<?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-31764753</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:30:51.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Details by LuxWoman</title><subtitle type='html'>Pormenores pessoais. 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Estado: Tratado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9G2yqj4PKE/Txttl9S0GNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/teHnpeVhFhI/s1600/312883_267146013327432_100000961056703_719313_1498244545_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9G2yqj4PKE/Txttl9S0GNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/teHnpeVhFhI/s400/312883_267146013327432_100000961056703_719313_1498244545_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700270252243556562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... e depois de voltada a página, quando finalmente tratámos daquele "algo" que se encontrava "desarrumado"... aquele assunto pendente que nos aterrorizava esvai-se e nós ficamos tão mais leves...&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;É por estas e por outras que eu gosto de ser como sou e fazer sempre por não viver com "fardos" desnecessários!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A vida encarrega-se de me mostrar que, seja o que for, tem solução... basta colocarmos a nossa essência em tudo o que fazemos e a pureza das coisas falam por si, tornando tudo simples e deixando tudo em paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Respiro! Finalmente permiti sentir-me "leve"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Grata por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31764753-4151129793944554752?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4151129793944554752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4151129793944554752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4151129793944554752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4151129793944554752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/assunto-pendente-estado-tratado.html' title='Assunto pendente... Estado: Tratado!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9G2yqj4PKE/Txttl9S0GNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/teHnpeVhFhI/s72-c/312883_267146013327432_100000961056703_719313_1498244545_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5277390147552402508</id><published>2011-11-21T21:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:31:07.948Z</updated><title type='text'>Cedo o meu lugar mas a seguir peço para voltar...</title><content type='html'>WOW! Que letra...!&lt;br /&gt;...de arrepiar a alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TCjbLqzFY7U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... é que eu gosto mesmo de ti...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5277390147552402508?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5277390147552402508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5277390147552402508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5277390147552402508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5277390147552402508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2011/11/cedo-o-meu-lugar-mas-seguir-peco-para.html' title='Cedo o meu lugar mas a seguir peço para voltar...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TCjbLqzFY7U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-6832880936569970914</id><published>2011-03-13T21:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:22:56.755Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais ou menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcqOc4kofkg/TX01qVULWTI/AAAAAAAAA30/2R2ZFUYh-AM/s1600/mais-ou-menos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcqOc4kofkg/TX01qVULWTI/AAAAAAAAA30/2R2ZFUYh-AM/s400/mais-ou-menos3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583678114401835314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gente pode morar numa casa mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;numa rua mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;numa cidade mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;e até ter um governo mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;A gente pode dormir numa cama mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;comer feijão mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;ter um transporte mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;e até ser obrigado a acreditar mais ou menos no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;A gente pode olhar em volta e sentir que tudo está mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem. O que a gente não pode mesmo, nunca, de jeito nenhum,&lt;br /&gt;é amar mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é ser amigo mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é namorar mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é ter fé mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;e acreditar mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;Se não a gente corre o risco de se tornar&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa mais ou menos". - Chico Xavier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6832880936569970914?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6832880936569970914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=6832880936569970914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6832880936569970914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6832880936569970914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-ou-menos.html' title='Mais ou menos...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcqOc4kofkg/TX01qVULWTI/AAAAAAAAA30/2R2ZFUYh-AM/s72-c/mais-ou-menos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-8184240614038979621</id><published>2010-11-13T15:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:39:34.888Z</updated><title type='text'>About words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TN6w63wilzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/94ZJiKoj4D0/s1600/6a00e5505bfd4c883301157113cbb4970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TN6w63wilzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/94ZJiKoj4D0/s400/6a00e5505bfd4c883301157113cbb4970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539059117158733618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são um mundo.&lt;br /&gt;As suas combinações uma exploração absoluta...&lt;br /&gt;E as suas interpretações uma imensidão que estão muito dependentes das conotações impressas...&lt;br /&gt;...que varia com o background de experiência de vida de cada um...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-8184240614038979621?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8184240614038979621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=8184240614038979621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8184240614038979621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8184240614038979621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-palavras-sao-um-mundo.html' title='About words...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TN6w63wilzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/94ZJiKoj4D0/s72-c/6a00e5505bfd4c883301157113cbb4970c-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-6523795450243493226</id><published>2010-11-04T22:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:47:43.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Ooh! Let's fall in love again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TNM3wqKdD6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/4FRlY7z4RP8/s1600/le-sucre-le-bb--19_large+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TNM3wqKdD6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/4FRlY7z4RP8/s400/le-sucre-le-bb--19_large+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535829676059856802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TNM3wqKdD6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/4FRlY7z4RP8/s1600/le-sucre-le-bb--19_large+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho saudades de cometer loucuras, de andar com a cabeça nas nuvens, de ter um brilho nos olhos, de sentir saudades, de ter as emoções à flor da pele, de sentir borboletas na barriga, de ter um sorriso tolo no rosto... de me sentir apaixonada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6523795450243493226?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6523795450243493226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=6523795450243493226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6523795450243493226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6523795450243493226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/ooh-lets-fall-in-love-again.html' title='Ooh! Let&apos;s fall in love again!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TNM3wqKdD6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/4FRlY7z4RP8/s72-c/le-sucre-le-bb--19_large+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5590786703430562383</id><published>2010-10-11T22:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:28:28.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's oh so quiet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TLN_yKKdFtI/AAAAAAAAA28/IWO38Lvdxmo/s1600/608990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TLN_yKKdFtI/AAAAAAAAA28/IWO38Lvdxmo/s400/608990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526901667412121298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... e foi assim todo o dia. Um tanto introspectiva. Mas de bem com a vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vontade era correr para casa. Ficar confortável. Vestir o pijama, acender velas, queimar aquele óleo de maracujá, escutar algo especial e relaxante, deambular descalça pela casa, contemplar o momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há quanto tempo desejava sentir isto?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andava louca por se apaixonar por si mesma.... eis que estava a começar a sentir borboletas no estômago quando pensava no assunto... está realmente a acontecer algo...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's oh so quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's oh so still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so peaceful until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zing! Boom! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5590786703430562383?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5590786703430562383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5590786703430562383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5590786703430562383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5590786703430562383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-oh-so-quiet.html' title='It&apos;s oh so quiet!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TLN_yKKdFtI/AAAAAAAAA28/IWO38Lvdxmo/s72-c/608990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-8060458326467930481</id><published>2010-10-06T22:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:46:00.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale o que vale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TKztXQLPx-I/AAAAAAAAA20/yUNdVe8DXZA/s1600/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TKztXQLPx-I/AAAAAAAAA20/yUNdVe8DXZA/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525051826611668962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As pessoas têm a importância que nós lhes conferimos: umas há que empolamos o seu significado; outras que desvalorizamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por vezes somos injustos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas a vida é isso mesmo: uma constante odisseia de sentimentos genuínos e puros, que em determinado instante, despoletado por determinada situação, nos emergem, de forma espontânea, da alma (a mais íntima confidente do coração) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TKztXQLPx-I/AAAAAAAAA20/yUNdVe8DXZA/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5576065905858189689</id><published>2010-10-05T15:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:30:38.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol de Outono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TKs2KUAgy-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/3glu0f45zf4/s1600/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TKs2KUAgy-I/AAAAAAAAA2s/3glu0f45zf4/s400/d1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524568918697495522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me com os seus raios de sol...&lt;div&gt;... e aquece-me a alma serena em si, por se encontrar consigo mesma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5576065905858189689?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5576065905858189689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5576065905858189689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5576065905858189689'/><link rel='self' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TJ_RKini0xI/AAAAAAAAA2k/BJcby9SAchA/s1600/1248608838_olhares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TJ_RKini0xI/AAAAAAAAA2k/BJcby9SAchA/s400/1248608838_olhares.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521361647201080082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A genuinidade e pureza do olhar é tal que exprime tudo o que nos vai na alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se assim é, porquê fugir?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque não nos encarámos e desviámos o olhar?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seja tristeza, mágoa, saudade ou paixão... desejo que, cada vez que nos cruzemos, sejamos capaz de nos olhar, olhos nos olhos...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto quando a nossa essência se mistura e deixamos fluir quem somos e o que sentimos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mesmo que seja simplesmente isso, apenas e só no momento em que trocamos olhares... e não se prolongue pelo instante seguinte... até mesmo que o próprio tempo não consiga contabilizar a duração desse acto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... mas deixemos acontecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não desviemos o nosso olhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não digamos nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... e deixemo-nos guiar pela energia que nos atrai... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3198151149917144100?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3198151149917144100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3198151149917144100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3198151149917144100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3198151149917144100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/genuinidade-e-pureza-do-olhar-e-tal-que.html' title='Olhares...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TJ_RKini0xI/AAAAAAAAA2k/BJcby9SAchA/s72-c/1248608838_olhares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-989429865141163850</id><published>2010-09-26T21:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:15:41.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo no se mañana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FadzTIxXZfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FadzTIxXZfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yo no se si tu, no se si yo&lt;br /&gt;Seguirimos siendo como hoy&lt;br /&gt;No se si despues de amanecer, vamos a sentir la misma sed&lt;br /&gt;Para que pensar y suponer, no preguntes cosas que no se... yo no se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se donde vamos a parar, eso ya la piel nos lo dira&lt;br /&gt;Para que jurar y prometer algo que no esta en nuestro poder&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se lo que es eterno, no me pidas algo que es del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se mañana,&lt;br /&gt;Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si soy para ti, si seras para mi&lt;br /&gt;Si lleguemos a amarnos o odioarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se mañana&lt;br /&gt;Quien va a estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;De un cafe pasamos al sofa, de un boton a todo lo demas&lt;br /&gt;No pusimos reglas ni reloj, aqui estamos solos tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que ves es lo que soy, no me pidas mas de lo que doy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se mañana&lt;br /&gt;Quien va a estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida es igual que un libro&lt;br /&gt;Cada pagina es, un dia vivido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tratemos de correr antes de andar&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche estamos vivos&lt;br /&gt;Solo este momento es realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida es una ruleta que tira sin parar&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si tu, yo no se si yo, como sera el final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se mañana&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser peor, o puede ser mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se mañana&lt;br /&gt;Deja que el corazon decida vida mia lo que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;Mañana... yo no se&lt;br /&gt;Ahora lo que vivimos es algo realmente lindo,&lt;br /&gt;Quien puede saber lo que pasara mañana no hay nada escrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos solo tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;Y los momentos hay que vivirlos... hay que vivirlos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-989429865141163850?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/989429865141163850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=989429865141163850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/989429865141163850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/989429865141163850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlvUepMa31o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-810798191902040804?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/810798191902040804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=810798191902040804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/810798191902040804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Calúnias, calúnias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mesmo sendo casto como gelo e puro como a neve, ninguém está livre da calúnia. (...) Pois... a calúnia vive por transmissão, alojada para sempre onde encontra terreno." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...terrenos movediços esses em que caminham os seres humanos, que permitem espaço para que a calunia se instale, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por vezes a mente humana consegue ser tão criativa, que consegue divagar numa imensidão de calúnias, de tal forma que mergulha profundamente nelas e torna-as a sua verdade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urge trazer à tona a verdade, e nada mais que a verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A imagem que se deixa perante terceiros pode assustar o ego de cada um de nós, mas na realidade pouco importa...desde que os visados tenham a consciência tranquila... porque isso sim, é o mais relevante. Acima de tudo a consciência tranquila e as calúnias esclarecidas entre as partes envolvidas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... e a paz regressa ao seu lugar, ao coração dos que foram injuriados e tudo termina bem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas nem sempre é fácil enfrentar os factos e constatar a verdade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não percebo se pela inércia do próprio homem, se pelas vicissitudes do nosso quotidiano, se pela força motriz da mente humana, nem sempre parece exequível dar-se espaço para que a verdade tenha força para emergir... é preciso reunir a pureza do ser, à generosidade da alma e deixar acontecer o momento em que tudo se pode esclarecer... e para isso basta crer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Faz mais quem quer do que quem pode..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...há tristezas que se instalam por mal entendidos, como pedras que permanecem no nosso caminho, impedido que o nosso percurso seja sereno... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se conhecer a verdade e aniquilar a calúnia, basta o instante em que, olhos nos olhos, duas almas se cruzam e deixam fluir a sua essência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A paz de espírito só é possível quando a verdade é posta em cima da mesa... porque contra factos não há argumentos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O problema do ser humano é a incerteza e a expectativa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A calúnia não nasce em vão... parte de um embrião que fundamenta as razões para levantar a questão, impor a situação e gerar "confusão"... e eu sou totalmente adepta do dialogo, do esclarecimento dos factos, porque não gosto de viver na mentira, na ilusão nem na dúvida! Muito menos gosto de dar espaço a mal entendidos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acima de tudo a verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só assim é possível viver em paz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-8344638838089234994?