br /&gt;Em que é que a minha vida é importante? Qual o seu sentido? Qual o sentido de vidas que duram um dia ou uma hora? Qual o sentido de vidas que duram cem anos e que, quando bem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;analisadas&lt;/span&gt;, aprecem que foram vividas sem vida alguma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;defenitivamente&lt;/span&gt;, não, nos não somos um acaso, não vivemos porque vivemos, vivemos porque temos um sentido para viver! Não considero que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt; seja um erro! Não considero que exista por existir mas que exista para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;existir&lt;/span&gt; fazer existir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos fomos criados porque temos uma "missão" neste mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; souber qual é a minha é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; deixar um comentário...&lt;br /&gt;se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; souber comente à mesma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-879627010257817313?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/879627010257817313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=879627010257817313' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/879627010257817313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/879627010257817313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/sentido-da-vida-sentido-para-vida.html' title='Sentido da vida, sentido para a vida'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263108197530928967.post-4527162419558827512</id><published>2008-04-26T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:36:46.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qualquer coisa de fofinho'/><title type='text'>Quem não tem nada para fazer...</title><content type='html'>... escreve num blog criado à anos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"um dia lembro m e escrevo qualquer coisa fofinha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que vai ser mesmo hoje que vou escrever qualquer coisa... fofinha é um promenor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao sei que diga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca escrevi numa coisa destas, mas há sempre uma vez para tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira vez da Joana a escrever num blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ta a sair uma boa merda (fica muito aml dizer isto????é capaz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merda é mesmo eu escrever tudo o que vem a cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minha sorte é ninguem ler isto... e mesmo que leia... se me conhecer as surpresas não serão muitas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui a escrever a tanto tempo e ainda não saiu nada que se aproveita-se....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! é verdade! Não me apresentei...&lt;br /&gt;que mal educada -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana, prazer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma rapariga simpatica, inteligente, bonita, engraçada, .... o normal que as pessoas dizem neste tipo de coisas....a seca do custume!&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta de escrever aqui... e pensam vocês: Mas a gaja não escreveu nada!... Pois nao, nao escrevi.... mas isso nao interessa nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para ti&lt;br /&gt;E cumprimentos para a familia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263108197530928967-4527162419558827512?l=umachaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4527162419558827512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263108197530928967&amp;postID=4527162419558827512' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4527162419558827512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263108197530928967/posts/default/4527162419558827512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/quem-no-tem-nada-para-fazer.html' title='Quem não tem nada para fazer...'/><author><name>A Dama do Sinal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15892648946935942123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
