<?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-1396347687724588163</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:33:46.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*_JUH_*</title><subtitle type='html'>Ola pessoal!
Apresentovos o meu "Espacinho"... Ond irei desabafar... Contar novidades... Postar alguns interesses!
Entre outras coisas! Espero que gostem e que se divirtam... Na minha companhia!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-6286550482862897586</id><published>2009-12-04T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:25:19.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto falta de algo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta de ter algo a abraçar-me por entre o seu calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta do suspiro tenue que parece uma melodia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta do soluço que esboça um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta do mais incrível sentir: maternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Por vezes é intenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Outras é vago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Chega por vezes a ser ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Outras apenas incerto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sinto falta daquele aconchegador momento ao fim do dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Aquilo que ia em busca, e que alcançava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que me fazia ficar calma em instantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Como se nao se passa-se mais nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mas de repente tudo me fugiu sobre os pés!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Como se agora em vez de caminhar no chão ou nas nuvens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Navegava em mares um pouco sombrios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Que fizessem com que fosse traiçoeiro o caminho que tomo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Tenho saudades da luz guia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Tenho ciumes de algo invisível que a puxa para longe de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Tenho a noção que voltará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mas quando??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sobreviverei o tempo suficiente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Para que venha em busca de um perdão?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mas percorrerei muito tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Será suficiente a decisão que tomo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Eu amo essa luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sempre me foi presente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mas agora por instantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Parece que já não a conheço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;A saudade agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Preenche o vazio que me deixou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;A esperança de voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Aguardo simples palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Para que eu volte a ser quem era: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;A progenita feliz, alegre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Que sonha ao escrever simples textos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;E que navega com pura imaginação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Por entre livros imensos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Joana Silva =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-6286550482862897586?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6286550482862897586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=6286550482862897586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/6286550482862897586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/6286550482862897586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/12/sinto-falta-de-algo.html' title='Sinto falta de algo...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5348751799298083199</id><published>2009-11-10T16:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:38:36.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será Fado?</title><content type='html'>Alguns dizem que é arte,&lt;br /&gt;Outros dizem que é um modo,&lt;br /&gt;Outros ainda o negam,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns nem sabem o que é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meu ver, é precioso,&lt;br /&gt;A meu entender, é poderoso,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dizem que é inútil,&lt;br /&gt;Outros nada dizem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que transmite,&lt;br /&gt;A leveza em seu caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é fado ou não,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes trás a tristeza em seu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pequeno na infância,&lt;br /&gt;Na juventude já é algo maior,&lt;br /&gt;Na velhice é saber,&lt;br /&gt;Mas na vida nunca lhe morre a lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntares o que é,&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntares no que consiste,&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntares se o vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Direi: não hoje, não amanha... "Sempre"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana Silva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5348751799298083199?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5348751799298083199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5348751799298083199' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5348751799298083199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5348751799298083199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sera-fado.html' title='Será Fado?'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-8378082229813538784</id><published>2009-11-02T20:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:36:29.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mal nos conhecemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Inaugurámos a palavra «amigo». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» é um sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;De boca em boca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Um olhar bem limpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Uma casa, mesmo modesta, que se oferece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Um coração pronto a pulsar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Na nossa mão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» (recordam-se, vocês aí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Escrupulosos detritos?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» é o contrário de inimigo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» é o erro corrigido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Não o erro perseguido, explorado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;É a verdade partilhada, praticada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» é a solidão derrotada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» é uma grande tarefa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Um trabalho sem fim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Um espaço útil, um tempo fértil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;«Amigo» vai ser, é já uma grande festa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Alexandre O'Neill, in 'No Reino da Dinamarca' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;***POEMA DO AMIGO APRENDIZ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Quero ser o teu amigo. Nem demais e nem de menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Nem tão longe e nem tão perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Na medida mais precisa que eu puder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mas amar-te sem medida e ficar na tua vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Da maneira mais discreta que eu souber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sem tirar-te a liberdade, sem jamais te sufocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sem forçar tua vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sem falar, quando for hora de calar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;E sem calar, quando for hora de falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Nem ausente, nem presente por demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Simplesmente, calmamente, ser-te paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;É bonito ser amigo, mas confesso é tão difícil aprender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;E por isso eu te suplico paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Vou encher este teu rosto de lembranças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dá-me tempo, de acertar nossas distâncias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Para mim um amigo é aquele que está constantemente presente nos bons e maus momentos, é aquele que com apenas um olhar descobre o nosso estado de espírito, aquilo em que estamos a pensar ou com o que estamos importados. Amigo é aquele que nos dá um sorriso sem querer receber um sorriso de volta mas que não se importa de receber uma lágrima, amigo é aquele que nos oferece um ombro amigo onde possamos chorar indeterminadamente, é aquele que nos tenta fazer felizes com um simples gesto sem requerer nada em troca, é aquele que diz um grande disparate para nos fazer ficarmos menos tristes por pensarmos que somos uns imbecis de grande escala mostrando que ele ainda é mais. Amigo é aquele que num olhar sabemos o que queremos dizer quando alguém nos molesta, e ele toma a liberdade de falar por nós. Amigo é aquele que diz ser capaz de trocar algo em prole da nossa felicidade, amigo é aquele que leva uma bala por nós sem esperar que façamos o mesmo por ele, mas agradece ao receber um simples “obrigado”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Eu podia dizer que tenho muitos amigos, mas não seria menos verdade se disse-se que tenho “poucos bons amigos, de verdade!”, pois são mais aqueles que dizemos “amigos” sem os conhecermos do que aqueles que satisfazem todas as características de “um bom amigo”, pois esses contam-se apenas pelos dedos de uma mão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Eu tenho bons amigos, que estão sempre presentes no meu coração e no meu pensamento. A eles devo um “muito obrigada!”, por serem quem são, e por estarem presentes quando mais necessito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Muitos beijinhos para esses meu “AMIGOS &amp;amp; AMIGAS”!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-8378082229813538784?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8378082229813538784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=8378082229813538784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/8378082229813538784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/8378082229813538784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigo.html' title='Amigo...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-102118789513496090</id><published>2009-10-16T11:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:02:23.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>M@</title><content type='html'>Já foste para longe, mas para mim estarás sempre perto.&lt;br /&gt;Vou-te guardar no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Agora sabendo o que sentes, e que é um sentimento mutuo, é bem mais facil racional esta dor, embora ainda doa mais, por saber que podendo te abraçar e beijar não o posso devido a esta distância que nos separa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o quanto me és importante, e o quanto te quero!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso espero que lutemos os dois com um objectivo comun...&lt;br /&gt;Estar-mos juntos, e partilhar tudo, nos bons e maus momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-102118789513496090?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/102118789513496090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=102118789513496090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/102118789513496090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/102118789513496090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/10/m.html' title='M@'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5957758856558145205</id><published>2009-09-21T21:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:44:42.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que sinto... O que penso... Como estou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Existem momentos, em que somos postos de parte, outros apenas fazem com que sejamos insignificantes ou miseráveis...&lt;br /&gt;São esses momentos que nos magoam, e que fazem com que pareçamos despresíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Deitamos lágrimas em silencio, à procura de um escape, que não existe!&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos a nossa luta por uma felicidade ou senso plausível, mas obtemos apenas silêncios ou olhares que não nos valem de nada...&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisamos de algo que nos faça "emergir" e "renascer", não encontramos nada, apenas o nosso vazio!&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos a jorrar lágrimas, umas em vão, outras que nos fazem sentir um pouco melhores, mas embora tristes descontraímos um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Passado algum tempo deparamos com uma empatia, como se tivéssemos virado zombies, de cara baixa e com um triste olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Dizem-nos que estamos diferentes, não parecemos os mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;Porque pensam que como estamos sempre a rir está tudo bem, mas nós fingimos...&lt;br /&gt;E quando estamos tristes... ai sim reparam que algo está errado!&lt;br /&gt;Sem eles saberem ou entenderem já entramos numa "depressão" à muito tempo, mas dizem que não podemos ter uma coisa dessas porque somos muito jovens para a termos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que não entendem é que se calhar a razão pela qual estamos assim, tem muitas vezes haver com "gestos", "acções", "frases", entre tantas outras coisas que essas pessoas nos fazem, ou então apenas tem haver com as situações com que nos deparamos no dia-a-dia...&lt;br /&gt;Mas temos sempre que erguer a cabeça, começar um novo dia, fazer com que as pessoas que nos rodeiam estejam e se sintam bem, e quando não estão é nossa tarefa fazer com que estejam e se sintam bem...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se esqueçam: "como eles têm de fazer por nós, nós devemos fazer por eles!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço por eles, e eles fazem por mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Srflg0vPPrI/AAAAAAAAALU/8-yleuDmRJI/s1600-h/3TO6CAG7EMVSCAPWOK7UCAFAOW31CA2NCK27CA177611CACM3NKFCA9UB3BYCAOJ4T10CAGFVVL0CALAE4F1CACQ590BCAHA94T4CAWH14DJCAQGUGRSCA4YN9C0CAP8U173CANJJA5LCAM12OYN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384024231620066994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Srflg0vPPrI/AAAAAAAAALU/8-yleuDmRJI/s320/3TO6CAG7EMVSCAPWOK7UCAFAOW31CA2NCK27CA177611CACM3NKFCA9UB3BYCAOJ4T10CAGFVVL0CALAE4F1CACQ590BCAHA94T4CAWH14DJCAQGUGRSCA4YN9C0CAP8U173CANJJA5LCAM12OYN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1396347687724588163-5957758856558145205?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5957758856558145205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5957758856558145205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5957758856558145205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5957758856558145205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-sinto-o-que-penso-como-estou.html' title='O que sinto... O que penso... Como estou...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Srflg0vPPrI/AAAAAAAAALU/8-yleuDmRJI/s72-c/3TO6CAG7EMVSCAPWOK7UCAFAOW31CA2NCK27CA177611CACM3NKFCA9UB3BYCAOJ4T10CAGFVVL0CALAE4F1CACQ590BCAHA94T4CAWH14DJCAQGUGRSCA4YN9C0CAP8U173CANJJA5LCAM12OYN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-4913454472492602725</id><published>2009-09-11T20:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:01:20.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por ti.. Tu... Como um desenho...</title><content type='html'>Por ti, sonhei..&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, fui e vim..&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, cresi..&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, gritei..&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, escrevi..&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, me emocionei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, sinto algo: amizade, ternura, carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que em ti existe: tranquilidade, sinceridade, empolgação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olhar meigo, com ternura imensa, uma honestidade indescritivel, uma amizade intensa, a serenidade está sempre presente, o talento, esse, incrivelmente verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só te peço que me digas, o que em ti falta, e que a ti te escapa, e o porquê de me dizeres que não és perfeito, se esboças o perfeito, fazes-me admirar-te pelo retrato e tocas numa tela infinita?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois digo, que tu és um desenho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes ser abstrato: para te poder admirar sempre de uma nova forma...&lt;br /&gt;Podes ser realista: para poder vivenciar a luz e a cor do teu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Podes ser livre: para poder descrever qual o pensamento do momento...&lt;br /&gt;Ou até podes ser somente um desenho para eu te poder moldurar no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando uma obra de arte é perfeita ou importante não se pode nunca esconder, apenas coloca-la no melhor lugar, onde tenha os holofotes virados para ela, de modo a realçar o melhor que nela existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em ti, tudo é de realçar... Aos meus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;E és de moldurar para colocar no melhor local... O meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, Adoro-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Juh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-4913454472492602725?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4913454472492602725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=4913454472492602725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4913454472492602725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4913454472492602725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-ti-tu-como-um-desenho.html' title='Por ti.. Tu... Como um desenho...