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8344638838089234994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=8344638838089234994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8344638838089234994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8344638838089234994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/ah-calunias-calunias.html' title='Ah! Calúnias, calúnias...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-7088089825006767500</id><published>2010-09-22T07:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:53:15.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem o seu final...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Em cada regresso a casas há uma parte minha que deixo contigo e há algo teu que trago em mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Não quero entender. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Só quero ser. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Deixo de lado o que possa parecer e guardo em mim cada instante vivido contigo... onde nada mais há que a união de dois corpos... mas se assim é, é porque nada mais nos estava destinado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;A caminhada continua... e o lugar especial será sempre de quem lhe pertence... por mais luas, ou mesmo estrelas, que passeam no noso céu, possam conspirar sobre as nossas vias, existem emoções, sentimentos e recordações inesquecíveis... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;... para sempre! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-7088089825006767500?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7088089825006767500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=7088089825006767500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7088089825006767500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7088089825006767500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-tem-o-seu-final.html' title='Tudo tem o seu final...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2150713203982746890</id><published>2010-09-08T07:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:55:19.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>These days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Estes dias...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Não têm de ser tristes, mas deixam-me a alma mais nostálgica...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Dias em que o Sol já demora a surgir e o vento se faz sentir ao longo do dia, com maior incidência na hora em que regresso a casa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;São dias de paz, onde sem darmos conta vamos abandonando as loucuras do Verão intenso que se viveu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Não são dias concretos. Não sãos dias completos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;São dias abstractos em que o calor se mistura com a brisa e o sol com as nuvens...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;São dias diferentes do que vivemos nos últimos tempos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;São dias que nos deixam saudade de momentos que vivemos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;São dias que nos deixam ansiosos por instantes que hão-de vir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;... estes dias, estes dias...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2150713203982746890?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2150713203982746890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2150713203982746890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2150713203982746890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2150713203982746890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-days.html' title='These days...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2252105116654628721</id><published>2010-08-31T01:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:14:47.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl X... Well done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/THxLklS1PnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kVHsKlzWLJw/s1600/45593_464254661564_210302176564_6512474_1755517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/THxLklS1PnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kVHsKlzWLJw/s400/45593_464254661564_210302176564_6512474_1755517_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511363135853117042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis que chegou mais um momento crucial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Impera tomar rédeas à situação... que isto de navegar ao sabor do vento é muito giro até ao momento em que percebemos que não passa disso mesmo... um navegar sem rumo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas afinal de contas o que vem a ser isto?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seja o que for, é bom! E visto desta forma, tem um carácter positivo... e é isso mesmo que se quer... coisas positivas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interiorizei muito bem a máxima que nós só recebemos do Universo o que para Ele projectamos... e se todos pensassem da mesma forma quanto a este tema, as pessoas seriam mais felizes, pois aprenderiam a viver o momento em detrimento do que FOI um dia, ou do que VIRÁ a ser amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem sei que saber viver o momento não é assim tão simples! Não basta tirar a pilha do relógio ou pegar fogo às cartas e fotografias guardadas no nosso baú...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A capacidade de sermos genuínos connosco mesmo é algo que tem de estar latente... pois é fundamental mantermo-nos fiéis ao que nos faz "sermos" e deixarmos de lado toda a bagagem que nos faz "parecer"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parecer feliz . Parecer equilibrado . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parecer sereno . Parecer autêntico . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parecer ser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BASTA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero ser. Apenas e só isso... SER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando se consegue "ser", tudo acontece... e se acontece, existe e se existe estamos a ser e não a parecer! E é neste instante que as estrelas se alinham com os planetas e tudo pode acontecer... mas sobretudo, SER FELIZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é isso mesmo... a vida é composta por pequenos fragmentos de felicidade, que têm fortes probabilidades de acontecer quando cortamos com o passado e deixamos de fazer futurologia e simplesmente concretizamos o exacto momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso a engrenagem a interiorizar é muito simples... apenas ir aonde o coração nos levar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque caminhar em busca do nosso caminho, constantemente, pode levar-nos a confundir onde começa e acaba a ténue linha que define o que é ser e o que é parecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daí a simplicidade e grandiosidade de ser em vez de parecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E voltando à análise do dilema... o balanço da introspecção é positivo... por isso, mesmo que o caminho não seja este, já valeu a pena! Porque fui e tenho sido o que sou realmente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em jeito de balanço, o saldo é positivo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou será que apenas anulou o saldo negativo existente?!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chamar-lhe-ia irrelevante, saber ou procurar perceber o "papel" nesta altura do campeonato... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo é que, numa primeira fase (se é que vão existir próximas...) teve um papel preponderante na tal "passagem de nível"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... e aconteceu o que há muito se desejava... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...E era tudo uma questão de click... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...e voilá! ... procedeu-se a um CTRL X...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sem grandes complicações iniciou-se um jogo com comandos ainda não regulados... onde aparentemente vale tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E neste instante só me ocorre uma questão... saltar fora ou continuar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2252105116654628721?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2252105116654628721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2252105116654628721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2252105116654628721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2252105116654628721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/ctrl-x.html' title='Ctrl X... Well done!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/THxLklS1PnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kVHsKlzWLJw/s72-c/45593_464254661564_210302176564_6512474_1755517_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5030413614521549941</id><published>2010-08-24T00:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:20:19.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/THMCAsq5ANI/AAAAAAAAA2M/e7zOt6iU5Kg/s1600/Nails_Christopher_Dadey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/THMCAsq5ANI/AAAAAAAAA2M/e7zOt6iU5Kg/s400/Nails_Christopher_Dadey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508748980218560722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5030413614521549941?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5030413614521549941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3287025867954074976</id><published>2010-08-20T01:51:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:34:56.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TG3YMNPv9hI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lw4cyfyGoIM/s1600/caminhar-com-mau-tempo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TG3YMNPv9hI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lw4cyfyGoIM/s400/caminhar-com-mau-tempo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507295623569733138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando sentimos que estamos a ficar enleados nas recordações, na ilusão e expectativa de algo que foi mas já não é... é tempo de pararmos, escutarmos o bater do nosso coração e tomarmos consciência que a vida é uma caminhada, na qual há alturas que têm de ser tomadas decisões... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... só assim é possível vermos novamente qual a direcção para onde temos de caminhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caso contrário, a inércia vem de mansinho e instala-se comodamente, alimentando-se dos instantes felizes vividos, que nos vão corroendo a alma com saudade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... a ansiedade de voltar a possuir o que já se teve gera angustia e, rapidamente e quase que sem darmos conta, vivemos no caos... bloqueamos a nossa essência de fluir... e passamos a viver apenas o que fomos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando deixamos de "fluir", deixamos de "ser"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se o cérebro nos bloqueia quando pensamos em avançar, algo está errado... e por mais teimoso que o nosso génio seja, temos de o contrariar, pois estou certa que esse sinal é a luz e a força que precisamos para reencontrarmos o caminho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se observas e nada vês, é porque estás de costas voltadas para a tua felicidade... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... olha a bússola, encontra o teu norte...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Numa noite amena, deita-te a contemplar o céu e observa como as estrelas se alinham para te mostrar o teu caminho...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se quiseres companhia, eu estou aqui..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3287025867954074976?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3287025867954074976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3287025867954074976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3287025867954074976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3287025867954074976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/introspeccao.html' title='Keep walking...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TG3YMNPv9hI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lw4cyfyGoIM/s72-c/caminhar-com-mau-tempo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1302915867858803104</id><published>2010-08-13T21:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:48:39.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É um querer sem dever querer...</title><content 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"nível"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TFrhbRy9S3I/AAAAAAAAA18/DKG9eiuf294/s1600/por_amar_demais%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501957753536334706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TFrhbRy9S3I/AAAAAAAAA18/DKG9eiuf294/s400/por_amar_demais%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dificil não é lutar por aquilo que se quer, mas sim desistir daquilo que se ama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desisti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mas não foi por não ter coragem de lutar... foi por não ter mais condições de sofrer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4660745701464670447?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4660745701464670447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4660745701464670447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4660745701464670447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4660745701464670447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-momento-de-passar-de-nivel.html' title='O momento de passar de &quot;nível&quot;...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TFrhbRy9S3I/AAAAAAAAA18/DKG9eiuf294/s72-c/por_amar_demais%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3387140861858902421</id><published>2010-06-20T23:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:06:44.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixar a Origem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TB6Q5Y4mmDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_eA8YBibg3Y/s1600/re_universo_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TB6Q5Y4mmDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_eA8YBibg3Y/s400/re_universo_1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484980711790647346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando deixa Lisboa para trás fica com saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que respira fundo e inspira o ar seco, quente e doce e que o Sol a abraça, a sensação de distância do amor ameniza e fica serena...&lt;br /&gt;... porque sabe que esteja a que distância estiver, o amor é demasiado gigante e omnipresente para que valha a pena sofrer a sua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor incondicional é assim mesmo... e quando não é possível tocar, olhar, cheirar ou saborear, manifesta-se através do Universo... e há uma energia que nos envolve e nos faz perceber que está presente, connosco, estejamos onde estivermos!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TB6Q5Y4mmDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_eA8YBibg3Y/s72-c/re_universo_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-6994441325204935053</id><published>2010-06-20T22:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:07:36.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Origem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TB6RE94gueI/AAAAAAAAA10/r3Ap1T-9F_0/s1600/leila_passado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TB6RE94gueI/AAAAAAAAA10/r3Ap1T-9F_0/s400/leila_passado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484980910700935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada vez que venho a casa, é sempre uma invasão de paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mergulho em recordações e sinto algo a aconchegar-me a alma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma espécie de recarregamento de baterias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respiro fundo e entre um abraço e outro, um beijo e um mimo, preencho-me de energia da boa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... quando paro para reflectir sobre o momento, sei que são estas emoções que procuro quando falo do "tal" bem-estar-interior... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então e porque não voltar? Se aqui encontro e tenho o que procuro? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...quando penso em regressar, é como duas peças de um puzzle que não encaixam... sinto que é a minha origem, mas não o meu futuro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada vez que venho a Lisboa sinto que o meu lugar já não é aqui... aqui é o meu porto-de-abrigo, ao longo da minha viagem... o meu ninho é no Algarve... foi lá que escolhi viver e realizar sonhos! Só lá consigo sentir o Sol e as Estrelas tocarem o meu corpo e a minha alma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao fim de 3 anos e meio, estou cada vez mais convicta que seguir o meu sonho foi a melhor opção... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"o sonho comanda a vida"... e eu fi-lo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se lá ainda procuro o "tal" bem estar-interior, é porque assim tem de ser... tudo faz parte do caminho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto-me em processo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto-me numa jornada, em que cada dia que passa há tanto para sentir, para aprender, para simplesmente viver... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6994441325204935053?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6994441325204935053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=6994441325204935053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6994441325204935053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6994441325204935053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/06/origem.html' title='Origem'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TB6RE94gueI/AAAAAAAAA10/r3Ap1T-9F_0/s72-c/leila_passado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-6086382494880556747</id><published>2010-06-15T23:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:58:37.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TBgFiTxAvdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/puEUZP9HE6Q/s1600/untitledfffffffffff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TBgFiTxAvdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/puEUZP9HE6Q/s400/untitledfffffffffff.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138633303113170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitou-se na areia quente, o Sol morno na cara levava-a a fechar os olhos. &lt;div&gt;Deixou-se ir e viajou...&lt;br /&gt;Sentia a energia do Sol e da Terra envolverem-lhe o corpo e a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrou-se do abraço... sorriu... sentiu vontade de repetir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6086382494880556747?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6086382494880556747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=6086382494880556747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6086382494880556747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6086382494880556747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/06/flash-back.html' title='Flash Back!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/TBgFiTxAvdI/AAAAAAAAA1M/puEUZP9HE6Q/s72-c/untitledfffffffffff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2364704187824846940</id><published>2010-06-08T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:50:28.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O passo que se segue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyh3B5Y76HE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyh3B5Y76HE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver presa ao passado é impedir que a felicidade aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;Porque há coisas que nos libertam... hoje apetece-me chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro como se tivesse uma fonte que nenhum deserto é capaz de secar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, sinto que há uma nova etapa na qual estou preste a entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Para a iniciar preciso de deixar pelo caminho a bagagem que me está a dificultar avançar... o peso é muito, e o essencial para ser feliz não é, com toda a certeza, algo que me impeça de sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a felicidade está muito perto. Bem do outro lado do nevoeiro. Basta que deixe no passado ao que a ele pertence...&lt;br /&gt;Em cada instante que lamento o que já não posso mais viver, estou a afastar tantos outros momentos e emoções que deveria estar a saborear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2364704187824846940?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2364704187824846940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2364704187824846940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2364704187824846940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2364704187824846940'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCTW_IfZzTE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me perdida numa encruzilhada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso envolver-me no som deste piano e deixar-me entrar em meditação... preciso de serenidade para ouvir o meu coração... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sinto que tenta falar comigo para me indicar qual o caminho a seguir mas eu não o tenho conseguido escutar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6016524048017367702?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6016524048017367702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2418042552379214022</id><published>2010-05-25T21:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:22:38.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me together, could do anything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jp-OhMr3--w&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jp-OhMr3--w&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2635750759820686023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2635750759820686023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-start-to-miss-your-smile.html' title='I start to miss your smile...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2179161500686163498</id><published>2010-05-09T19:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:11:45.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S-b6Ml8_DxI/AAAAAAAAA00/I8e2rCH43-U/s1600/Angel-wngs-from-soap-bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S-b6Ml8_DxI/AAAAAAAAA00/I8e2rCH43-U/s400/Angel-wngs-from-soap-bubbles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469333891741323026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recordo-me que caminhava na minha direcção a sorrir... e por debaixo daquele cabelo desalinhado estava um olhar meigo misterioso e sedutor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A roupa branca que lhe envolvia o corpo transmitia-me paz, serenidade e equilíbrio... sem perceber porquê, senti-me a flutuar e mergulhei... deixei que a minha alma se comprometesse com a dele... não sei bem o que negociaram entre elas, sei que me apaixonei por aquele anjo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho saudades daquele fim de tarde em que nos conhecemos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho saudades do toque e do calor das suas mãos... é algo que vou sempre recordar com paixão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...parecia mesmo um anjo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2179161500686163498?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S-b6Ml8_DxI/AAAAAAAAA00/I8e2rCH43-U/s72-c/Angel-wngs-from-soap-bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2168760763535260926</id><published>2010-05-05T22:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:20:28.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas a Ferro &amp; Fogo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S-b7zkbwVoI/AAAAAAAAA08/ToccF8iQalU/s1600/ferro%2520de%2520marcar%2520gado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 247px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S-b7zkbwVoI/AAAAAAAAA08/ToccF8iQalU/s400/ferro%2520de%2520marcar%2520gado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469335660860036738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há pessoas, situações, detalhes, ou seja lá o que quisermos chamar, que nos deixam como estou: magoada, ferida, revoltada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sentimento corrói-me e a vontade é de arrancar um pedaço de dentro de mim, amputar essa parte que sei que vai viver para sempre aqui dentro... porque as pessoas, as situações, os detalhes, ou lá o que lhes quisermos chamar, quer quando passam ao de leve ou ficam profundamente na nossas vidas, deixam sempre uma marca, uma espécie de marca cravada a ferro e fogo que passa a fazer parte da nossa vida, da nossa experiência... e há momentos que era tão bom que conseguíssemos passar uma borracha, carregar num delete ou simplesmente esquecer sem deixar qualquer tipo de registo ou rasto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2168760763535260926?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2168760763535260926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S-b7zkbwVoI/AAAAAAAAA08/ToccF8iQalU/s72-c/ferro%2520de%2520marcar%2520gado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1441822319934693222</id><published>2010-04-27T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:02:22.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto é crescer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA0lAbkC2eM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA0lAbkC2eM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;A vida tem destas voltas estranhas&lt;br /&gt;Que te confundem nas suas manhas&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te tantas vezes perder o Norte e a razão&lt;br /&gt;E crava as garras no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pede desculpa, não pára p'ra ver&lt;br /&gt;Confunde os teus sonhos até te perder&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te tantas vezes sentir o dono do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;E de repente deixa-te só&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois...&lt;br /&gt;P'ra te consolar...&lt;br /&gt;Dá-te &lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;o céu e as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;O calor e o mar...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;E faz-te morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixa-te sempre, mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Sarar as feridas e amanhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&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/31764753-1441822319934693222?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1441822319934693222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1441822319934693222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1441822319934693222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S7X0kYrHUfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6gg7FisEbHE/s400/voar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455535429564977650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Que dia LINDO!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;O céu está azul, o Sol amorna-me o coração e este amor aconchega-me a alma! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;Let it flow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5177558406140767067?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5177558406140767067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5177558406140767067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5177558406140767067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5177558406140767067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-up.html' title='Growing up!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S7X0kYrHUfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6gg7FisEbHE/s72-c/voar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5785465975726708192</id><published>2010-03-19T00:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:42:47.921Z</updated><title type='text'>FREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S6LHndKudFI/AAAAAAAAAys/GWPV-sND_7w/s1600-h/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S6LHndKudFI/AAAAAAAAAys/GWPV-sND_7w/s400/liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450137979730162770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O mundo está perdido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade é algo muito nosso, não tem de ser anunciada ao mundo como uma conquista! &lt;div&gt;Se só agora és livre é porque te deixaste prender e essa não foi a melhor atitude! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É triste encontrar cada vez mais pessoas que se rendem à vulgaridade de "anunciar" a sua liberdade numa rede social! Qual é o objectivo?... abrir a lista de inscrições?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não me venham com o discurso que FREE tem muitos significados! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O maior tesouro que temos é a nossa dignidade... O respeito por nós mesmos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREE é expormo-nos demasiado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BE YOURSELF! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...e guarda a tua liberdade para ti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só tua de mais ninguém... para quê anunciá-la?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um grito de revolta?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umh... será que estás assim tão livre quanto isso?!........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5785465975726708192?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5785465975726708192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5785465975726708192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5785465975726708192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5785465975726708192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/free.html' title='FREE'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S6LHndKudFI/AAAAAAAAAys/GWPV-sND_7w/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-186887627000138741</id><published>2010-03-18T00:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:11:33.079Z</updated><title type='text'>Tô nem aí!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/54VCkUbMbXo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/54VCkUbMbXo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um achado no baú do tempo... Há séculos que não ouvia isto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-186887627000138741?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/186887627000138741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=186887627000138741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/186887627000138741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/186887627000138741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-nem-ai.html' title='Tô nem aí!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5841957593860858188</id><published>2010-03-17T23:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:19:18.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Estar triste ou ser eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S6FjOGPQhzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/VVrAVLIerpM/s1600-h/Sorriso%2BLargo-%2Bdef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S6FjOGPQhzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/VVrAVLIerpM/s400/Sorriso%2BLargo-%2Bdef.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449746117938939698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tens razão, não devo estar triste!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens razão, devo sorrir, por mim!&lt;br /&gt;Que é feito de mim se não sorrir? Eu sou o meu sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Quem não me conhece pelo esboçar de um sorriso?&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço, modestamente, ser a minha "imagem de marca"… se apagar este brilho, quem serei?&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela sem energia que deixou morrer a sua força interior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar de sorrir. Porque eu sou o sorriso em pessoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5841957593860858188?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5841957593860858188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5841957593860858188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5841957593860858188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5841957593860858188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/estar-triste-ou-ser-eu.html' title='Estar triste ou ser eu...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S6FjOGPQhzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/VVrAVLIerpM/s72-c/Sorriso%2BLargo-%2Bdef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1083522669969847405</id><published>2010-03-07T04:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T04:03:32.424Z</updated><title type='text'>Estados físicos. Estados de espírito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S5Mk_mqL_yI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NfJVSqpNzWI/s1600-h/lua_sky90_20041005_0653_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S5Mk_mqL_yI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NfJVSqpNzWI/s400/lua_sky90_20041005_0653_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445737049548914466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... hoje, reparei que a lua está metade cheia, metade vazia...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/31764753-1083522669969847405?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1083522669969847405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1083522669969847405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1083522669969847405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1083522669969847405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/estados-fisicos-estados-de-espirito.html' title='Estados físicos. Estados de espírito.'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S5Mk_mqL_yI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NfJVSqpNzWI/s72-c/lua_sky90_20041005_0653_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4918046225037032964</id><published>2010-03-07T03:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:59:34.591Z</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDULSy8rA_c&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDULSy8rA_c&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4918046225037032964?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4918046225037032964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4918046225037032964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4918046225037032964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4918046225037032964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2786174341147661867</id><published>2010-02-10T23:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:13:12.301Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta ao mundo online!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S3M8lUddJmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/y4WrhiD2lwc/s1600-h/iMac-Small2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S3M8lUddJmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/y4WrhiD2lwc/s400/iMac-Small2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436755787011401314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que ter o meu computador por perto faria tanta diferença...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que volto a ter "o" mundo ao alcance de um click!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2786174341147661867?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2786174341147661867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2786174341147661867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2786174341147661867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2786174341147661867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-volta-ao-mundo-online.html' title='De volta ao mundo online!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S3M8lUddJmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/y4WrhiD2lwc/s72-c/iMac-Small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1708411932938554286</id><published>2010-02-07T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:39:16.381Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ur4XiXJrd5o&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ur4XiXJrd5o&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sua menina, viu? E ele é o meu rapaz! &lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é testemunha do bem que ele me faz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1708411932938554286?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1708411932938554286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1708411932938554286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1708411932938554286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1708411932938554286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-meu-amor.html' title='O meu amor...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-7797702670293226069</id><published>2010-02-06T23:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:49:31.024Z</updated><title type='text'>A princesa e o sapo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23_ntdGOGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/CmU25_s8UB0/s1600-h/Princesa%2Be%2BSapo%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435281382987675746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23_ntdGOGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/CmU25_s8UB0/s400/Princesa%2Be%2BSapo%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...porque estou apaixonada!&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/31764753-7797702670293226069?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7797702670293226069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=7797702670293226069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7797702670293226069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7797702670293226069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/princesa-e-o-sapo.html' title='A princesa e o sapo!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23_ntdGOGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/CmU25_s8UB0/s72-c/Princesa%2Be%2BSapo%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5600779849497094245</id><published>2010-02-06T23:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:45:20.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios metafóricos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23-24z_bOI/AAAAAAAAAx8/rq0FSzYomNk/s1600-h/colorido-4291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435280544222899426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23-24z_bOI/AAAAAAAAAx8/rq0FSzYomNk/s400/colorido-4291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... tudo! Tudo porque acredito!&lt;br /&gt;... muito! Muito porque é possível sempre mais!&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo na minha vida, concluí que sou assim...&lt;br /&gt;... enquanto acreditar fico, no dia que duvidar mudo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loucura estabelece-se quando tudo o que faço, procuro fazer com amor... e eu quando amo, acredito. Logo, quando acredito fico... por isso sou demasiado intensa. Quando se é demasiado, é se muito... e muito, nem sempre é sinónimo de bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de me moderar... porque quando se mergulha arriscamo-nos a ir para fora de pé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto-me mergulhada! E a vida encarrega-se de me mostrar que é importante saber manter-me à tona da água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me safa é que eu sei boiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas apetecia-me mesmo era ver as estrelas do mar, os peixinhos coloridos e encontrar o tesouro do barco naufragado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que acordo sempre quando vem a parte do iceberg... é um frio que me gela a alma e o arrepio encarrega-se de me mostrar que não passou de mais um pesadelo! &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/31764753-5600779849497094245?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5600779849497094245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5600779849497094245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5600779849497094245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5600779849497094245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/devaneios-metaforicos.html' title='Devaneios metafóricos!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23-24z_bOI/AAAAAAAAAx8/rq0FSzYomNk/s72-c/colorido-4291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-8315574923521676927</id><published>2010-02-06T22:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:34:07.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Os caracóis de estimação!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23tKeb6mJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uPwQSO48gik/s1600-h/caracol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435261089530681490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23tKeb6mJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uPwQSO48gik/s400/caracol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há quem tenha cães, gatos, peixes, pássaros, coelhos, tartarugas, ratinhos... enfim, uma panóplia de animaizinhos que designam de estimação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu "sapinho" tem caracóis... só pode! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias, quando chego a casa, lá estão eles à minha espera... um em cada degrau, até chegar à porta... e não quero ser demasiado detalhista, mas arriscava a dizer que são sempre os mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia destes ainda lhes pergunto o nome... só para confirmar! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-8315574923521676927?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8315574923521676927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=8315574923521676927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8315574923521676927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8315574923521676927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-caracois-de-estimacao.html' title='Os caracóis de estimação!