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7306700396242371344</id><published>2009-09-11T20:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:42:27.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem ti...</title><content type='html'>Sem ti por perto,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o vazio e um aperto...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto algo que nunca senti,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tudo o que ainda não vivi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentimentos indiscretos,&lt;br /&gt;Outros algo incertos,&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é só uma...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonei-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua personalidade,&lt;br /&gt;O teu modo,&lt;br /&gt;A tua posição perante tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Fez com me tenta-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já o sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo porque me esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos tive medos...&lt;br /&gt;Agora só o de te perder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço que não te vás,&lt;br /&gt;Peço para que fiques,&lt;br /&gt;Não mais longe do que estás,&lt;br /&gt;Mas presente como tens estado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by: Juh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7306700396242371344?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7306700396242371344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7306700396242371344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7306700396242371344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7306700396242371344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-ti.html' title='Sem ti...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5028514817833138654</id><published>2009-06-17T12:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:11:51.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno Poema; Sinfonia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A pequena sinfonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De breves palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É tudo o que mais me encanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agarrada a um pedaço de texto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escuto as palavras citadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixar-me levar em sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Percorro marés de frases,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E desaguo em pontuação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A rima amiga é esquecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E é tocada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como um amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas as letras entoadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Percorrem-me as veias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leva-me para longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para o mundo do sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero sonhar, citar, tocar e até amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas as sinfonias que escrevo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(By: Juh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5028514817833138654?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5028514817833138654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5028514817833138654' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5028514817833138654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5028514817833138654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/pequeno-poema-sinfonia.html' title='Pequeno Poema; Sinfonia!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5964813106112379859</id><published>2009-05-26T19:07:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:22:12.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é o DESEJO?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filosofia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em filosofia, o desejo é uma tensão em direcção a um fim considerado pela pessoa que deseja como uma fonte de satisfação. É uma &lt;em&gt;tendência&lt;/em&gt; algumas vezes consciente, outras vezes inconsciente ou até mesmo reprimida. Quando é uma tendência “&lt;em&gt;consciente&lt;/em&gt;”, o desejo é uma atitude mental que acompanha a representação do fim esperado: “&lt;em&gt;a acção&lt;/em&gt;”, que nada mais, nada menos, é o conteúdo mental relativo à mesma (&lt;em&gt;tendência&lt;/em&gt;). Enquanto elemento apetitivo, o desejo distingue-se da necessidade fisiológica ou psicológica que o acompanha por ser o elemento afectivo do respectivo estado fisiológico ou psicológico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tradicionalmente, o desejo pressupõe carência, indigência, ou seja, um ser que não fosse carente de nada não desejaria nada, seria um ser “&lt;em&gt;perfeito&lt;/em&gt;”, ou até mesmo um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;. Por isso Platão e os filósofos cristãos tomam desejo como uma característica de seres finitos e imperfeitos, não seja também o “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” um pequeno “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metafísica&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O desejo é um &lt;em&gt;tipo de sentimento&lt;/em&gt;. Isso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;significa&lt;/span&gt; que ele faz parte do sujeito, agente ou pessoa, sem fazer parte do mundo, a não ser na mediada em que a pessoa faz parte do mundo. O desejo é uma atitude mental do sujeito em relação ao mundo. É &lt;em&gt;subjectivo&lt;/em&gt;, não objectivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Epistemologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo é um &lt;em&gt;tipo de sentimento&lt;/em&gt;. Isso significa que temos acesso imediato e não inferencial ao mesmo. Ainda assim, estamos sujeitos ao auto-engano e outras falhas relacionadas ao auto-conhecimento na exteriorização dos nossos desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desejo como atitude mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em epistemologia, desejo é um tipo de &lt;em&gt;atitude mental&lt;/em&gt;. Os desejos podem ser atitudes mentais proposicionais ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acusativas&lt;/span&gt;, conforme o contexto. Quando se apresenta como atitude proposicional, trata-se de um desejo em que certo estado de coisas, este se dá em relação ao mundo. Quando se trata de uma atitude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acusativa&lt;/span&gt;, trata-se do desejo de certa coisa ou objecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejos de ordem superior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podem existir desejos de ordem superior, isto é, desejos em relação aos nossos desejos. Neste caso é um género de: “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sonhar com um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; Frankfurt explora os desejos de ordem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;superior&lt;/span&gt; na sua explicação de livre arbítrio. Ele dá exemplos de desejos de ordem superior como os seguintes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desejar x, e desejar desejar x. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desejar x, mas desejar desejar não-x. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desejar x, mas desejar não ter desejo em relação a x. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desejar x, e ser indiferente sobre desejar x (não ter desejo de segunda ordem). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ser indiferente sobre x, e desejar a indiferença sobre x (não ter desejo de primeira ordem). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ser indiferente sobre x, mas desejar desejar x (não ter desejo de primeira ordem). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ser indiferente sobre x, e ser indiferente sobre desejar x (não ter desejo nem de primeira nem de segunda ordem). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ética &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O desejo foi tema importante das configurações da ética como morais metafísicas, tais como as que encontramos no estoicismo e no epicurismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estoicismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os estóicos, a felicidade está não em desejar que ocorra o que queremos, mas, ao contrário, em desejar o acontecimento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Epicurismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os epicuristas, a felicidade e até mesmo a riqueza, está em desejar ou querer apenas quilo que já se tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Desejo” - Alguns Significados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Diferentemente da necessidade, que indica a privação de uma satisfação básica, o desejo é uma &lt;em&gt;atitude de&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;emoção moldada&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;cultural &lt;/em&gt;ou &lt;em&gt;por traço de personalidade&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;por estilo de vida&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estado mental&lt;/em&gt; em que um dado acontecimento, acção, objecto ou estado, é representado como atraente, agradável ou apetecível. Em filosofia da mente, atribui-se ao desejo (e à crença) um papel central na explicação da acção e do comportamento humano. Alguns filósofos, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hume&lt;/span&gt;, defendem que &lt;em&gt;o desejo é o "motor" da acção moral e que sem desejo esta não existiria&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Desejos - são &lt;em&gt;carências&lt;/em&gt; por satisfações específicas para atender as necessidades mais profundas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vontade&lt;/em&gt; de obter ou usufruir de algo. Quanto mais difícil de concretizar ou realizar mais forte esse desejo se torna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assunto interessante este, pois existem muitas formas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definir&lt;/span&gt; um "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em filosofia, na metafísica, na epistemologia (coisa que não sabia o que era...), no sentido de atitude mental, ou até mesmo de ordem superior, como a nível ético, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estóico&lt;/span&gt; ou ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Epicuro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apenas tirei uma conclusão geral de toda esta pesquisa: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«O desejo, em geral, tem haver com uma felicidade interior, que provém de um prazer, de um sentimento, de uma atitude ou acção, tendência, uma emoção ou ainda uma carência.»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas o que é certo é que o desejo é de facto um motor da acção moral e que sem desejo essa acção não existiria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso deseje, emocione-se e principalmente, deixe o seu motor agir naturalmente seguindo e concretizando o seu DESEJO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois: Quem "Deseja", só atende as suas necessidades mais profundas... E quem sabe, não acaba por realizar essa carência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(By: Juh_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5964813106112379859?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5964813106112379859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5964813106112379859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5964813106112379859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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presente,&lt;br /&gt;Sonha o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Para que a sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;Esteja sempre em seguro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não a critiques,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ilumina o seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não a magoes,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas mostra onde o procurar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa envolver-se,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa amadurecer.&lt;br /&gt;Para poder um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Vir a conhecer!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mistério do incerto,&lt;br /&gt;Não o vai encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas irá saber,&lt;br /&gt;Como se hade motivar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olhos bem abertos,&lt;br /&gt;E de coração erguido.&lt;br /&gt;Nada a faz tremer,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas cumprir o seu destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo da guarda,&lt;br /&gt;Protege esta ansiã.&lt;br /&gt;Salva as suas asas,&lt;br /&gt;E a sua mente sã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Juh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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é bastante real.&lt;br /&gt;agora, nao perdo-o, nem quero, apenas tenciono refugiarme junto ao lado de alguem querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esse esta sempre comigo, porque me faz rir, e sonhar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;o meu amigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7155804552745131622?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7155804552745131622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7155804552745131622' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7155804552745131622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7155804552745131622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-3479947985218615690</id><published>2009-02-19T14:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:32:37.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Batalha =)</title><content type='html'>Desde o momento,&lt;br /&gt;Desde o segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Em que cruzaste uma batalha&lt;br /&gt;Perante mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto algo indestrutível,&lt;br /&gt;Algo inconfundível,&lt;br /&gt;Que não pode ser revelado,&lt;br /&gt;Ao mais insignificante ser magico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É algo reconfortante,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que se torna inimaginável,&lt;br /&gt;Algo único e indescritivel...&lt;br /&gt;Que não será correspondido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como fadas e duendes,&lt;br /&gt;Tentam arrecadar e esconder&lt;br /&gt;O seu mais precioso tesouro...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento esconder o meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é bom ou mau...&lt;br /&gt;Sei apenas que não o quero estragar!&lt;br /&gt;É bom o sentido,&lt;br /&gt;É bom o seu todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não te irei dar a conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Nem nome, nem descrição,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas irei dar-te a conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Uma imensa confusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sentir, este tesouro,&lt;br /&gt;É algo que me deixa revirada,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me deixa pensativa,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me faz sentir bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto é algo que faz&lt;br /&gt;A minha boca ficar selada,&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração não bater&lt;br /&gt;Por mais nenhuma razão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que para mim o rio,&lt;br /&gt;Sejam as minhas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;E as estradas traçadas,&lt;br /&gt;Algo sem sentido ou direcção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que o céu para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Seja algo por onde eu escape...&lt;br /&gt;E que a noite estrelada,&lt;br /&gt;Seja o meu esconderijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que os pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;Sejam meus confidentes,&lt;br /&gt;E que os fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;Sejam apenas espectadores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que me sinta,&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo me perca,&lt;br /&gt;Por não me encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Por não atingir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Percorro que caminho?&lt;br /&gt;A batalha acabou,&lt;br /&gt;E eu, estou aqui sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batalha comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me a encontrar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me onde procurar,&lt;br /&gt;Para te poder abraçar novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Juh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-3479947985218615690?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3479947985218615690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=3479947985218615690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3479947985218615690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3479947985218615690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/batalha.html' title='Batalha =)'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7610778708682994821</id><published>2008-09-15T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:44:44.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor...</title><content type='html'>É leve como um espirito...&lt;br /&gt;Bonita por um só...&lt;br /&gt;Feminina até morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora chora, ora sorri...&lt;br /&gt;Tem cores como arco-íris...&lt;br /&gt;E olhar de ser imenso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz dislumbrar,&lt;br /&gt;Vibrar e acariciar...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada teme,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo enfrenta!&lt;br /&gt;É poderosa e pretendida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ser, é fascinante...&lt;br /&gt;Até faz lembrar a magia...&lt;br /&gt;No ínicio poderosa, no fim só se relembra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É encantadora por inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;O seu odor é carismático!&lt;br /&gt;Atenciosa e gentil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É imersa por natureza,&lt;br /&gt;É encontrada por um ser...&lt;br /&gt;E é a musa da alegria de tantos outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz permanecer lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Despertar os mais infemes desatentos corações!&lt;br /&gt;E dar um sorriso a quem só a face absorve tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É unica...&lt;br /&gt;É espantosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É viva,&lt;br /&gt;E atenciosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É "esperança" de raiz,&lt;br /&gt;E "alegre" no seu topo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor alegre,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto trás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor...&lt;br /&gt;Vinda de pura terra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7610778708682994821?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7610778708682994821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7610778708682994821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7610778708682994821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7610778708682994821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/09/flor.html' title='Flor...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-9161130592375036963</id><published>2008-08-18T23:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:30:06.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há mulher que tanto AMO e ADMIRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há mulher por mim mais amada...&lt;br /&gt;Dedico este verso...&lt;br /&gt;Dedico ainda o poema...&lt;br /&gt;Que no fim me prendo e lho dedico...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de alma carente e afurtunada...&lt;br /&gt;Diz ela que a sua maior herança é poder ter seus descendentes...&lt;br /&gt;E é ainda correspondida de forma igual...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Faz ilucidar tais mentes de pequenos frutos...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada, sabe dizer num único olhar o que diria em poucas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Amante da escrita, controversa em silêncio no seu mundo de fântasia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu reino é abastado e replecto de magia...&lt;br /&gt;Faz dela o seu porte de fada, o seu toque e encanto...&lt;br /&gt;É beleza pura, não só por dentro como por fora...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei tanto como sua consciência, a sua lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei o motivo de sentir por ela este sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;É a minha mãe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha MUSA!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dela que vem a minha magia, o meu dom...&lt;br /&gt;Diz ela que se deixa emocionar, por tais palavras que a cativam...&lt;br /&gt;Que são por mim escritas e citadas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas esquece-se ela de que é a mestra e a profeta de tais encantos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que se esconde atrás das letras!&lt;br /&gt;O seu refúgio...&lt;br /&gt;Mas como uma borboleta terá que voar depois da liberdade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua maior liberdade é poder dar asas á sua imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;E com ela, flutuar em tais encantos...&lt;br /&gt;Como uma música poder ser tocada por mil timbres...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há minha mãe lhe dedico...&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor e a minha paixão...&lt;br /&gt;E o que mais lhe cativa... A poesia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um beijo muito grande para uma mulher de maior grandeza!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;AMO-TE MUITO MÃE...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(By: Juh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236204833443710242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SKq8jayYhSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ONwt4puEgnI/s320/anjo24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-9161130592375036963?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/9161130592375036963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=9161130592375036963' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/9161130592375036963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/9161130592375036963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-mulher-que-tanto-amo-e-admiro.html' title='Há mulher que tanto AMO e ADMIRO!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SKq8jayYhSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ONwt4puEgnI/s72-c/anjo24.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-2101882258976009017</id><published>2008-06-03T14:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:06:03.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se não te encontro... Não me acham...</title><content type='html'>Filamentos de vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Segundos restaurados,&lt;br /&gt;Vidas passadas,&lt;br /&gt;E pesadelos activos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O balanço,&lt;br /&gt;O escuro,&lt;br /&gt;O inoportuno,&lt;br /&gt;E o intacto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;O meio,&lt;br /&gt;O sarcasmo,&lt;br /&gt;E o fechado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo meu,&lt;br /&gt;Fecho-me lá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuram-me mas sem saída,&lt;br /&gt;Não me acham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentam-me puxar para a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas em vão, escorrego-lhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;Só desgosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho pressa,&lt;br /&gt;Só necessidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho raiva,&lt;br /&gt;Só pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Só amargura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me há deriva,&lt;br /&gt;Como um astronauta sem universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tão grande o universo ser,&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro uma saída, um rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Que me leve a terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um rumo...&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça viver,&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste sim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é ainda mais triste não poder ouvir "Estou aqui"!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha busca foi em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Não te encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Só me perco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ajudas,&lt;br /&gt;Não me procuras,&lt;br /&gt;Não me chamas para me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter voz,&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter visão,&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter coração,&lt;br /&gt;Se não se pode ter vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim tu és tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não te encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By:Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-2101882258976009017?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2101882258976009017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=2101882258976009017' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/2101882258976009017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/2101882258976009017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/se-no-te-encontro-no-me-acham.html' title='Se não te encontro... Não me acham...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-3590718427069029547</id><published>2008-06-02T15:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:51:21.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será este o teu retrato?!... Ou pura imaginação?!...</title><content type='html'>Quanto mais sintonizamos com o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Com a alma gémea,&lt;br /&gt;Mais difícil se torna a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No nível da personalidade,&lt;br /&gt;Tendemos a fingir "simplificar",&lt;br /&gt;Demasiadas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos tornamos "imaginários",&lt;br /&gt;À nossa alma gémea,&lt;br /&gt;A vida torna-se complicada,&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes esta, fica sem saída...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse-mos verdadeiros,&lt;br /&gt;Únicos até...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo a não tender para contos de fadas,&lt;br /&gt;E humanos inexistentes, em que nos tornamos...&lt;br /&gt;E a isso chamo de seres "imaginários"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By:Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-3590718427069029547?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3590718427069029547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=3590718427069029547' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3590718427069029547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3590718427069029547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ser-este-o-teu-retrato-ou-pura-imaginao.html' title='Será este o teu retrato?!... Ou pura imaginação?!...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1221078839532878091</id><published>2008-06-02T15:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:37:54.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilibrio...</title><content type='html'>O equilibrio constante,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que se constroe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ate mesmo aquele que se alcança!&lt;br /&gt;É um fruto de paciência e permanencia na tentativa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada ocorre em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo com o seu balanço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso tempo e a contante,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz o universo ser estavel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ordem para o sucesso,&lt;br /&gt;E de certo ponto o descernimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Em que ambos estamos a percorrer o meio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso tudo desse pequeno descernimento ,&lt;br /&gt;E dessa grande constante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O equilibrio só se atinge,&lt;br /&gt;Quando os dois lados,&lt;br /&gt;Da balança,&lt;br /&gt;Do ser,&lt;br /&gt;Dos pratos,&lt;br /&gt;Da alma,&lt;br /&gt;Estiver em sincronia,&lt;br /&gt;E em estabilidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter consciência,&lt;br /&gt;Dos feitos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos actos,&lt;br /&gt;Das medidas,&lt;br /&gt;E também dos meios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso o equilibrio e a estabilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo se alcançar com a devida serenidade e liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso peço...&lt;br /&gt;Equilibra,&lt;br /&gt;Pondera,&lt;br /&gt;Atinge,&lt;br /&gt;Espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcança,&lt;br /&gt;Acorda,&lt;br /&gt;Pede,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca "sensures"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By:Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1221078839532878091?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1221078839532878091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1221078839532878091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1221078839532878091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1221078839532878091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/equilibrio.html' title='Equilibrio...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7900297725590141075</id><published>2008-06-02T15:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:56:23.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brinquedos... Palavras...</title><content type='html'>Para as crianças,&lt;br /&gt;O melhor que podem ter é um brinquedo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para mim o melhor brinquedo que poderei ter,&lt;br /&gt;É uma simples palavra com que possa jogar outras mil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É simples o meu pedido,&lt;br /&gt;Peço para me darem palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra para exprimir!&lt;br /&gt;Outra para admirar!&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra para dizer o que irá acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;Outra para vos dizer tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra que me consiga definir!&lt;br /&gt;Outra para vos dar a conhecer o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra para criticar!&lt;br /&gt;Outra para ponderar!&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra para motivar!&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra para acariciar!&lt;br /&gt;E outra para simplesmente "Falar"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer e falar...&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que penso,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer e falar...&lt;br /&gt;O que precisam de ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Para aprender e perceber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simples coisas da vida são expressas por palavras,&lt;br /&gt;E sao conduzidas por falas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero exprimir,&lt;br /&gt;Quero conduzir a mente dos outros através da minha,&lt;br /&gt;Substituindo o pensamento por dizeres,&lt;br /&gt;Por "palavras"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixem-me dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero poder falar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escutam o silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;Estutem esta alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ignorem...&lt;br /&gt;Apreciem a minha fala,&lt;br /&gt;A minha escrita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que vejam,&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma, o que penso...&lt;br /&gt;O meu jogo de palavras,&lt;br /&gt;O meu brinquedo!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas palavras que jogam com outras mil!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam...&lt;br /&gt;Critiquem..&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca finjam, que o meu brinquedo, o meu jogo...&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a vossa atenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7900297725590141075?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7900297725590141075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7900297725590141075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7900297725590141075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7900297725590141075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/brinquedos-palavras_584.html' title='Brinquedos... Palavras...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1283467494668976557</id><published>2008-05-21T12:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:42:41.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... Uma... Para... ...</title><content type='html'>Uma palavra para exprimir...&lt;br /&gt;Um verbo para cantar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma letra para escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase para falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma íris para ver...&lt;br /&gt;Um olho para olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar para apreciar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima para aparar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um toque para sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão para tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto para conseguir...&lt;br /&gt;Um palpar para imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho para alcançar...&lt;br /&gt;Um motivo para chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma realidade para motivar...&lt;br /&gt;Um realizar para agarrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Olá para cumprimentar...&lt;br /&gt;Um Bom Dia para saudar...&lt;br /&gt;Um Até Já para breve...&lt;br /&gt;Um Amo-te para sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1283467494668976557?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1283467494668976557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1283467494668976557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1283467494668976557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1283467494668976557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-uma.html' title='Um... Uma... Para... ...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-3368197771283303722</id><published>2008-05-21T12:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:28:15.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil e um motivos para eu te amar!</title><content type='html'>A melodia, o segredo...&lt;br /&gt;Que pairam no ar...&lt;br /&gt;São mil e um motivos, para eu te amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És triste,&lt;br /&gt;Ora enfadonho...&lt;br /&gt;Amoroso e até brilhante!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És o meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;A minha paixão alucinante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo para o alto mar...&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo para eu voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solta as tuas asas...&lt;br /&gt;E levanta-me do chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve a minha voz...&lt;br /&gt;E o bater do coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei o teu nome...&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço a tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o teu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o teu beijar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levas-me até às nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Prometes-me mundos e oceanos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luar e o sol opostos...&lt;br /&gt;A nossa maneira de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriu a um carinho...&lt;br /&gt;Choro pela distancia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amote loucamente!&lt;br /&gt;Odei-o a tua ausência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um verbo...&lt;br /&gt;Sei de um pequeno gesto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede-me m segredo...&lt;br /&gt;E eu dou-te um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade alcançada...