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23tKeb6mJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uPwQSO48gik/s72-c/caracol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4954255621273332476</id><published>2010-02-06T22:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:19:33.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Neve no Algarve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23qSwvTy2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/YPq4KWsyhzI/s1600-h/primavera-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435257933347933026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23qSwvTy2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/YPq4KWsyhzI/s400/primavera-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias de manhã, ao fundo da "minha rua", há um vislumbre de neve...&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias bem cedo, recordo a lenda das amendoeiras em flor...&lt;br /&gt;...hoje, resolvi partilhá-la... porque acho uma história bonita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23o1CVjiOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/I-TQGEFX2yY/s1600-h/1737554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435256323164047586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23o1CVjiOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/I-TQGEFX2yY/s400/1737554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há muitos e muitos séculos, antes de Portugal existir e quando o Al-Gharb pertencia aos árabes, reinava em Chelb, a futura Silves, o famoso e jovem rei Ibn-Almundim que nunca tinha conhecido uma derrota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, entre os prisioneiros de uma batalha, viu a linda Gilda, uma princesa loira de olhos azuis e porte altivo. Impressionado, o rei mouro deu-lhe a liberdade, conquistou-lhe progressivamente a confiança e um dia confessou-lhe o seu amor e pediu-lhe para ser sua mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram felizes durante algum tempo, mas um dia a bela princesa do Norte caiu doente sem razão aparente. Um velho cativo das terras do Norte pediu para ser recebido pelo desesperado rei e revelou-lhe que a princesa sofria de nostalgia da neve do seu país distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solução estava ao alcance do rei mouro, pois bastaria mandar plantar por todo o seu reino muitas amendoeiras que quando florissem as suas brancas flores dariam à princesa a ilusão da neve e ela ficaria curada da sua saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Primavera seguinte, o rei levou Gilda à janela do terraço do castelo e a princesa sentiu que as suas forças regressavam ao ver aquela visão indiscritível das flores brancas que se estendiam sob o seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rei mouro e a princesa viveram longos anos de um intenso amor esperando ansiosos, ano após ano, a Primavera que trazia o maravilhoso espectáculo das amendoeiras em flor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4954255621273332476?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4954255621273332476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4954255621273332476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4954255621273332476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4954255621273332476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/neve-no-algarve.html' title='Neve no Algarve...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/S23qSwvTy2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/YPq4KWsyhzI/s72-c/primavera-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2822910810692693897</id><published>2009-12-24T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:07:46.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SzP0MZRyO0I/AAAAAAAAAxc/eJ2_5hzWHCA/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SzAdm7JledI/AAAAAAAAAxU/sfGDeukI6yI/s400/Rel_gio01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417862906276837842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quem se adapta às minhas horas?, aos meus caprichos?, aos meus medos?, às minhas necessidades?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de me sentir uma mulher e não uma criança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de sentir que as horas não são um constrangimento mas sim uma questão secundária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre ouvi que faz mais quem quer do que quem pode... e que quem corre por gosto não cansa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que horas são?! Apaga a luz, preciso de dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3630339633445777315?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3630339633445777315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3630339633445777315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3630339633445777315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3630339633445777315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/ao-meu-ritmo.html' title='Ao meu ritmo...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SzAdm7JledI/AAAAAAAAAxU/sfGDeukI6yI/s72-c/Rel_gio01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2965578997991366428</id><published>2009-12-22T00:48:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:10:41.157Z</updated><title type='text'>Match Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SzAbreZ9PyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AiY4b1p9UnY/s1600-h/match_point-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SzAbreZ9PyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AiY4b1p9UnY/s400/match_point-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417860785436966690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei deixado de ser eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje um amigo dizia-me "não publicas nada no teu blog há meses"... &lt;br /&gt;...é verdade! (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de dedicar tempo a determinadas coisas que faziam parte do meu dia-a-dia, à medida que foram surgindo novas rotinas, outras "coisas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma necessidade de comunicar que me enchia a alma. Como se urgisse a necessidade de encher os pulmões e gritar ao mundo o que me ia na mente, palavra a palavra, em cada post, iam-se construindo e dando forma a emoções, sensações e estados de espírito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um momento para o outro fiquei absorvida por constrangimentos da vida dos adultos e quer-me parecer que algo mudou... afastei-me destas paragens habituais em cada final de dia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas hoje senti necessidade. Peguei nas mão frias, neste primeiro dia de Inverno, e decidi retomar qualquer coisa que tinha ficado para trás...Voltei!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me gritar ao mundo novamente e parece que a cada dia que passa mais me tapam a boca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parece-me um bom dia, aliás uma boa noite para voltar a ser eu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem será que ainda tenho desse lado, para partilhar momentos e inspirações?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente disso, mais do que para entreter mentes curiosas, preciso de voltar a escrever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2965578997991366428?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2965578997991366428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2965578997991366428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2965578997991366428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2965578997991366428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/match-point.html' title='Match Point'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SzAbreZ9PyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/AiY4b1p9UnY/s72-c/match_point-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4886987355896233539</id><published>2009-11-04T07:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:52:08.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Mooma said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faXwJ9TfX9g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faXwJ9TfX9g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel my strength&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;I remember Momma said&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;You'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said just give it time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Can't hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don't come easy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4886987355896233539?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4886987355896233539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4886987355896233539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4886987355896233539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4886987355896233539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/mooma-said.html' title='Mooma said...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4398980264886767374</id><published>2009-10-12T23:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:34:46.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StOuuIbT2JI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lgkJCpm1sc4/s1600-h/mulher20na20aguadf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StOuuIbT2JI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lgkJCpm1sc4/s400/mulher20na20aguadf0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391845286451861650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4398980264886767374?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4398980264886767374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4398980264886767374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4398980264886767374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4398980264886767374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StOuuIbT2JI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lgkJCpm1sc4/s72-c/mulher20na20aguadf0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2095090739920251724</id><published>2009-10-09T20:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:53:15.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ss-SKOHhWlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/6VTLritXWZI/s1600-h/SeeN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ss-SKOHhWlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/6VTLritXWZI/s400/SeeN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390687983271762514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A vida é curta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...perdoa rapidamente, beija lentamente, ama de verdade, ri descontroladamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; ...e nunca pares de sorrir, por mais estranho que seja o motivo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2095090739920251724?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2095090739920251724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2095090739920251724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2095090739920251724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2095090739920251724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-e-curta-perdoa-rapidamente-beija.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ss-SKOHhWlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/6VTLritXWZI/s72-c/SeeN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-7550447288685586641</id><published>2009-10-09T00:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:58:34.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um som que não sai da cabeça!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ss58pG80KRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vY-jqDlWJLM/s1600-h/a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ss58pG80KRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vY-jqDlWJLM/s400/a11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390382849691232530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48f3f305ad1283e4/4ace7b519f103056/48f3f3053cbe0b4e/5eaec1da/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-7550447288685586641?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7550447288685586641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=7550447288685586641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7550447288685586641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7550447288685586641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-som-que-naao-sai-da-cabeaaa.html' title='Um som que não sai da cabeça!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ss58pG80KRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vY-jqDlWJLM/s72-c/a11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1593518620042239681</id><published>2009-10-08T01:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:15:54.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Try...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I walk would you run?&lt;br /&gt;If I stop would you come?&lt;br /&gt;If I say you’re the one would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you to stay would you show me the way?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to say so you don’t leave me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1593518620042239681?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1593518620042239681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1593518620042239681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1593518620042239681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1593518620042239681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/try.html' title='Try...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2342446366982955013</id><published>2009-10-06T22:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:30:26.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ssu23250tQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/a-U-aR9IF-E/s1600-h/2-autumn-leaves-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Since you went away, the days grow long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48f3f305ad1283e4/4acbb61331e90e8e/48f3f3053cbe0b4e/4bef6fba/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2342446366982955013?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2342446366982955013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2342446366982955013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2342446366982955013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2342446366982955013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumnleaves.html' title='Autumn Leaves'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Ssu23250tQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/a-U-aR9IF-E/s72-c/2-autumn-leaves-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-231722913845297576</id><published>2009-09-30T22:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:09:23.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A brisa suave que me toca mas não fica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SsPMxOKmtiI/AAAAAAAAAus/As_PfhCrKZU/s1600-h/vento01.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SsPMxOKmtiI/AAAAAAAAAus/As_PfhCrKZU/s400/vento01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387374725253477922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me perguntem porque eu ainda não sei falar sobre isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E na verdade, também não quero falar, pensar... arriscaria a afirmar que nem mesmo sentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero estar comigo. Olhar para dentro e encontrar-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Embora na verdade, eu saiba que o que quero é sentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho é consciência que este não é o momento certo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, o apontamento aqui fica, porque sinto que o "agora" merece ser perpetuado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Num instante da noite, uma brisa suave sorriu e tocou-me subtilmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sorriso ficou na memória, mas naquela a que eu chamo de adormecida. Onde são registados os pormenores, que permanecem latentes mas que podem nunca se manifestar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passados tempos, diria até suficientes para já os ter esquecido (a brisa suave e o seu sorriso), eis que parece que o sorriso se encheu de energia e despertou algo dentro de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É curioso o que se está a passar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entusiasmada, não me consigo conter... e vou subindo degrau a degrau, curiosa... em busca de algo que me tem dado prazer ir descobrindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há qualquer coisa que começa a tomar forma, ou uma espécie disso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguma identificação... ou mera curiosidade? Sinto que quero mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece-me é que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...talvez esteja atrasada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que seja... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu acredito que nada acontece por acaso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se tinha de me tocar esta brisa suave, desta forma subtil, e de seguida abandonar-me... alguma mensagem está aqui para desvendar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O vento até pode soprar para outra direcção, e com ele levar, efectivamente, a minha brisa... mas ela já me tocou e por isso já fez toda a diferença...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Onde andas, brisa suave? Deixa o teu sorriso por perto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-231722913845297576?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/231722913845297576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=231722913845297576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/231722913845297576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/231722913845297576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/leve-brisa-que-me-toca-mas-nao-fica.html' title='A brisa suave que me toca mas não fica...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SsPMxOKmtiI/AAAAAAAAAus/As_PfhCrKZU/s72-c/vento01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4051949238704404447</id><published>2009-09-27T23:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:28:55.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>"É tão bom uma amizade assim &lt;br /&gt;Ai, faz tão bem saber com quem contar &lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ir ver quem me quer assim &lt;br /&gt;É bom pra mim e é bom pra quem tão bem me quer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/agUX6rWx6Yw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/agUX6rWx6Yw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4051949238704404447?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4051949238704404447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4051949238704404447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4051949238704404447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4051949238704404447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-friends_27.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4840383345656264035</id><published>2009-09-27T23:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:25:23.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre a trautear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5934797&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5934797&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5934797"&gt;Black Eyed Peas I Gotta Feeling&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/iphoto"&gt;i Photo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&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/31764753-4840383345656264035?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4840383345656264035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4840383345656264035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4840383345656264035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4840383345656264035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-friends.html' title='Sempre a trautear...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5309316841388099415</id><published>2009-09-26T20:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:31:13.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavar a alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sr5ps2OW9fI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aaFEacU48K0/s400/lagrima16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385858423572592114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje à tarde, um sábado chuvoso, resolvi ir até ao cinema ver um dos filmes que estava na minha lista de idas ao cinema... e, lavei a alma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já não chorava tanto num filme, quase da primeira cena até à última, desde que vi "Mar adentro"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Para a minha irmã"... aconselho profundamente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para além de libertarmos a alma das nossas próprias angústias, quando choramos numa sala de cinema, levados pelas cenas do filme... que na verdade, é um fio condutor para explodirmos o que acumulamos em nós do nosso dia-a-dia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...este filme, dá-nos uma grande lição de vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...por mais que nos doa, temos de saber aceitar que chegou o fim, e sermos capazes de libertar quem mais amamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai ver este filme! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sr5r78aMXRI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aVMyrdsHze8/s1600-h/234x341_0_676f868df475e74f94997a41c970150f_temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 341px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sr5r78aMXRI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aVMyrdsHze8/s400/234x341_0_676f868df475e74f94997a41c970150f_temp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385860881954135314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5309316841388099415?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5309316841388099415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5309316841388099415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5309316841388099415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5309316841388099415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/lavar-alma.html' title='Lavar a alma...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sr5ps2OW9fI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aaFEacU48K0/s72-c/lagrima16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1961774339613217358</id><published>2009-09-23T22:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:44:54.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWzBgkOAJfc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWzBgkOAJfc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(...) Olha que a vida não, não é nem deve ser&lt;br /&gt;Como um castigo que tu terás que viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito&lt;br /&gt;Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de mudar&lt;br /&gt;Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito&lt;br /&gt;Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1961774339613217358?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1961774339613217358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1961774339613217358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1961774339613217358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1961774339613217358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/muda-de-vida-se-ha-vida-em-ti-latejar.html' title='Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-6375363786400693760</id><published>2009-09-23T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:31:30.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Srp3bb7aKRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/LA0yG3kgdzw/s1600-h/leveza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Srp3bb7aKRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/LA0yG3kgdzw/s400/leveza1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384747617711958290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...that tonight’s gonna be a good night!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6375363786400693760?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6375363786400693760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=6375363786400693760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6375363786400693760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6375363786400693760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I gotta feeling...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Srp3bb7aKRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/LA0yG3kgdzw/s72-c/leveza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-8891498977839798608</id><published>2009-09-23T20:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:14:57.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Mob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XN6V2_RHnac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XN6V2_RHnac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-8891498977839798608?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8891498977839798608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=8891498977839798608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8891498977839798608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8891498977839798608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/flash-mob.html' title='Flash Mob!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1456162904096084732</id><published>2009-09-23T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:11:33.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Manifesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SroQYyvKk7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/gzmxsHG_a54/s1600-h/8523_141774241706_707391706_3065505_7497891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SroQYyvKk7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/gzmxsHG_a54/s400/8523_141774241706_707391706_3065505_7497891_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384634322597352370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1456162904096084732?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1456162904096084732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1456162904096084732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1456162904096084732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1456162904096084732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness-manifesto.html' title='Happiness Manifesto'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SroQYyvKk7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/gzmxsHG_a54/s72-c/8523_141774241706_707391706_3065505_7497891_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3046582115333837071</id><published>2009-09-23T12:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:34:29.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estado provisório: doentinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SroFXK86WDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/pEZrwewJonQ/s1600-h/doentinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SroFXK86WDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/pEZrwewJonQ/s400/doentinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384622200109815858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nestes momentos de doença, mais ou menos alarmantes, sentimo-nos despidos. Qualquer gesto, no sentido de nos aconchegar,  toma uma proporção enorme e faz-nos aquecer, muito para além do corpo, a alma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agradeço aos amigos, que de forma simples, se mostram disponíveis para o que for preciso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E com carinho me perguntam se estou melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada! &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/31764753-3046582115333837071?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3046582115333837071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3046582115333837071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3046582115333837071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3046582115333837071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/estado-provisorio-doentinha.html' title='Estado provisório: doentinha!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SroFXK86WDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/pEZrwewJonQ/s72-c/doentinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-7168861132528708560</id><published>2009-09-20T23:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:00:53.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada acontece por acaso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Srayd3pPi6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Do7L6l0DLs4/s1600-h/20080430115403169jpg.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Srayd3pPi6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Do7L6l0DLs4/s400/20080430115403169jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383686630790892450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acreditar na previsão é deixar de viver o Agora e ficar confinado à expectativa do que vai ser "o a seguir"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Acreditar que o tempo flui para um destino, como quem espera pelo que há-de vir, remete-nos para a ideia de deixar o presente para depois, atando-nos o corpo, tornando-nos imóveis na reacção, porque ficamos bloqueados com a crença de que "tinha de ser assim"... deixamos de ser nós mesmos e não nos permite agir ou reagir... porque tomamos o q nos acontece como a verdade absoluta, como que se tratasse de algo certo... previsto... onde não há nada a fazer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu discordo com isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Acredito que nada acontece por acaso... que há um sentido para o que nos acontece. Há uma aprendizagem em cada experiência. E não há coincidências, nada acontece por acaso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sim, acredito nas estrelas... porque tudo o que libertamos para o Universo flutua e converge novamente para nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Eu acredito q "elas" vão cumprir o que tu lhes dizes... desde que lhes fales com o coração, com a tua essência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (devaneios do facebook!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-7168861132528708560?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Srayd3pPi6I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Do7L6l0DLs4/s72-c/20080430115403169jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-7821351564951640063</id><published>2009-09-16T23:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:48:37.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce inspiração, amarga realidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SrFrLCSt9zI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Q1AFnnnhkzE/s1600-h/chosen_by_glowingkitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 399px;" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SrFrLCSt9zI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Q1AFnnnhkzE/s72-c/chosen_by_glowingkitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1026518723719923235</id><published>2009-09-15T23:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:24:08.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i've had the time of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SrATG3V3qnI/AAAAAAAAAts/mSs679gFeXg/s1600-h/dirty-dancing-love-passion.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SrATG3V3qnI/AAAAAAAAAts/mSs679gFeXg/s400/dirty-dancing-love-passion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381822563363564146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpmILPAcRQo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpmILPAcRQo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em jeito de "despedida", aqui fica o vídeo de um clássico da minha geração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quantas não foram as vezes que vi este filme, já para não falar nesta cena...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... será que é daqui que vem a minha paixão pela dança?&lt;i&gt; Qui ça...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem dúvida que foram momentos especiais, os que tive oportunidade de partilhar com o meu par (a minha tia, apenas 10 anos mais velha) naquela sala, em que nos enrolavamos nos cortinados, aquando das voltas, para aumentar o &lt;i&gt;show&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;off&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"i've had the time of my life"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1026518723719923235?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1026518723719923235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1026518723719923235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-8677843627651742394</id><published>2009-09-15T19:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:09:46.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpreendente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dj83LuB2kvc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dj83LuB2kvc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpreendente foi a ideia, oriunda de um marido tão apaixonado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpreendente foi o espírito, que se criou entre todos os que se envolveram nesta surpresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpreendente foi a energia, que esteve presente quer antes, durante ou depois desta prenda de casamento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De facto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpreendente é o amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...de todos aqueles que tornaram possível um instante tão especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada por me terem deixado fazer parte deste momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpreendentemente LINDO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-8677843627651742394?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8677843627651742394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=8677843627651742394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8677843627651742394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8677843627651742394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/surpreendente.html' title='Surpreendente!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5405743323433299680</id><published>2009-09-14T23:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:50:18.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambusei-me em figos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sq7EJe1YVbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GyGG8Ff_fs8/s1600-h/figos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sq7EJe1YVbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GyGG8Ff_fs8/s400/figos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381454271929144754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali estava eu, pacata e serena, tão longe de terminar a noite com tamanha felicidade, quando ouvi perguntar "gostas de figos?"...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummmmhhh... ADORO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lambusei-me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que deliciosos eram os vermelhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...cada vez mais a conquistar aquele lugar no coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5405743323433299680?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5405743323433299680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5405743323433299680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5405743323433299680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5405743323433299680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/lambusei-me-em-figos.html' title='Lambusei-me em figos!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sq7EJe1YVbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GyGG8Ff_fs8/s72-c/figos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3553157105945857624</id><published>2009-09-13T23:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:36:37.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to zero point...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sq1wtPAMXGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pTy618_yjp8/s1600-h/brotar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sq1wtPAMXGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pTy618_yjp8/s400/brotar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381081052201376866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nada melhor para revitalizar o corpo e a alma do que uma ida às origens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse lugar a que chamamos "casa", onde reencontramos a "família", onde somos genuinamente amados, é a maior força regeneradora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há nada melhor que a energia do amor para nos orientar, e trazer de novo à "vida", depois de momentos de colisão entre a nossa essência e o mundo real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis que chegou o momento de regressar ao "ponto zero"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/31764753-3553157105945857624?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3553157105945857624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3553157105945857624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3553157105945857624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3553157105945857624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-to-zero-point.html' title='Return to zero point...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sq1wtPAMXGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pTy618_yjp8/s72-c/brotar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1390979745854812546</id><published>2009-09-11T00:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:43:42.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar às aulas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqmNTe9hHLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7TD3oeDstpo/s1600-h/dancaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqmNTe9hHLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7TD3oeDstpo/s400/dancaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379986595738885298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foram tempos árduos, em que a decisão de deixar as aulas se impôs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, ainda não totalmente recuperada, sinto que chegou o momento de retomar a minha fonte de energia - a dança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chega de ter os sapatos arrumados. Toca a treinar, treinar e treinar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje comecei às 19h e terminei às 23h30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorri. Ri. Diverti-me. Libertei-me. Suei. Morri de sede. Cansei-me. Vivi o momento intensamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltei a sentir a magia de dançar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como eu tinha saudades deste ritmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada pela aula...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei muito. Imenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegou a hora de "voltar às aulas"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis que se inicia um novo ciclo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É tempo de continuar a crescer e deixar fluir um novo percurso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1390979745854812546?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1390979745854812546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1390979745854812546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1390979745854812546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1390979745854812546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/voltar-as-aulas.html' title='Voltar às aulas...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqmNTe9hHLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7TD3oeDstpo/s72-c/dancaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3408152062340223020</id><published>2009-09-10T00:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:21:37.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sqg4WyhvHcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d6MBI9KH7uo/s1600-h/cansada.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sqg4WyhvHcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d6MBI9KH7uo/s400/cansada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379611719065607618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sqg34b3zbMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1K3UPsR7_dk/s1600-h/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3408152062340223020?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3408152062340223020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3408152062340223020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3408152062340223020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3408152062340223020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/cansada.html' title='Cansada...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sqg4WyhvHcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d6MBI9KH7uo/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1632234628051960646</id><published>2009-09-08T23:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:38:22.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele focinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqbWuS9o9bI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gnQWJCbWr-U/s1600-h/DSC05459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqbWuS9o9bI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gnQWJCbWr-U/s400/DSC05459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379222895793337778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O dia foi de cão, mas acabou em... gato! Ou seria gata?