&lt;br /&gt;A esperança motivada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamo-nos desde então...&lt;br /&gt;E para toda a eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será uma paixão!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-3368197771283303722?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3368197771283303722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=3368197771283303722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3368197771283303722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3368197771283303722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/mil-e-um-motivos-para-eu-te-amar.html' title='Mil e um motivos para eu te amar!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7255331552152270619</id><published>2008-05-21T12:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:21:29.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O nome do homem que amo!...</title><content type='html'>O nome de quem retrato,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim tem o nome de um anjo!&lt;br /&gt;É bonito por fora e por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;É o nome do homem que Amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo-o para todo o lado,&lt;br /&gt;No coração e na lembrança do momento!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto esse Anjo voar a toda a hora!&lt;br /&gt;Não no céu mas no meu pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço esse anjo ser deslumbrado,&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente por a minha alma!&lt;br /&gt;É meu amigo e meu amante!&lt;br /&gt;É a minha luz brilhante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome do meu anjo da guarda,&lt;br /&gt;Não é dificil citá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tal como o meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro deixá-lo em mistério constante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O significado do seu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não o sei!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o significado do seu porte na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;É o motivo de estar viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é perfeito e está longe de o ser!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a meu ver!&lt;br /&gt;É perfeito e único!&lt;br /&gt;É o ser que Amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de sangue real,&lt;br /&gt;Diz a história!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim é um principe,&lt;br /&gt;E dentro em pouco será rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por eke que zelo a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha vida ser longa!&lt;br /&gt;Pois uma eternidade com ele é um segundo!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso quero viver para toda a eternidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar a vida ao lado desse ser maravilhoso,&lt;br /&gt;É o meu maior desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Quero tê-lo e possui-lo!&lt;br /&gt;Beija-lo e chamar o seu nome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MEU ANJO"!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7255331552152270619?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7255331552152270619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7255331552152270619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7255331552152270619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7255331552152270619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-nome-do-homem-que-amo.html' title='O nome do homem que amo!...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1333767528096866469</id><published>2008-04-11T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:07:28.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho, um anjo!...</title><content type='html'>Quando um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Toma a imagem,&lt;br /&gt;E o sol&lt;br /&gt;Toma o escuro,&lt;br /&gt;O motivo de amar,&lt;br /&gt;Toma o sonho e é real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei um motivo de querer,&lt;br /&gt;Sei aquilo que quero ter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso luto e espero,&lt;br /&gt;Para que a felicidade me bata à porta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar longe,&lt;br /&gt;Até ausente,&lt;br /&gt;Fugitiva e&lt;br /&gt;Até distânte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a razão,&lt;br /&gt;Pela qual&lt;br /&gt;Me prende aqui,&lt;br /&gt;É um único ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ser que tem um nome,&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo da guarda,&lt;br /&gt;Por ele movo mundos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois ele protege e eu defendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso até não saber dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Saber exprimir,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho admiração&lt;br /&gt;Por esse ser maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ele que me acalma,&lt;br /&gt;Que me ilumina,&lt;br /&gt;Que me protege,&lt;br /&gt;Que me guia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é a ele que devo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que tenho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fico feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter assim um ser&lt;br /&gt;A meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Com quem posso contar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o verdadeiro nome dele,&lt;br /&gt;É segredo...&lt;br /&gt;Pois o nome de um anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Como este, nunca deve ser revelado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1333767528096866469?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1333767528096866469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1333767528096866469' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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chama...&lt;br /&gt;O vento que se escuta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio,&lt;br /&gt;A guerra,&lt;br /&gt;O deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tão pouco ou nada...&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E põe-te à prova!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo!&lt;br /&gt;Luta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; por aquilo que queres...&lt;br /&gt;Não por aquilo que julgas!&lt;br /&gt;Escuta a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;voz&lt;/span&gt; do silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;Ela te guiará!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens de sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Não dês a volta!&lt;br /&gt;Vai em frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puxa pela memória,&lt;br /&gt;Puxa pelo olhar!&lt;br /&gt;Não catives a chama,&lt;br /&gt;Grita e volta a gritar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuta o teu redor!&lt;br /&gt;Aprecia a explicação!&lt;br /&gt;Não te iludas pela imaginação!...&lt;br /&gt;A resposta está em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a gritar!&lt;br /&gt;E silencia a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;voz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Olha de olhos fechados,&lt;br /&gt;E lembra-te da imagem!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, pondera!&lt;br /&gt;Corre até ao limite!&lt;br /&gt;Acha a razão!&lt;br /&gt;E age perante um fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda,&lt;br /&gt;E escuta o vento!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo,&lt;br /&gt;Que tens em ti!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BY: Juh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-6496678826835303960?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6496678826835303960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-6100074664029962994</id><published>2008-03-12T21:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:44:27.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade &amp; love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perguntei a um sábio ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a diferença que havia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre amor e amizade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele me disse essa verdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Amor nos dá asas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Amor é plantado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torna-se uma grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e querida companheira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando se tem um amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou uma grande paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dentro do seu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176958370810993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7928406524790177509</id><published>2008-03-07T12:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:51:29.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exprime-te!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje estou num daqueles dias, em que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensamos: "E se o mundo acaba-se hoje?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que muitos não pensam nisso com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medo da resposta que iriam obter...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se pensarmos bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perderíamos tudo aquilo que é maravilhoso para nós!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podemos fazer tantas coisas únicas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podemos tirar partido de outras tantas para estar com quem amamos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um segundo pode ser fatal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas um momento de realidade, um pequeno toque ou um beijo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser a coisa mais preciosa nesse segundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso acho que devíamos ser frontais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contar os nossos medos, as nossas dúvidas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo aquilo que ainda está por dizer, e explicar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque qual pode ser a pior reacção?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhuma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A não ser desaparecer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se tudo fosse tão simples...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos diziam sem receio aquilo que lhe vai na alma!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magoar faz parte da vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E viver a vida de forma frontal, sem olhar a medos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também faz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não percas mais segundos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não exites em contar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em desabafar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tens nada a perder!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só a ganhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um momento de explosão é melhor quando é de palavras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é melhor seguir com uma alma tranquila...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aliviada de saber as reacções... Os motivos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenhas medo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usa a voz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exprime-te!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7928406524790177509?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7928406524790177509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7928406524790177509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7928406524790177509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7928406524790177509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2008/03/exprime-te.html' title='Exprime-te!!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1245000382012154291</id><published>2008-02-28T14:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:02:20.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas frases famosas!...</title><content type='html'>«A sua visão só se torárá clara quando você olhar no seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Quem olha fora dele, sonha.&lt;br /&gt;Quem olha no seu interior, desperta.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Um campeão tem medo de perder - todos os outros têm medo de vencer»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billie Jean King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Nós perguntamos a nós próprios:&lt;br /&gt; "Quem sou eu para ser brilhante, admirável, talentoso e fabuloso?"&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, quem é você para não o ser?&lt;br /&gt;Você é filho de deus.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/strong&gt;, segundo&lt;strong&gt; Marianne Williamson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«As grandes almas possuem vontade, as fracas apenas têm desejos.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provérbio Chinês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Acima de tudo, isto: sê verdadeiro em relação ao teu próprio eu.&lt;br /&gt;E, tão certo como a noite seguir o dia, nunca poderás ser falso com nimguém.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Aquele que afirma que a coisa não pode ser feita&lt;br /&gt;nunca deveria interromper aquele que a está a fazer.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A regra Romana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Você não poderá ter um amanhã melhor se&lt;br /&gt;passar o tempo todo a pensar no dia e ontem.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles F. Kettering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Um pessimista vê a dificuldade em cada oportunidade;&lt;br /&gt;um optimista vê uma oportunidade em cada dificuldade.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Não há nada que seja bom ou mau, é o pensamento que o cria.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«A viagem de mil milhas tem de começar por um primeiro passo.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lao-Tseu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«O futuro pertence àqueles que acreditam na beleza dos seus sonhos.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Os erros constituem factos da vida. O que lhe conta é a resposta que se lhes dá.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki Giovanni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Se você quizer fazer desaparecer uma sombra, tem de a iluminar.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shakti Gawain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« A coisa mais bonita que podemos exprimentar é o mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é a fonte de toda a verdadeira arte e de toda a verdadira ciência.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«A mente, tal como o universo, está em constante expansão.&lt;br /&gt;E a mente, tal como o universo, não tem limites.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byron Janis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Transforme-se em luz.&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapasse a consciência do seu próprio&lt;br /&gt;corpo físico e permanecerá saudável, rico e feliz para sempre.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dadi Janki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1245000382012154291?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1245000382012154291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1245000382012154291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1245000382012154291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1245000382012154291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que só nos lembramos das coisas más...&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que nos deixam em baixo...&lt;br /&gt;Nas opções que tomámos em tempos, que não foram as melhores?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta resiste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORQUÊ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém entende...&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo quem comete tais escolhas e tais opções...&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo as atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a RESPOSTA?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta está mesmo dentre de nós...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não queremos acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, temos medo de enfrentar o verídico...&lt;br /&gt;A tal forte razão que fez com  que agi-se-mos de tal forma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas temos que seguir em frente tentar agir da forma mais correcta!&lt;br /&gt;E ver que de facto nada está perdido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta querer e acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;E ai conseguimos dar a volta por cima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse momento...&lt;br /&gt;Já não recordamos as coisas piores...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim...&lt;br /&gt;As melhores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BY: Juh_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-3220149970488053685?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3220149970488053685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=3220149970488053685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3220149970488053685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3220149970488053685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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O meu maior Tesouro!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pretender amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O querer estar contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O desejar ter-te, quando é impossivel!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pequeno sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O grande olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo num único motivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O sentimento grandiozo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O instante inesquecivel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O momento de felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantas coisas juntas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foram o mais indespensável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquilo que sinto por ti!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pode parecer um nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas para mim é um tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pode não transparecer a todos os segundos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas é a maior verdade que eu porto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que sentir o que sinto por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É fácil pois és único, maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas difícil é exprimi-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Da maneira mais estrondosamente, clara e maravilhosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um simples, Amo-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um simples, Quero-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;São insuficientes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para tudo o que sinto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;És mais que o imaginável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez mais do que o inantigínvel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas por amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo é possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te My Fallen Angel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-3866434249266221408?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3866434249266221408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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O meu maior Tesouro!...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-4597875327633739879</id><published>2007-12-30T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:24:48.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo num só!</title><content type='html'>O sorriso que me prende,&lt;br /&gt;O olhar que me puxa,&lt;br /&gt;O ser que me fascina,&lt;br /&gt;A loucura que perdura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tom da pele,&lt;br /&gt;O doce dos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;A tua beldade,&lt;br /&gt;A tua simplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, num só!&lt;br /&gt;Um só,&lt;br /&gt;Que se transforma em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Para mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-4597875327633739879?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4597875327633739879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=4597875327633739879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4597875327633739879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4597875327633739879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/12/tudo-num-s.html' title='Tudo num só!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5220961251466845796</id><published>2007-11-20T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:56:48.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...| Inspiraçao desmotivada |...</title><content type='html'>Um triste olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Um silencioso tocar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lembrança esquecida...&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho vagueado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um caminho sem saida...&lt;br /&gt;Um instante perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um medo sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Um carinho imenso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria imensa...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorrido carinhoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento solitário...&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade enorme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir&lt;br /&gt;Acariciar&lt;br /&gt;Tocar&lt;br /&gt;Cheirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Escutar&lt;br /&gt;Seguir&lt;br /&gt;Esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Atingir&lt;br /&gt;Chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insentivar&lt;br /&gt;Motivar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar&lt;br /&gt;Alterar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalizar&lt;br /&gt;Beijar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto&lt;br /&gt;Mais aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Menos o não&lt;br /&gt;Mais o sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Pondo felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Alterendo a magia&lt;br /&gt;Aumentando a cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tudo&lt;br /&gt;O nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto&lt;br /&gt;Tao pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Raramente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras&lt;br /&gt;Brancas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letras&lt;br /&gt;Reticencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frases&lt;br /&gt;Olhares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicatórias&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê o pedir mais...&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo aqui se encontra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê se esquivar...&lt;br /&gt;Se não tem saída...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê o tentar mudar...&lt;br /&gt;Se é inalteravel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto e tantos motivos...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas e muitas opiniões....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê continuar...&lt;br /&gt;Se o fim já chegou?!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5220961251466845796?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-311902161959150487</id><published>2007-11-02T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:28:13.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu anjinho da guarda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Meu anjo da Guarda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu guardião&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que guardas o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E proteges a minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu anjinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amiguinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me acompanhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas horas de muito carinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E naquelas de grandes tristezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tás comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desde que vim ao mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nunca me abandonaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre me ouviste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem te conhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já gosto imenso de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo um dia poder te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para te agradecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E amigos sempre seremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes tudo sobre mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo o que eu sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo aquilo que penso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo o que passa pelo meu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo o que eu mais desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu entras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Através deles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu comunicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só desejo os poder percebe-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num momento de muita confusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Através do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu me aconselhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu me ajudas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedico-te a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E só a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este poema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu anjinho da guarda....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-8520664509701647627</id><published>2007-11-01T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:32:49.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momento... Uma eternidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Um momento afastado...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento dificil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento apaixonado...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento único...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento inesquécivel...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento esperado...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento magnifico...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento ao luar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento inesquecível...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento sedutor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento infinito...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento doce...&lt;br /&gt;Um momento picante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos momentos....&lt;br /&gt;E tao pouco tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras, adjectivações...&lt;br /&gt;Tantos olhares, tantas prespectivas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a forma de ver a vida e tão diferente, para cada pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que um momento para alguém é uma vida para outrem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei... Que contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos passam depressa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não os queira deixar fugir...&lt;br /&gt;Eles escapam-me com a velocidade de um tocar, de um olhar, de um sussurrar...&lt;br /&gt;Até de um simples beijar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu sabes melhor que nimguém...&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo é o nosso amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai e vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é ele que nos proprociona as melhores lembranças que temos um do outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sente os segundos...&lt;br /&gt;Olha em teu redor...&lt;br /&gt;Vive cada momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o último...&lt;br /&gt;O único..&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que um dia recordarás quando a tua vida acabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca te esqueças...&lt;br /&gt;Cada instante contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um tesouro imenso...&lt;br /&gt;Um segredo para partilhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho Gande...&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RyoNjU2oB6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCVufrlvNvE/s1600-h/juh_mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127926026259138466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RyoNjU2oB6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCVufrlvNvE/s320/juh_mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1396347687724588163-8520664509701647627?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8520664509701647627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=8520664509701647627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/8520664509701647627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/8520664509701647627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-momento-uma-eternidade.html' title='Um momento... Uma eternidade...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RyoNjU2oB6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCVufrlvNvE/s72-c/juh_mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-9195284615097113996</id><published>2007-10-28T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T10:56:36.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicatória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma dedicatória é um texto escrito para representar os sentimentos que sentimos por alguém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um pedaço do nosso orgulho representado em papel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um texto, que lido por várias pessoas, tem significados diferentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um parecer muito digno de uma boa amizade, um longo conhecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É bom expressar os sentimentos por vários tipos e formas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu gosto de o representar com poemas e dedicatórias... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A quem merece ter o meu carinho e orgulho... Escrevo com dedicação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A quem não o merece.. Nem vale a pena dizer o: "E porque não?..."!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquele sentido frásico, que em poucas palavras expressamos montanhas de sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É com elas que conseguimos chegar bem lá no fundo do coração de uma pessoa!... Um amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São essas frases que valem por mil actos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um olhar também o pode conseguir fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas para o entender... É preciso muita pericia... Um longo saber...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uma dedicatória é um texto único...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Que é capaz de nos fazer derramar lágrimas sentidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não peço... a que cada dedicatória que faça... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa pessoa derrame um única lágrima, se não fôr sentida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois prefiro um "Obrigado", a uma ironia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A todos aqueles que costumo dizer Adoro-Te...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não estranhem se não vos dedicar algo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pois a melhor dedicação...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pode ser aquela que é oculta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquela que não se vê mas que está sempre lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o lugar que ocupam no meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui está a minha dedicação a todos os meus verdadeiros amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um muito Obrigado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E este sim... Mesmo muito sentido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adoro-vos! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-9195284615097113996?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/9195284615097113996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=9195284615097113996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/9195284615097113996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/9195284615097113996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/10/dedicatria.html' title='Dedicatória...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1388978823367926541</id><published>2007-08-04T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:30:52.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;___*_*_*_*_______*_*_*_* Os Ventos que às vezes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_*_________*___*_________* Tiram-nos algo que amamos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*____________*____________* São os mesmos que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*____________*____________ * Nos trazem algo que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*__________ Beijos __________* Aprendemos a amar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_*__ Beijos ________ Beijos ___* Por isso não devemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;__*________ Beijos ________* Chorar pelo que nos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;____* _________________* Foi tirado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;______*_____ Beijos ____* E sim aprender amar o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________*__________* Que nos foi dado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;__________*______* Pois tudo aquilo que é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;____________*__* Realmente nosso, nunca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________ * Se vai embora para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RrTS5OdKZyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2yXOsxALqVk/s1600-h/45.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094928959037663010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RrTS5OdKZyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2yXOsxALqVk/s320/45.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1388978823367926541?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1388978823367926541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1388978823367926541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1388978823367926541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1388978823367926541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-vento.html' title='O vento...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RrTS5OdKZyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2yXOsxALqVk/s72-c/45.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1759332297990089448</id><published>2007-08-02T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:20:42.