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saí tarde, porque não queria deixar coisas acumuladas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convidei uma amiga para comer um gelado. Liguei a um amigo para ir ao cinema. O dia tinha sido demasiado pesado para ir me enfiar em casa. Fechada e em stress já tinha eu estado todo o dia, com tanta adrenalina, pelo dia agitado que foi no local de trabalho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto conduzia em direcção ao Fórum pensava que hoje o tema do meu &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; seria "como ter um dia de cão no trabalho"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longe estava eu de ter inspiração para algo bem mais ... caricato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... jantámos e resolvi vir até casa. Era o último dia do desconto naquelas senhas fantásticas para abastecimentos. Logo, era dia de atestar o "Mega Byte!"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto metia gasóleo, comecei a ouvir um miar intenso e aflitivo. Espreitei pelo chão da gasolineira e não vi nenhum gato. O que me remeteu para um felino em apuros, tipo no telhado da bomba ou algures por ali perto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paguei e segui viagem. Esqueci o assunto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheguei a casa. Estacionei... e qual não é o meu espanto quando saio do carro e oiço o mesmo som...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei: "Tenho um gato no carro, SOCORRO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assustada corri para casa e pensei a quem poderia pedir ajuda. Liguei a um amigo que se riu e perguntou se eu já tinha aberto o &lt;i&gt;capot&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Achas? Ainda me salta de lá o gato assanhado..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vim novamente para a rua e, duas vizinhas que passavam, acabaram por contribuir na "missão resgate ao gato", que quase de certeza andou a passear comigo desde a minha cidade profissional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabem onde ele estava? Enfiado no amortecedor da roda traseira... assustado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pequenino, bébé, branco e preto... com um focinho fofo e meigo... estava preto e cinzento, tremia, mas fartou-se de beber leite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela primeira vez na vida passou-me pela cabeça ter um gato... ficar com aquele gato, que de certa forma me escolheu... a vontade era muita, mas a consciência da indisponibilidade para ele ou para ela foram maiores e deixei que vizinha do 1.º esquerdo do prédio ao lado se apaixonasse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...mas a imagem daquele focinho não me sai da cabeça... e creio que vai ficar para sempre na lembrança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1632234628051960646?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1632234628051960646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1632234628051960646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1632234628051960646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1632234628051960646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/aquele-focinho.html' title='Aquele focinho...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqbWuS9o9bI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gnQWJCbWr-U/s72-c/DSC05459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5636894108364825925</id><published>2009-09-08T00:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:30:14.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no mountain high enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xz-UvQYAmbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xz-UvQYAmbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember the day I set you free...&lt;br /&gt;I told you, you could always count on me&lt;br /&gt;And from that day on I made a vow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you want me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you need me, call me!&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are. No matter how far...&lt;br /&gt;Just call out my name.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there in a hurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no mountain high enough!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5636894108364825925?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5636894108364825925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5636894108364825925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5636894108364825925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5636894108364825925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html' title='Ain&apos;t no mountain high enough!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-562312753214266773</id><published>2009-09-06T22:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:42:33.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada acontece por acaso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqQsiMvKtmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZUs7uDH3yaA/s1600-h/espiral-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqQsiMvKtmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZUs7uDH3yaA/s400/espiral-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378472821033449058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; white-space: pre; "&gt;Espiral descendente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; white-space: pre; "&gt;...nada como bater bem fundo para ganhar impulso para vir ao topo! &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/31764753-562312753214266773?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/562312753214266773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=562312753214266773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/562312753214266773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/562312753214266773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-acontece-por-acaso.html' title='Nada acontece por acaso...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqQsiMvKtmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZUs7uDH3yaA/s72-c/espiral-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2389846836211525651</id><published>2009-09-04T07:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:56:32.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqC5GXfGuiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N-7K4LZn7DE/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqC5GXfGuiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N-7K4LZn7DE/s400/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377501474115205666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A felicidade só depende de nós mesmos.&lt;div&gt;Depende da entrega absoluta à nossa essência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando isso acontece, conseguimos encontrar a felicidade... e geralmente ela está num pormenor ou num detalhe,  que à vista dos alienados pela obsessão de a encontrar lhes escapa com toda a firmeza... porque a felicidade está dentro de nós e não à nossa volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entra dentro de ti e vais encontrá-la... nos pormenores... eles é que fazem a diferença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou a mergulhar em mim... e a encontrar os meus instantes de felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Que esta seja uma óptima sexta-feira! ...Hapiness!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2389846836211525651?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2389846836211525651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2389846836211525651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2389846836211525651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2389846836211525651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SqC5GXfGuiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/N-7K4LZn7DE/s72-c/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-9062758326964398612</id><published>2009-09-03T23:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:12:48.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CC-FJFO-zI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CC-FJFO-zI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é possível em tão pouco tempo conseguir reunir tanta coisa boa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...quem um dia me disse que quando encontrasse o bem estar interior tudo fluiria nesse sentido, tinha tanta razão!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os passos são pequenos e a estabilidade ainda muito insegura, mas já me sabe tão bem esta nova atitude perante a vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje tive um dia que me fez sentir tão... tão eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei bem comigo e com a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trabalhei com garra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dediquei tempo a mim mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidi entregar-me à dança contemporânea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvi salsa e resolvi subir as escadas... fui surpreendida e fiquei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancei. Dancei e dancei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estive com o ele... aliás, ele tem estado comigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jantámos debaixo de uma árvore com a luz da rua, das estrelas e da lua cheia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Degustámos as delícias da Cantina dos Sabores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abacaxi e hortelã. Tarte de chocolate branco com chocolate preto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui presenteada com um telefonema de longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vagueei pelo meu dia e senti que estava a saber digerir a minha ansiedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procurei-te, porque precisei de partilhar contigo a minha felicidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de certa forma, fazer-te feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, certamente, vou ter uma boa noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-9062758326964398612?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9062758326964398612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=9062758326964398612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/9062758326964398612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/9062758326964398612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-8359856672931784719</id><published>2009-09-02T22:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:21:48.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'S wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vs1LfI9HxRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vs1LfI9HxRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Irmos fundo, tão fundo como ontem me levaste, fez-me mergulhar e perceber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A dor da tua atitude fossilizou, mas a minha essência é capaz de ultrapassar a mágoa e caminhar para a felicidade sem sequelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com passinhos pequeninos, caminho. E parece que começo a encontrar a felicidade merecida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais do que encontrar no outro o que nos faz falta, é fundamental encontrar dentro de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu hoje encontrei dentro de mim coisas lindas... onde, por acaso, tu também estavas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que vivemos já ninguém nos tira! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... e esses momentos foram &lt;i&gt;'s wonderful&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas fui mais longe... Olhei para trás e vi a sombra que me acompanha sempre... revoltada com a vida presa que ela me tem feito levar, resolvi despedir-me dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que foi algo imediato. A sensação de leveza penetrou-me a alma e o sorriso estampou-se no meu rosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...E a consciência pergunta-me "não é assim mesmo que deve ser?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeiro abano-lhe a cabeça, como que concordando com ela. Mas o coração pede mais e as palavras escapam-me e respondo-lhe: sim!!! ...muito convictamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quê viver na ansiedade? Isso nada mais é do que desperdiçar os meus dias!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje percebi que devo deixar para trás medos e angústias, tristezas e mágoas... e viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simplesmente, viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recordar faz parte do que é viver. Fechar os olhos e re-viver os nossos momentos faz-me sorrir e aconchega a minha essência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, não é saudável que bebamos apenas dessa fonte... pois isso seria o mesmo que ficar presa ao passado... e isso não é viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero muito um presente... mais ainda um futuro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como ainda estou a interiorizar a cada instante a ideia "um dia de cada vez"... para já encontro-me apenas em paz com o passado e procuro caminhar para o equilíbrio com o presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje a lua prepara-se para ficar cheia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela é tão semelhante à minha essência. Vive de ciclos. A lua tem momentos de crescimento, momentos que deprime e fragiliza, momentos que chega mesmo a esconder-se para reflectir e momentos em que o seu esplendor revitaliza e enche-se de garra, de energia e surge com toda a sua força, como se fosse inabalável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tal como ela, eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... deprimi por considerar que tinha chegado o nosso fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...resolvi afastar-me para digerir a tristeza, aprender a gerir o vazio e sarar as feridas da mágoa que se instalou no meu peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...comecei a crescer espiritualmente, dando prioridade ao equilíbrio da minha essência, muito para além do equilíbrio que tu me podes dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... e hoje, tal como a lua, também eu me preparo para revelar a minha plenitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto-me bem por termos partilhado instantes de felicidade. São nossos e venha quem vier ou até mesmo a maior das tempestades, nunca desaparecerão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como &lt;i&gt;alguém&lt;/i&gt; costuma dizer, &lt;i&gt;uma vez especial, para sempre especial!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Longe ou perto?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... o passado já é uma realidade, que faz parte das nossas vidas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando olho para trás, sorrio, simplesmente pelo que já vivemos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...por quem somos hoje, um para o outro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;You've made my life so glamorous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixo entregue às nossas essências o caminho que por nós há-de ser percorrido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-8359856672931784719?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8359856672931784719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=8359856672931784719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8359856672931784719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/8359856672931784719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/s-wonderful.html' title='&apos;S wonderful!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4209600804642675143</id><published>2009-09-01T23:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:22:11.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encarar a realidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sp2m_wkBJmI/AAAAAAAAArs/7ABhGQdZj2I/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sp2m_wkBJmI/AAAAAAAAArs/7ABhGQdZj2I/s400/img-thing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376637144448181858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem, como eu, julgava que o abraço era algo puro e genuíno, que jamais poderia ser rejeitado por quem nos diz ter no coração... desengane-se!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar da necessidade de espaço, apesar da distância requerida, apesar de não existirem certezas... uma dúvida eu não tinha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sabia que te era especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto, esta noite, rasgaste-me a alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trouxeste-me a certeza de não te ser especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resumiste-me a nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4209600804642675143?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4209600804642675143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4209600804642675143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4209600804642675143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4209600804642675143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/encarar-realidade.html' title='Encarar a realidade...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sp2m_wkBJmI/AAAAAAAAArs/7ABhGQdZj2I/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-543720705651444990</id><published>2009-08-31T19:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:21:05.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Branca: Brutal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AmCqtDPpdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AmCqtDPpdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-543720705651444990?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/543720705651444990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=543720705651444990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/543720705651444990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/543720705651444990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/noite-branca-brutal.html' title='Noite Branca: Brutal!!!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1361843844026558092</id><published>2009-08-31T18:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:07:06.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um amor incondicional!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpwL0hANqlI/AAAAAAAAArc/_uA5x40Syps/s1600-h/31082009264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpwL0hANqlI/AAAAAAAAArc/_uA5x40Syps/s400/31082009264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376185052013898322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Podia tentar encontrar justificações, mas aceito que há coisas que simplesmente não se explicam... acontecem!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto! E assim admito: não sei explicar!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surge de forma natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assusta-nos porque chega de forma veloz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-nos sentir coisas inexplicáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É puro e desinteressado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simples presença, o saber-se sempre ali, estejamos onde estivermos, conforta-nos a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sorriso sara-nos as feridas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O abraço fortalece-nos e torna-nos guerreiros para os obstáculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um simples olhar é tudo para nos perceber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O silêncio não nos incomoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As lágrimas fundem-se e tornam-nos cúmplices...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei explicar, mas sei que sinto que já fazes parte de mim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...como se fosse desde sempre!&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/31764753-1361843844026558092?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1361843844026558092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1361843844026558092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1361843844026558092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1361843844026558092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-amor-incondicional.html' title='Um amor incondicional!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpwL0hANqlI/AAAAAAAAArc/_uA5x40Syps/s72-c/31082009264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3417594516043689726</id><published>2009-08-31T18:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:24:37.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me wanna shout!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpwVUVb20YI/AAAAAAAAArk/bRjy82mWK80/s1600-h/sem+voz%5B1%5D...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpwVUVb20YI/AAAAAAAAArk/bRjy82mWK80/s400/sem+voz%5B1%5D...jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376195494269079938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna shout!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguiria arranjar melhor frase para descrever o momento... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, gostava de dizer mais... mas as palavras inibem-se e apenas me surge o silêncio... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E parece um estado tão dúbio...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Tu fazes-me querer gritar! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3417594516043689726?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3417594516043689726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3417594516043689726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3417594516043689726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3417594516043689726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-make-me-wanna-shout.html' title='You make me wanna shout!!!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpwVUVb20YI/AAAAAAAAArk/bRjy82mWK80/s72-c/sem+voz%5B1%5D...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1986699933962522983</id><published>2009-08-27T00:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:38:00.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Live the moment, each and every day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpXHL4xudzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9TQDhDhSnT4/s1600-h/salvador_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpXHL4xudzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9TQDhDhSnT4/s400/salvador_dali.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374420737369995058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never happy, not satisfied &lt;br /&gt;Always complains for nothing &lt;br /&gt;Hopes and dreams are fading away &lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to figure it out &lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt, you'll find away &lt;br /&gt;Live the moment, each and every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking it’s not enough&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time to fight for it &lt;br /&gt;Days and years are going so fast &lt;br /&gt;We run set we’re full of regrets &lt;br /&gt;Why keep on blaming someone else? &lt;br /&gt;Love and luck are turning their back &lt;br /&gt;Now I see here &lt;br /&gt;It's always been there &lt;br /&gt;People like their simple things &lt;br /&gt;Live the moment, each and every day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it there? &lt;br /&gt;Is it right there? &lt;br /&gt;Right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;This is what you've been looking for &lt;br /&gt;For a long, long time &lt;br /&gt;Make it real, make it right now&lt;br /&gt;You've got to live it now! &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Moony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1986699933962522983?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1986699933962522983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1986699933962522983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1986699933962522983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1986699933962522983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-moment-each-and-every-day.html' title='Live the moment, each and every day!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SpXHL4xudzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9TQDhDhSnT4/s72-c/salvador_dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5883197609001661831</id><published>2009-08-18T21:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:09:35.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Instante para partilhar: Puff! Fez-se o Chocapic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ritualmente, dirigiu-se para o backoffice. Foi à mala tirar o telemóvel, para ver se tinha alguma sms e com ele na mão começou a tratar do pequeno-almoço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abriu o frigorífico, tirou o leite fresco e colocou o pacote em cima da bancada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por cima, abriu o armário e retirou os cereais. Abriu-os cuidadosamente e colocou-os numa tigela, que habitualmente guardava na segunda prateleira do armário cinzento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preparava-se para arrumar os cereais no seu lugar quando, sem perceber bem como, tombou o frasco de café do seu colega... ouviu-se um estrondo e só se viam coisas castanhas... rapidamente pensou &lt;i&gt;já parti o frasco e entornei o café todo!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grande espanto quando olha à volta e vê bolinhas de chocolate por todo o lado que a vista alcançava...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O café estava intacto dentro do frasco de vidro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Safou-se de levar com o frasco na cabeça, e até mesmo de o partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas os cereais que preparava para comer haviam desaparecido da tigela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não eram pétalas, eram pequenos triângulos feitos de bolinhas pequeninas, mas parecia a história do "Puf! Fez-se o Chocapic!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 190px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SosXp1sTYaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/UuMYUYmH1qo/s400/CereaisChocolate150x190.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371412988124422562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi o momento alto do dia... e ela só pensava... &lt;i&gt;olha lá se tenho metido o leite na &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;tigela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5883197609001661831?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5883197609001661831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5883197609001661831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5883197609001661831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5883197609001661831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/instante-para-partilhar-puff-fez-se-o.html' title='Instante para partilhar: Puff! Fez-se o Chocapic!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SosXp1sTYaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/UuMYUYmH1qo/s72-c/CereaisChocolate150x190.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3387194580833009647</id><published>2009-08-18T18:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:06:08.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma tarde com o sábio Sr. Coelho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SosBpZ3YNII/AAAAAAAAAqM/09fllKEDlLw/s1600-h/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SosBpZ3YNII/AAAAAAAAAqM/09fllKEDlLw/s400/vento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371388791398872194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei a casa e só me apetecia libertar-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia tinha sido horrível. Uma constante ansiedade. Um desgaste da alma causado pela tristeza, pela rejeição e pela falta de carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abri as janelas. Fez-se corrente de ar. A energia da casa mudou de imediato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Sol começava a pôr-se e por isso a sua luz ficava apaixonante... rapidamente me senti envolvida. Fechei os olhos e recordei aqueles últimos abraços... intensos, como que expressando a certeza de sentir mas, simultaneamente, a dúvida de querer... sorri. Sentia-me mais leve. Aquele momento estava a fazer-me bem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Gosto de parar ao longo do dia e recordar instantes contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar do bafo quente, o entardecer já trazia consigo uma leve brisa que se ia fazendo sentir... Superficialmente, arrefecia o calor que o coração emanava, depois de tanto ter ardido na fogueira que foi o dia de hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respirei fundo e senti finalmente, a sensação que havia procurado todo o dia... paz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mergulhei na pureza do sentir e lá me encontrei. Esqueci a mágoa. Cerrei os dentes e revoltei-me com a paixão que domina o meu ser. Chamei a minha essência para me ajudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos poucos vou encontrando o caminho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não quero mais ser racional. Esta foi uma conclusão que cheguei há poucos dias atrás. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se sinto, não vou contrariar o que sinto. Não quero bloquear na tentativa de me proteger de sofrer, só porque não sou correspondida ou sejam lá quais forem os motivos.  Certamente que não haverá coisa mais bela que, simplesmente, ser-se capaz de sentir e viver intensamente o que se sente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto é liberdade. E só livre podemos ser felizes... Eu quero ser feliz contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- A nossa felicidade pode ser na união de dois seres que se tornam um só ou simplesmente no amor incondicional de uma amizade! Seja qual for a felicidade que nos possa acontecer, eu quero ser feliz contigo. Pessoas como tu são raras nas nossas vidas. E uma vez especial, para sempre especial... não te quero longe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas também comecei a perceber que a liberdade exige a existência de limites. Para se ser livre é necessário não se prender nem se deixar agarrar... E hoje estou a desenhar os meus contornos para que possa viver sem o sentimento de perda... ou a necessidade de ser absorvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente dei pela presença do sábio... foi quando senti que ao meu lado estava de conversa com a minha consciência o &lt;i&gt;Senhor Coelho&lt;/i&gt;... entre os sussurros dos dois, consegui perceber que discutiam um excerto dos &lt;i&gt;onze minutos&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...no amor ninguém pode magoar ninguém; cada um é responsável por aquilo que sente e não podemos culpar o outro por isso... Já me senti ferida quando perdi os homens por quem me apaixonei... Hoje estou convencida de que ninguém perde ninguém, porque ninguém possui ninguém... Essa é a verdadeira experiência de ser livre: ter a coisa mais importante do mundo sem a possuir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltei a sorrir. Reconheci que estava num caminho mesmo muito longe da felicidade, antes do dia de hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vagueei pelas nossas oscilações, percorri cada 8 e cada 80 e percebi que quanto mais te tento manter perto de mim mais te afasto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Percebi ainda que eu sou muito mais do que estou a ser hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porquê este medo de te perder, se não te tenho?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porquê permitir que me magoes como fazes em cada rejeição tua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque te dou espaço para me dizeres mais um não? Se a mais ninguém eu permito a ousadia de me fazer sentir rejeitada? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reflecti sobre o assunto... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Consegui perceber algumas coisas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...ninguém para além de ti, que receava perder, me teria na mão como tu tiveste. Pois para te sentir um pouco meu, entregava-me por completo e esvaziava a minha essência na ânsia de te conquistar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se hoje cheguei até essa conclusão é porque estou, finalmente, a caminhar no sentido certo e estou a encontrar-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não faz qualquer sentido permitir tamanha rejeição do meu ser, por mais que te admire, que te adore e te deseje ao meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A liberdade de te deixar ser quem és, como queres e como melhor te sentes é a única forma te fazer feliz e de também eu ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que adianta sentir medo de te perder por outra mulher, desejar-te constantemente ao meu lado, inventar momentos só para estar na tua companhia, se com isso só iludo a sensação de te possuir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se algum dia tivermos que ser felizes será na liberdade do ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje sinto que encontrei o caminho para me libertar...&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/31764753-3387194580833009647?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3387194580833009647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3387194580833009647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3387194580833009647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3387194580833009647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-tarde-com-o-sabio-sr-coelho.html' title='Uma tarde com o sábio Sr. Coelho...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SosBpZ3YNII/AAAAAAAAAqM/09fllKEDlLw/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-486149639679965803</id><published>2009-08-18T00:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:27:32.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're better together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv8HSJm6xf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv8HSJm6xf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? &lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving... &lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; it's always better when we're together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-486149639679965803?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/486149639679965803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=486149639679965803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/486149639679965803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/486149639679965803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-better-together.html' title='We&apos;re better together!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2906265840109652562</id><published>2009-08-11T21:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:36:13.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma noite quente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/210146ozq8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/210146ozq8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="border-top-color: rgb(255, 102, 0); border-right-color: rgb(255, 102, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 102, 0); border-left-color: rgb(255, 102, 0); display: block; width: 332px; padding-right: 10px; height: 16px; "&gt;Tienes una forma seductora de moverte frente a mi... me haces vibrar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2906265840109652562?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2906265840109652562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2906265840109652562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2906265840109652562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2906265840109652562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/tienes-una-forma-seductora-de-moverte.html' title='Uma noite quente...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1160639727455032158</id><published>2009-08-11T15:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:29:40.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A equilibrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SoF-MBWQgkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Sk89Bm__zVs/s1600-h/Pena+a+flutuar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SoF-MBWQgkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Sk89Bm__zVs/s400/Pena+a+flutuar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368710975787663938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... sentir algo assim é a realização!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só me ocorrem palavras como bem-estar, equilíbrio e paz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti vontade de mergulhar e mergulhei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senti que contigo se passou o mesmo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embora me falhem as palavras para descrever a magia do que vivemos, foram instantes demasiado profundos para não os exteriorizar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...estou a flutuar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-1160639727455032158?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1160639727455032158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1160639727455032158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1160639727455032158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1160639727455032158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/equilibrar.html' title='A equilibrar...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SoF-MBWQgkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Sk89Bm__zVs/s72-c/Pena+a+flutuar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4865959366863731929</id><published>2009-08-10T10:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:04:51.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pormenores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sn_vrg_Ro4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/_JlaGKEdVfM/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sn_vrg_Ro4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/_JlaGKEdVfM/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368272811717665666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..só para dizer que adorei o pormenor de sexta!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4865959366863731929?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4865959366863731929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4865959366863731929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4865959366863731929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4865959366863731929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/pormenores.html' title='Pormenores...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sn_vrg_Ro4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/_JlaGKEdVfM/s72-c/IMG_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1070763285476575239</id><published>2009-08-10T09:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:58:31.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca do norte perdido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sn_uh7hHSTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1YfT6XnncH0/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sn_uh7hHSTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1YfT6XnncH0/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368271547528595762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que misto de sentimentos...&lt;div&gt;São pico de estados que nos levam do muito bom ao muito mau. Do 8 ao 80!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...admito que desta vez a culpa foi toda minha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podia argumentar que estas coisas só acontecem pela falta de segurança e equilíbrio emocional que me transmites. Mas reconheço o mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desequilíbrio&lt;/span&gt; da minha parte para saber gerir determinadas situações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes apetece-me tirar-te desse teu mundo de dúvidas e levar-te para uma ilha deserta... ficar contigo lá, absorver-te os minutos do teu dia, saciar a minha vontade de ti, eliminar esta distância que volta e meia surge entre nós... e fazer-te sorrir com certezas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso que nada adiantaria, pois quem estaria ali comigo era apenas o teu corpo... e que a tua alma andaria perdida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...seria algo demasiado sufocante, egoísta e nada que nos trouxesse o que precisamos - paz e equilíbrio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se existem coisas que tens de encontrar resposta... terá de partir de ti, por ti mesmo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso do teu corpo para o amar, sentir o teu calor e derreter-me com o teu sorriso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a essência das pessoas está na alma e a tua anda sem norte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso que se não encontras em mim o teu norte, o destino dos teus dias, o porto de abrigo... é porque não sou a tua bússola, a essência que te completa e que só estou a criar contratempos na busca da tua felicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...estou a mais... ??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...é o que vem da tua alma que me pode dar o calor que preciso de sentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque só quando me abraças e sorris com o coração tornas tudo possível!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...o que o teu corpo me dá são pormenores... (que adoro!)&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/31764753-1070763285476575239?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1070763285476575239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=1070763285476575239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1070763285476575239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/1070763285476575239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-busca-do-norte-perdido.html' title='Em busca do norte perdido!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sn_uh7hHSTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1YfT6XnncH0/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-1224699389846649947</id><published>2009-08-05T14:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:10:46.