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei e tu sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sei e tu sabes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso dizer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem esconder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que vai por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sei e tu sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E mesmo que se acabe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi bom este momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não estava nos nossos planos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cometer-mos um engano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E é esse o nosso preço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentir no gosto da paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A nossa triste condição,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ter que renunciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é preciso dizer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O quanto isso vai doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sei e tu sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esquecidas as esperanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viveremos das lembranças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De tão lindos sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choraremos com razão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por deixar o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se envolver dessa maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sei e tu sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o nosso amor só cabe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na nossa imaginação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094045561574287106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RrGvcudKZwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/x9Pe6MXl5uI/s320/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1759332297990089448?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1759332297990089448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1759332297990089448' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1759332297990089448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1759332297990089448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-sei-e-tu-sabes.html' title='Eu sei e tu sabes...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RrGvcudKZwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/x9Pe6MXl5uI/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-165599901143186223</id><published>2007-07-31T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:18:03.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que preciso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com os teus lábios a minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas mãos a minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu ser o meu querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rouba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da minha boca beijos quentes,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha pele o desejo ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu querer o entregar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cobre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha boca de delícias,&lt;br /&gt;Aminha pele de malícias,&lt;br /&gt;O meu querer só de pecados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tráz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos teus lábios o veneno,&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas mãos o obsceno,&lt;br /&gt;No teu ser o meu prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do meu coração acelerado,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu corpo embriagado,&lt;br /&gt;Da "tua" presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093318372071466738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rq8aEudKZvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hnxIXtcYqAo/s320/sozinha01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-165599901143186223?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/165599901143186223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=165599901143186223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/165599901143186223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/165599901143186223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-que-preciso.html' title='O que preciso...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rq8aEudKZvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hnxIXtcYqAo/s72-c/sozinha01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5002264823129140240</id><published>2007-07-26T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:26:40.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto falta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto falta desses seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;que desnudam meu corpo, sem tocar,&lt;br /&gt;e que não escondem o brilho&lt;br /&gt;do desejo ao me olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta dessa sua boca&lt;br /&gt;que sabe se insinuar com malícia,&lt;br /&gt;e despertar na minha todas primícias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta dessas suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;que sabem como percorrer minha pele&lt;br /&gt;e tocando esconderijos,&lt;br /&gt;desvendam tudo aquilo que me impele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta dos seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;que sabem me envolver e me puxar&lt;br /&gt;pra bem junto de você&lt;br /&gt;e me fazer, como louca, desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;que sabe despertar um sexto sentido,&lt;br /&gt;neste meu corpo de fêmea,&lt;br /&gt;que era, antes, adormecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do seu suor&lt;br /&gt;em minha pele, exalando o odor&lt;br /&gt;do seu ímpeto&lt;br /&gt;pela consumação do nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do seu sexo&lt;br /&gt;que, maravilhosamente,&lt;br /&gt;no meu se completa,&lt;br /&gt;revelando ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;minhas fantasias mais secretas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do jeito que me seduz,&lt;br /&gt;do modo como sabe dizer que me quer&lt;br /&gt;porque é você e só você&lt;br /&gt;quem me faz sentir...mulher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091836397900949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqnWOedKZtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zmMGzQHuFUE/s320/o%2520beijo!!!.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5002264823129140240?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5002264823129140240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5002264823129140240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5002264823129140240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5002264823129140240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/sinto-falta.html' title='Sinto falta...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqnWOedKZtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zmMGzQHuFUE/s72-c/o%2520beijo!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5738653726713386353</id><published>2007-07-26T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:46:39.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pena... que para se saber&lt;br /&gt;o valor de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;seja preciso que ele deixe&lt;br /&gt;de, assim, nos observar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena... que para se saber&lt;br /&gt;o valor de um carinho&lt;br /&gt;seja preciso que tenhamos&lt;br /&gt;ficado sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena... que para se saber&lt;br /&gt;o valor de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;seja preciso que não tenhamos&lt;br /&gt;mais com quem dividir o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena... que para se saber&lt;br /&gt;o valor de um abraço&lt;br /&gt;seja preciso que deixemos&lt;br /&gt;de ser donos desse espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena... que para se saber&lt;br /&gt;o valor de uma pele quente&lt;br /&gt;seja preciso que fiquemos&lt;br /&gt;sem esse alguém de repente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena... que pra se saber&lt;br /&gt;o valor de uma grande paixão&lt;br /&gt;seja preciso que a percamos&lt;br /&gt;...por conta da razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091455047754737314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rqh7Y-dKZqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H89LnOurQ-s/s320/saudadi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5738653726713386353?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5738653726713386353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5738653726713386353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5738653726713386353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5738653726713386353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/pena.html' title='Pena...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rqh7Y-dKZqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/H89LnOurQ-s/s72-c/saudadi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-4986972143982200206</id><published>2007-07-24T13:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:41:58.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqXyludKZoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PpRE143rM5I/s1600-h/OLHAR.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090741683751642754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqXyludKZoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PpRE143rM5I/s320/OLHAR.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho de ti&lt;br /&gt;pode parecer um nada,&lt;br /&gt;mas que ao mesmo tempo é o meu tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o teu corpo físico,&lt;br /&gt;mas a tua imagem não sai da minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho sequer o teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho-o tocado, carinhosamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto os teus olhos sempre a me fintarem.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto os teus lábios sempre a beijarem-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ouço a tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;mas escuto as tuas juras de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho as tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto-as em meu corpo, com calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho os teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;mas, louca, sinto forte o teu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o teu peito,&lt;br /&gt;mas nele me deito, se me vem o cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a tua pele, o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto o teu cheiro, o teu calor.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho, enfim, nada de ti,&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto o teu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho de ti&lt;br /&gt;pode parecer um nada,&lt;br /&gt;mas que ao mesmo tempo é o meu tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090741821190596242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqXytudKZpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1wuH_pSG2wo/s400/romanticos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-4986972143982200206?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4986972143982200206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=4986972143982200206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4986972143982200206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4986972143982200206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-meu-tudo.html' title='O meu tudo...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqXyludKZoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PpRE143rM5I/s72-c/OLHAR.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-3800813259347330737</id><published>2007-07-23T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:28:36.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doces Lembranças... Bons Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqSAgedKZkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T6I3zzKie3U/s1600-h/Beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090336002615699026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqSBn-dKZlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uK1siE4vNlo/s320/apaixonados.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi bom te conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;poder-te tocar, te olhar,&lt;br /&gt;sentir na pele um desejo esquecido&lt;br /&gt;brotando forte e descontrolado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi bom ter-te ao meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;perceber que o mundo ainda girava&lt;br /&gt;e que o coração ainda batia,&lt;br /&gt;que palpitava e que o corpo excitava&lt;br /&gt;numa ânsia de querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi bom te sentir...&lt;br /&gt;vivo, presente, inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;dividindo comigo tantas emoções,&lt;br /&gt;tantos beijos, tantos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foram bons esses laços...&lt;br /&gt;de carinho, afecto e amor,&lt;br /&gt;que partilhamos por momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foram bons todos esses sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: (Autor Desconhecido...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090337029112882802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqSCjudKZnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DxkDKe0BYv8/s320/Fadas2.jpg" border="0" /&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/1396347687724588163-3800813259347330737?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3800813259347330737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=3800813259347330737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3800813259347330737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/3800813259347330737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/doces-lembranas-bons-momentos.html' title='Doces Lembranças... Bons Momentos...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqSBn-dKZlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uK1siE4vNlo/s72-c/apaixonados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1628141778972622756</id><published>2007-07-22T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:06:23.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKs-dKZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7DEVN06mpw4/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089994140398806530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKs-dKZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7DEVN06mpw4/s320/untitled8.bmp" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKm-dKZfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6xxEn5qmkN0/s1600-h/amizade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089994037319591410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKm-dKZfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6xxEn5qmkN0/s320/amizade3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089994861953312274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNLW-dKZhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CLsqD8lMuQI/s320/amizade09.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKc-dKZdI/AAAAAAAAADw/dkz7wFULo-w/s1600-h/amizade038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089993865520899538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKc-dKZdI/AAAAAAAAADw/dkz7wFULo-w/s320/amizade038.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJ9-dKZbI/AAAAAAAAADg/PcventOFr_4/s1600-h/untitled14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089993332944954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJ9-dKZbI/AAAAAAAAADg/PcventOFr_4/s320/untitled14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJxedKZaI/AAAAAAAAADY/zIY9rhs7jKU/s1600-h/Amor%2520e%2520Amizade%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089993118196589986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJxedKZaI/AAAAAAAAADY/zIY9rhs7jKU/s320/Amor%2520e%2520Amizade%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJr-dKZZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRh_9WwP9Hc/s1600-h/untitled13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089993023707309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJr-dKZZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRh_9WwP9Hc/s320/untitled13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089995123946317346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNLmOdKZiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w0riEybHK3k/s320/amizade40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089995562032981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNL_udKZjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PiGMxXvz4og/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há... E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJIudKZXI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNovx53JjIQ/s1600-h/untitled12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089992418116920690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNJIudKZXI/AAAAAAAAADA/KNovx53JjIQ/s320/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijinhos para todos os meus amigos... &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1628141778972622756?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1628141778972622756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1628141778972622756' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1628141778972622756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1628141778972622756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/amizade.html' title='A amizade...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqNKs-dKZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7DEVN06mpw4/s72-c/untitled8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-6468933967805451557</id><published>2007-07-20T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:20:21.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O "beijo" !...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqDgaAxgdaI/AAAAAAAAACw/IgiZJF3pG0Q/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089314316417529250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqDgaAxgdaI/AAAAAAAAACw/IgiZJF3pG0Q/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1396347687724588163-6468933967805451557?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6468933967805451557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=6468933967805451557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/6468933967805451557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/6468933967805451557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-beijo.html' title='O &quot;beijo&quot; !...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RqDgaAxgdaI/AAAAAAAAACw/IgiZJF3pG0Q/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7914145514835806706</id><published>2007-07-19T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:57:57.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cúmplices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices de uma loucura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer fazer do impossível...&lt;br /&gt;algo tangível!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices do medo&lt;br /&gt;de demonstrar esse segredo&lt;br /&gt;do mundo virtual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices de um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sair deste mundo enfadonho&lt;br /&gt;pra viver uma fantasia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices da vontade&lt;br /&gt;de alcançar&lt;br /&gt;a verdadeira felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;que cresce fora&lt;br /&gt;do alcance das mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices&lt;br /&gt;de um sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;vivido só em pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices&lt;br /&gt;da nossa cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;lutando contra a realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices&lt;br /&gt;de um crime que nos redime&lt;br /&gt;por não haver provas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cúmplices do desejo&lt;br /&gt;de roubar um beijo&lt;br /&gt;através da alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088860437158589842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rp9DmwxgdZI/AAAAAAAAACo/xE14hyAYNl4/s320/mulher_lena_1.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: (Autor desconhecido...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7914145514835806706?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7914145514835806706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7914145514835806706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7914145514835806706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7914145514835806706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/cmplices.html' title='Cúmplices...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rp9DmwxgdZI/AAAAAAAAACo/xE14hyAYNl4/s72-c/mulher_lena_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-745968726688750480</id><published>2007-07-18T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:15:12.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando passamos a amar?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passamos a amar não quando encontramos uma pessoa perfeita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas sim quando aprendemos a ver perfeitamente uma pessoa imperfeita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Sen Kenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088493651246478706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rp32BAxgdXI/AAAAAAAAACY/_NgihFUEVJw/s320/Doug%2BHyde.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-745968726688750480?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/745968726688750480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=745968726688750480' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/745968726688750480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/745968726688750480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/quando-passamos-amar.html' title='Quando passamos a amar?...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rp32BAxgdXI/AAAAAAAAACY/_NgihFUEVJw/s72-c/Doug%2BHyde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5870307453361675813</id><published>2007-07-17T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:40:16.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio da solidão!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfzQxgdWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NHQfwWFxbLI/s1600-h/BLKPRINCESS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088187750790755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfzQxgdWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NHQfwWFxbLI/s320/BLKPRINCESS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O silêncio da solidão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz com que pense numa ilusão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa ilusão é o poder ter-te perto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O não te sentir longe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O não te sentir ausente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando não estás presente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o valor que me prende num breve presente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O futuro do amanhã, o futuro do momento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O agora e o depois,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dois sentidos opostos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas agora juntos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sentirei a tua ausência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas sim a tua permanência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao estares no meu pensamento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O esquecimento dá de si!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vejo-te aqui à minha frente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei se é apenas ilusão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas posso te dizer que é uma grande emoção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A consulação de te ver, de te cheirar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E te poder abraçar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um sentido único! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me evoca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O poder do sentir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não o quero largar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois tenho medo de não te voltar a sentir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De não te poder beijar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora e amanhã!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A única importancia a ter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfrQxgdVI/AAAAAAAAACI/hHsEOZrNqKM/s1600-h/dog_e_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&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/1396347687724588163-5870307453361675813?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5870307453361675813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5870307453361675813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5870307453361675813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5870307453361675813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-silncio-da-solido.html' title='O silêncio da solidão!...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfzQxgdWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NHQfwWFxbLI/s72-c/BLKPRINCESS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7574989350085718364</id><published>2007-07-17T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:25:40.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Covarde?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfZAxgdTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/V_AgToZ9Rj4/s1600-h/amor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088187299819189554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfZAxgdTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/V_AgToZ9Rj4/s320/amor01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1396347687724588163-7574989350085718364?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7574989350085718364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7574989350085718364' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7574989350085718364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7574989350085718364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/covarde.html' title='Covarde?...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpzfZAxgdTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/V_AgToZ9Rj4/s72-c/amor01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1419452478650059057</id><published>2007-07-16T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:00:34.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpuyEgxgdSI/AAAAAAAAABw/GRngXjsfQYQ/s1600-h/juh+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087855994631910690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpuyEgxgdSI/AAAAAAAAABw/GRngXjsfQYQ/s320/juh+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1396347687724588163-1419452478650059057?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1419452478650059057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1419452478650059057' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1419452478650059057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1419452478650059057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/juh.html' title='Juh'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpuyEgxgdSI/AAAAAAAAABw/GRngXjsfQYQ/s72-c/juh+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-4789243518195192515</id><published>2007-07-13T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:47:18.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fantasia... Do meu dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num mar azul feito de lágrimas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A primeira coisa que avistei foi um olhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do nada fez-se luz, apagando toda a escuridão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se a nuvem e o desespero se perdessem,&lt;br /&gt;E eu encontrasse no céu um refúgio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse refúgio, era o teu olhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um olhar sereno, carinhoso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo profundo, mas acima de tudo protector!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me bem perto de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se fossemos só eu e tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ai acordei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E deparei com a realidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A realidade de um mundo cheio de gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fantasia que tinha criado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tinha por si evaporado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei-te com medo de me perder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não encontrar saída,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num mundo tão confuso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai chamas-te-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu procura-va-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não te via, e cada vez mais me sentia perdida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até que senti uma mão suave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que carinhosamente se pousou no meu ombro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti alivio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo medo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De voltar a sentir o desespero e o receio de não mais te encontrar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai sussurras-te ao meu ouvido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que me protegerias para toda a eternidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em qualquer ponto do mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que tivesses longe, eu sentia-te perto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma presença imensamente estimada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda hoje com receio do mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E da confusão da mente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha alma e o meu ser, sentem-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui e agora, pussuio o teu ser, a tua presença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora estejas longe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estarás sempre dentro de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas... Eu Adoro-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde quer que estejas... Eu Sinto-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde quer que estejas... Nunca te Esquecerei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui e agora, penso na fantasia criada por nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim, porque tu sempre estiveste lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que não te visse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sentia a tua energia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão poderosa como a luz do meu dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-Te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086789897849697554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpfodgxgdRI/AAAAAAAAABo/U4GHSBhYIdE/s320/silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-4789243518195192515?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4789243518195192515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=4789243518195192515' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4789243518195192515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4789243518195192515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/fantasia-do-meu-dia.html' title='A Fantasia... Do meu dia!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpfodgxgdRI/AAAAAAAAABo/U4GHSBhYIdE/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5059002285722702843</id><published>2007-07-13T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:02:07.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tudo e o Nada, O mais e o Menos, O querer e o Ter!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero ser mais do que fui&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que sou&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter mais&lt;br /&gt;Do que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que tive&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber mais&lt;br /&gt;Do que sei&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que soube&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sempre&lt;br /&gt;E nunca&lt;br /&gt;Ter-te&lt;br /&gt;Longe e perto&lt;br /&gt;Contigo&lt;br /&gt;Ou sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhar&lt;br /&gt;O que fui&lt;br /&gt;O que sou&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho&lt;br /&gt;O que tive&lt;br /&gt;O que sei&lt;br /&gt;O que soube&lt;br /&gt;E sonhar em ter-te aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer condição&lt;br /&gt;Ceder&lt;br /&gt;E render&lt;br /&gt;Ao que nos diz o coração&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer a razão&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sonhar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Minha amiga "Ana"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5059002285722702843?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5059002285722702843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5059002285722702843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5059002285722702843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5059002285722702843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/quero-ser-mais-do-que-fui-mais-do-que.html' title='O tudo e o Nada, O mais e o Menos, O querer e o Ter!...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-787970994135715853</id><published>2007-07-13T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:42:29.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na lua cheia... vi um ser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na lua cheia vi o reflexo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquele que há muito anseio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era o reflexo do desejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"O brilho do teu olhar"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que me cativou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naquele instante perdi-me e tudo parou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E somente me encontrei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num rumo meio perdido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual a rota!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para encontrar o caminho certo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquele que muito queria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já ficou há muito incerto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o aqui me prende!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez um único anseio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o meu único desejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É ter-te, para minha felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade porque sonho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nela já não há brilho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só a escuridão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da confusão que em mim existe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha e solitária!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonho a realidade impossível!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ter a meu lado o ser!&lt;br /&gt;Que a mim me fascina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086733676727792898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rpe1VAxgdQI/AAAAAAAAABg/qutX25479VA/s320/mooncdx7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-787970994135715853?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/787970994135715853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=787970994135715853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/787970994135715853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/787970994135715853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/na-lua-cheia-vi-um-ser.html' title='Na lua cheia... vi um ser!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/Rpe1VAxgdQI/AAAAAAAAABg/qutX25479VA/s72-c/mooncdx7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-4147523257383831566</id><published>2007-07-12T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:42:05.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem mais ama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem mais ama, é quem mais perdoa, e se eu te amo logo perdou-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apesar de não existir o alivio final, o que importa é o verbo "amar" no original!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086375562354652386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpZvoAxgdOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Wf3EW50ks-I/s200/xiiiiiu.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By:Juh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-4147523257383831566?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4147523257383831566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=4147523257383831566' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4147523257383831566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4147523257383831566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/qem-mais-ama.html' title='Quem mais ama...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpZvoAxgdOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Wf3EW50ks-I/s72-c/xiiiiiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-6572446666929681098</id><published>2007-07-12T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:41:39.