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando danço contigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Muitas foram as coisas não vividas, que sonhei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas muitas são já as saudades dos instantes partilhados, inesquecíveis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coisa mais pura que nos une hoje é a dança... quando dançamos os dois, sinto que os sentimentos estão presentes... sinto-te como um dia senti...em mim, para mim... feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juntos na pista, na rua, ou em qualquer lugar, quando os nossos corpos sentem a música, a melodia penetra-nos a alma e o corpo, mergulhamos... e naquele momento somos, novamente, um do outro, felizes... embora a realidade nos mostre que já não somos mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... espero que em cada dança nossa, porque acredito que nela e através dela isso nos acontece, façamos amor...aquele que um dia fizemos com paixão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre... porque se foste um dia, serás para sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é  cha cha cha prometido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er1M2-fO6DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er1M2-fO6DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/31764753-1224699389846649947?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1224699389846649947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5831689335053165099</id><published>2009-08-05T14:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:39:53.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um cheirinho a Barrio... saudades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZF6ixD8dxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZF6ixD8dxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-5831689335053165099?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5831689335053165099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=5831689335053165099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5831689335053165099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/5831689335053165099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-cheirinho-barrio-saudades.html' title='Um cheirinho a Barrio... saudades!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3503109674065281075</id><published>2009-08-04T00:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:06:06.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2s42mRvwpEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2s42mRvwpEQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O vestido deixava perceber o bikini. As havaianas rosa choc a condizer com as unhas não eram discretas, mas a noite era de paródia! Pouco importa o aspecto... a alma pedia farra e a noite proporcionou-a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partimos da cidade velha e fomos acabar no Festival de Marisco de Faro... lambusámo-nos no camarão frito e agitámos com as melodias que se faziam ouvir! (esta foi a que me ficou)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a stupid day... but a nice night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3503109674065281075?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3503109674065281075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3503109674065281075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3503109674065281075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3503109674065281075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-night.html' title='A nice night!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-3341964329423689451</id><published>2009-07-31T20:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:55:35.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just feel it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ly0fz0T_lQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ly0fz0T_lQE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Existem coisas assim... oiço e levo os sentidos ao extremo da excitação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto-me bem. Apetece-me ficar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fecho os olhos e deixo-me ir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;São instantes. São meus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto-me feliz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nada mais importa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apenas quero sentir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just feel it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girl said mmmmhh mmmmhhh mmmhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-3341964329423689451?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3341964329423689451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=3341964329423689451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3341964329423689451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/3341964329423689451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-feel-it.html' title='Just feel it!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2630031202857767830</id><published>2009-07-29T00:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:24:07.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor dos dois mundos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sm-HopE7s0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/cIgDfpWsuRI/s1600-h/571151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363654813512610626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sm-HopE7s0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/cIgDfpWsuRI/s400/571151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...é sempre tão bom regressar às origens...matar saudades....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto, a dança é algo que faz parte de mim... as relações que estabeleci, as nossas cowboyadas...são pequenos detalhes que me fazem sentir saudades do meu dia-a-dia, mesmo quando estou de regresso às origens, entre mimos e bons momentos com a minha essência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apodero-me de todo o mimo e de todos os minutos de atenção que me são devidos, mas não significa que parte de mim também não tenha vontade de estar aí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...era bom que conseguíssemos estar, em simultâneo, em todos os locais, e com todas as pessoas, que gostaríamos de estar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...mas existem escolhas e prioridades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou serena. Mas não escondo que gostaria de estar aí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2630031202857767830?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2630031202857767830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2630031202857767830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2630031202857767830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2630031202857767830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-melhor-dos-dois-mundos.html' title='O melhor dos dois mundos!'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sm-HopE7s0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/cIgDfpWsuRI/s72-c/571151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-9122655374364831187</id><published>2009-07-28T02:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:00:04.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A big hug...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sm5XOEfZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/1g7-FrTtoGk/s1600-h/abraco6%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363320105480082626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sm5XOEfZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/1g7-FrTtoGk/s400/abraco6%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Fecho os olhos e parece que ainda estou nos teus braços: respiro fundo e sinto o cheiro da tua pele; o calor do teu corpo invade-me a alma; o tempo congelou e o momento é para sempre; senti-te como nunca havias estado, e mesmo assim, teimas que não és meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Que crueldade é essa que insistes impor entre nós, ao bloquear o que sentimos um pelo outro?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Forte, fraco? Perfeito? Esquece... O que importa é viver apenas o que sentimos quando nos tornamos num único ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Venha quem vier... pode ter sido apenas por instantes, só naqueles segundos em que os nossos corpos se tocaram e as nossas almas se fundiram, mas não há dúvidas: fomos um só, fomos um do outro, tu foste meu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;...Venham mil anos, que este abraço é inesquecível!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;"Fazes-me sentir bem comigo mesmo"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;E em cada vez que olho profundamente olhos nos olhos, como se procurasse respostas... apaixono-me um pouco mais... e mais... e mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-9122655374364831187?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9122655374364831187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=9122655374364831187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/9122655374364831187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/9122655374364831187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-hug.html' title='A big hug...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Sm5XOEfZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/1g7-FrTtoGk/s72-c/abraco6%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-398642081993573295</id><published>2009-07-23T00:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:09:36.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras certas no momento certo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Smep9nILaSI/AAAAAAAAAns/il_YKmoZjCY/s1600-h/ESQUECER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Smep9nILaSI/AAAAAAAAAns/il_YKmoZjCY/s400/ESQUECER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361440757348264226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nesta vida compreendi que viver é ser livre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que ter amigos é necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que lutar é manter-se vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aprendi que o tempo cura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a mágoa passa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a decepção não mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que hoje é o reflexo de ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que os verdadeiros amigos permanecem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a dor fortalece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aprendi que sonhar não é fantasiar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a beleza não está no que vemos mas no que sentimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E que o segredo da vida é viver em busca da felicidade sempre com a direcção e ajuda de nós mesmos." &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/31764753-398642081993573295?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/398642081993573295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=398642081993573295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/398642081993573295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/398642081993573295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/palavras-certas-no-momento-certo.html' title='Palavras certas no momento certo...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/Smep9nILaSI/AAAAAAAAAns/il_YKmoZjCY/s72-c/ESQUECER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-4236503952998351954</id><published>2009-07-23T00:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:50:08.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmehOcVem8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Nbom9rCYi8g/s1600-h/DSC_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmehOcVem8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Nbom9rCYi8g/s400/DSC_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361431150904384450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem diria que um café com as pessoas certas pode mudar o nosso dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recentemente, surgiu um grupo de pessoas que deixei entrar na minha vida e que a mudaram para melhor, para muito melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos como a noite de hoje, faz-me sentir que há coisas tão simples que nos fazem felizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada vez mais gosto de ser atenta aos pormenores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...o pormenor de hoje foi a simplicidade das relações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-4236503952998351954?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4236503952998351954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=4236503952998351954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4236503952998351954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/4236503952998351954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-coffee.html' title='A simple coffee'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmehOcVem8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Nbom9rCYi8g/s72-c/DSC_1681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-6921504988983644793</id><published>2009-07-21T23:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:46:20.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O casamento do meu melhor amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmZEEzEVbGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/T4h7GwNBoG0/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmZEEzEVbGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/T4h7GwNBoG0/s400/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047255649709154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma amizade como a nossa é um verdadeiro amor... um amor para a vida!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou imensamente feliz por ti e por ela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe-me tão bem fazer parte da vossa vida, assim como ter-vos tão dentro do meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo-vos TUDO o que mais quero para mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amor para a vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre vossa, e com todo o meu carinho, desejo todas as felicidades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-6921504988983644793?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6921504988983644793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=6921504988983644793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6921504988983644793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/6921504988983644793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-casamento-do-meu-melhor-amigo.html' title='O casamento do meu melhor amigo...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmZEEzEVbGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/T4h7GwNBoG0/s72-c/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-7208074773899952497</id><published>2009-07-21T23:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:28:55.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias tristes e cinzentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmY_OPC_p9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/PYGbuSkzTfg/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmY_OPC_p9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/PYGbuSkzTfg/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361041920220964818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... Como vai você? Eu só preciso saber da sua vida. Peço a alguém para me contar sobre o seu dia. Anoiteceu e eu preciso só saber, como vai você, que já modificou a minha vida... razão da minha paz já esquecida... nem sei se gosto mais de mim ou de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem, que a sede de te amar me faz melhor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu quero amanhecer ao seu redor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...preciso tanto lhe fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem, que o tempo pode afastar nós dois. Não deixe tanta vida para depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só preciso saber, como vai você?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J-kvv_N0Qjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J-kvv_N0Qjo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-7208074773899952497?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7208074773899952497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=7208074773899952497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7208074773899952497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/7208074773899952497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/dias-tristes-e-cinzentos.html' title='Dias tristes e cinzentos...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmY_OPC_p9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/PYGbuSkzTfg/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-2600930661919032839</id><published>2009-07-20T23:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:25:30.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De pernas para o ar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmTqWcL0o6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/F1uMKTIOguQ/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmTqWcL0o6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/F1uMKTIOguQ/s400/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667127721534370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi pura a alma que me devolveu o chão, que me havia sido tirado de forma abrupta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironias do destino... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... quem me deixou de pernas para o ar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repetia tudo novamente, porque a sensação de leveza foi de extrema intensidade... assim como todos os momentos que partilhámos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela subtileza com que entraste e ocupaste este lugar... não tenho dúvidas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... a genuína cumplicidade, nada nem ninguém nos vai tirar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venham as dúvidas que vierem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...seremos para sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-2600930661919032839?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2600930661919032839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=2600930661919032839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2600930661919032839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/2600930661919032839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-pernas-para-o-ar.html' title='De pernas para o ar...'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/SmTqWcL0o6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/F1uMKTIOguQ/s72-c/IMG_1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-319304443825379515</id><published>2009-07-18T13:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:37:24.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem fui eu, afinal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há pessoas que nos fazem parar e pensar, afinal quem fomos para elas!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do "tanto" que era e que me assustava, encontro-me num "nada" que me invade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desencontros? Timings errados? Não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Acho melhor não ir ter contigo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se hoje sinto que nada sou para ti, afinal, quem fui eu?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aP6orw0M-bY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aP6orw0M-bY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31764753-319304443825379515?l=luxwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/319304443825379515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31764753&amp;postID=319304443825379515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/319304443825379515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31764753/posts/default/319304443825379515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-fui-eu-afinal.html' title='Quem fui eu, afinal?'/><author><name>Lux Woman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596597705202454328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fITaEIuPNnU/StIOlE-7VFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gjTuIOQiOWM/S220/PA101290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31764753.post-5702085388048774852</id><published>2009-07-09T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:46:37.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe bem ter-te por perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YZJQELql2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YZJQELql2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou com saudade de você&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo do meu cobertor&lt;br /&gt;De te arrancar 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