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O significado do silêncio que eu escuto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O silencio é o crime mais duro!&lt;br /&gt;É o pecado que nos faz cúmplices!&lt;br /&gt;É a dor que mais se sente, e que não se consegue curar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o motivo que me deixa sempre a pensar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o silencio que toma em mim a voz que porto!&lt;br /&gt;É ele que faz com que a minha alma seja capaz de dizer adoro-te,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando a dor é permanente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ele que tinge o vermelho (paixão), de verde (esperança)!&lt;br /&gt;É ele que preenche a dor de memórias únicas!&lt;br /&gt;É ele que me faz lembrar d ti, quando mais estás longe!&lt;br /&gt;É ele que me faz guiar no ruído do amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é esse silencio que tanto tenho escondido!&lt;br /&gt;É o silencio que eu troco por um único sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;E esse sorriso não é meu, é teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E troco mais um silencio meu, por um único olhar!&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar teu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E troco ainda um silencio mais, por um momento!&lt;br /&gt;E esse momento é passado a teu lado!&lt;br /&gt;E é ai que eu beijo um único ser!&lt;br /&gt;E não és tu! É o silencio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois...&lt;br /&gt;Amar em silencio, é a mais profunda prova de amor!&lt;br /&gt;Pois escutar o bater de um coração, estando a milhas dele!&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo q dizer amo-te por telepatia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um sentido único!&lt;br /&gt;No prazer da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E em silencio digo te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Aqui que ninguém nos ouve!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086316442129822914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpY52wxgdMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ul6nHqqZx_M/s400/anjo+sentado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-6572446666929681098?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6572446666929681098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=6572446666929681098' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/6572446666929681098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/6572446666929681098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-significado-do-silncio-que-eu-escuto.html' title='O significado do silêncio que eu escuto!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpY52wxgdMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ul6nHqqZx_M/s72-c/anjo+sentado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-1696303656854422451</id><published>2007-07-11T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:41:03.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que vejo?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No teu olhar vejo ternura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos teus labios duçura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E no teu coraçao? Vejo "CONFUSAO"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-1696303656854422451?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1696303656854422451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=1696303656854422451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1696303656854422451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/1696303656854422451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-teu-olhar-vejo-ternura-nos-teus.html' title='O que vejo?...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7661706842023675274</id><published>2007-07-11T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:40:29.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão eterna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estava serena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vi-te ali sentado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei o que me deu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas senti um arrepio pela espinha a cima, e de seguida um forte bater no meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Achei que fosse momentânio, mas quanto mais me aproximava de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais ele era forte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então naquele instante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soube logo que era paixão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estar perto de ti, fazia me bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas muita coisa estava contra a nossa felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tentei aguentar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teintei t esquecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas nada resultava, o que sentia por ti era demasiado forte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para se deixar perder naqueles momentos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ainda hoje o sinto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embora um pouco a deriva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mil beijos doces, como tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085970865744836610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpT_jka0-AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IBYg252jHrE/s320/CuteLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7661706842023675274?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7661706842023675274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7661706842023675274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7661706842023675274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7661706842023675274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/paixo-eterna.html' title='A paixão eterna!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpT_jka0-AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IBYg252jHrE/s72-c/CuteLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-8169443400906672967</id><published>2007-07-10T20:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:17:55.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="MySpace Comment Codes" href="http://commentcloset.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://picbanker.com/closet_pics/pics/albums/g296/edge06/comment/fantasy-14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commentcloset.com/"&gt;CommentCloset&lt;/a&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='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-8788840069087709203</id><published>2007-07-10T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:39:40.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O amanhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã pode ser tarde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra dizeres que amas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra dizeres que perdoas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra dizeres que desculpas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra dizeres que queres tentar de novo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã pode ser tarde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra pedir perdão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra dizer: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desculpa o erro foi meu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu amor, pode ser inútil... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu perdão, pode não ser preciso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tua volta, pode não ser esperada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tua carta, pode não ser lida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu carinho, pode não ser mais necessário... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu abraço, pode não encontrar outros braços... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque amanhã pode ser tarde para dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou com saudades, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdoa-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desculpa-me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu és importante... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não deixes para amanhã &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sorriso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O abraço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O carinho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O trabalho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sonho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A ajuda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não deixes para amanhã a pergunta: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque estás triste? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que se passa contigo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde tá o teu sorriso? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já percebeste que existo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque não começamos de novo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabes que podes contar comigo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde está a garra? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lembra-te &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã pode ser muito tarde... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procura, vai atrás, insiste! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenta mais uma vez! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só hoje é que é definitivo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso é que alguns comportamentos são mal entendidos: são feitos do medo de não haver um amanhã!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso caso não haja um amanhã, aqui fica um eterno abraço e doce beijinho, para todos aqueles que me rodeiam e que me adoram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085590039584634866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpOlMka09_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/V6ddjzQNvN8/s200/andre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autor: (Desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-8788840069087709203?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8788840069087709203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=8788840069087709203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/8788840069087709203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/8788840069087709203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/amanh-pode-ser-tarde-pra-dizeres-que.html' title='O amanhã...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpOlMka09_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/V6ddjzQNvN8/s72-c/andre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-4567499050777295471</id><published>2007-07-10T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:38:16.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desejo que teu dia hoje tenha...&lt;br /&gt;O sabor do teu chocolate favorito&lt;br /&gt;O som de um sorriso sincero&lt;br /&gt;O perfume de uma rosa vermelha&lt;br /&gt;A cor azul do ceu&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu dia seja...&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de boas energias&lt;br /&gt;Gostoso como um entardecer de um dia de verao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085585980840540130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpOhgUa09-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iQfDP_lnqt4/s320/116_CarlosRoberto003951800.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By: Juh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-4567499050777295471?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4567499050777295471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=4567499050777295471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4567499050777295471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/4567499050777295471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/desejo-que-teu-dia-hoje-tenha.html' title='Desejo...'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/RpOhgUa09-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iQfDP_lnqt4/s72-c/116_CarlosRoberto003951800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-5944632326147437945</id><published>2007-07-09T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:38:56.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No palco da vida, tu te encontras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O som, a melodia,&lt;br /&gt;O seu expandir!&lt;br /&gt;O ouvir, e o escutar!&lt;br /&gt;O seu magnifico explendor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer crescer,&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir entao,&lt;br /&gt;A melodia da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo, a sua intensidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com ela que penso crescer!&lt;br /&gt;É com ela que penso aprender!&lt;br /&gt;Nao só aprender a saber ler as pautas da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Como tambem aprender a saber, as escutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é uma das coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Que só certas pessoas sabem fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Tal como cantar, desenhar,&lt;br /&gt;Ajudar e ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E são esses dons,&lt;br /&gt;Que tornam cada musico da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tao especial,&lt;br /&gt;E harmonioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é ai que conseguimos,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir a musica desses actores,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nós nao passamos,&lt;br /&gt;De actores, no palco da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;É uma personagem!&lt;br /&gt;Que ao viver,&lt;br /&gt;Faz o seu proprio guiao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí que todos os filmes,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as novelas,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as historias, e contos,&lt;br /&gt;Sao unicamente especiais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem o seu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;O seu dom,&lt;br /&gt;O seu "eu" proprio,&lt;br /&gt;O seu caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu explendor,&lt;br /&gt;A sua magia,&lt;br /&gt;Mais propriamente,&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem o seu destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se reparares,&lt;br /&gt;Nao existe,&lt;br /&gt;Destino algum,&lt;br /&gt;Que seja igual ao teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como ninguem,&lt;br /&gt;É igual a ti!...&lt;br /&gt;Mas poderá haver,&lt;br /&gt;Alguem muito parecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao deixa,&lt;br /&gt;De ser diferente!&lt;br /&gt;E se pensares,&lt;br /&gt;Que nao es ninguem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa o contrario,&lt;br /&gt;Pois tens um coraçao!&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhoso, à sua maneira!&lt;br /&gt;Que faz outro bater, por ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa no placo da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Nas personagens mais especiais para ti!&lt;br /&gt;Tambem na tua pauta, e na sua melodia!&lt;br /&gt;Pois sao esses e mais alguns dons, que tens para nos oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao especiais e unicos, que ninguem ira esquecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Juh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-5944632326147437945?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5944632326147437945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=5944632326147437945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5944632326147437945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/5944632326147437945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-palco-da-vida-tu-te-encontras.html' title='No palco da vida, tu te encontras!'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1396347687724588163.post-7099818586906169561</id><published>2007-07-09T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:38:28.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje, nossos caminhos se cruzaram,&lt;br /&gt;por conta desse destino irresponsável,&lt;br /&gt;que tenta reparar um seu erro lastimável.&lt;br /&gt;Permitiu que seguíssemos por rumos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;quando deveria ter sido&lt;br /&gt;o elo de ligação na vida da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Andamos muito tempo por caminhos opostos,&lt;br /&gt;em busca de um companheiro, quando, na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;éramos as duas partes de um inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, nossas vidas foram abafadas&lt;br /&gt;no que de mais belo teriam&lt;br /&gt;se tivessem sido devidamente guiadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos decepções, empobrecemos nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Não pudemos nos lapidar. Perdemos nosso brilho,&lt;br /&gt;como a mãe que perde um filho, sem ter com quem lutar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o mundo é redondo, e por certo,&lt;br /&gt;sentidos opostos se tocam de perto&lt;br /&gt;no final da jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos, finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;imaginando tudo o que virá pela frente...&lt;br /&gt;se nos deixarem amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: (Desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1396347687724588163-7099818586906169561?l=juhanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7099818586906169561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1396347687724588163&amp;postID=7099818586906169561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7099818586906169561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1396347687724588163/posts/default/7099818586906169561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juhanjos.blogspot.com/2007/07/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>*_JUH_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01509282097537239826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpcqJgigCE/SUfiqX7T8yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mpktx1yqpls/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+Rosita036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
