<?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-4755416510158118087</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:59:13.577-08:00</updated><category term='amigosparasempre'/><category term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><category term='coisasquedavamumfilme;'/><category term='amigasparasempre'/><category term='laisermoivivre'/><category term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse'/><category term='coisasquemeenchemocoração'/><category term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><category term='doçariquices'/><category term='MulherNoSeuTodo'/><category term='coisasimportantes; coisasdonossoeu;'/><category term='coisasquemeirritam'/><category term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvNc8fzmvtY/TyL8XEVbVSI/AAAAAAAABAM/Ku38gRxQsto/s1600/34552763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvNc8fzmvtY/TyL8XEVbVSI/AAAAAAAABAM/Ku38gRxQsto/s1600/34552763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azGzPwbj3no/TyL8pPRZWFI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZH4AdP0CmrY/s1600/Hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-azGzPwbj3no/TyL8pPRZWFI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZH4AdP0CmrY/s320/Hell.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu tenho uma característica [ um defeito segundo&amp;nbsp;alguns&amp;nbsp;] que passa por, quando extremamente irritada ou aborrecida ou mesmo lixada da vida com alguém, a minha fúria do momento poder ser transformada num humor sádico, ácido, acutilante e mesmo a roçar o chamado humor negro. Quem não me conhece é incapaz de o identificar. Quem me conhece e o identifica tem duas opções ... ou gosta, ou então não. Se gosta diverte-se comigo, se for mais que um gostar e a pessoa partilhar desta minha característica, então aí diverte-se em grande e em bem. Se não gostar ...pois ...nem sei o que diga... olhe posso sempre dizer-lhe " &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Azarito, temos pena&lt;/span&gt;........ou então nem por isso " !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ até porque eu disse de manhã que só um cataclismo me tiraria o sorriso .....ah pois é ...o melhor disto tudo, é que hoje é sexta-feira e o fim-de-semana vai servir para organizar as energias porque segunda-feira é dia de me apresentar no hospital de preferência sem bichezas a povoar-me as ideias ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7238339283466722665?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7238339283466722665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7238339283466722665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7238339283466722665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7238339283466722665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-humor-imperfeito-ou-entao-nao.html' title='[ Do ] Humor imperfeito ....{ou então não} !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvNc8fzmvtY/TyL8XEVbVSI/AAAAAAAABAM/Ku38gRxQsto/s72-c/34552763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1616815871744670840</id><published>2012-01-27T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:59:55.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Acuidade sensorial ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQ3yzKByT1M/TyKqg2VNoOI/AAAAAAAABAE/zoFmvJCXmjk/s1600/401337_319788761376620_100000364960386_1043462_1597531403_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQ3yzKByT1M/TyKqg2VNoOI/AAAAAAAABAE/zoFmvJCXmjk/s1600/401337_319788761376620_100000364960386_1043462_1597531403_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Isto de se querer ter os pressupostos, interiores, básicos assegurados de tal forma que sejam visíveis palpáveis e que acima de tudo, &amp;nbsp;produzam o efeito desejado, não será de todo uma tarefa fácil. Para ser mais precisa é coisa mesmo para ser &lt;strike&gt;fodida&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Por exemplo, é necessário ter uma acuidade sensorial acima da média, &amp;nbsp;o mesmo será dizer que devemos dar atenção a tudo o que os nossos sentidos captam...porque se captam alguma razão deve existir. Desta forma, sempre que o meu sentido alerta dá sinal é porque o meu subsconsciente quer-me dizer alguma coisinha......por isso atenta... Tagarela ...atenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Como diz a Cat &amp;nbsp;" isto de nascer a querer o mundo é uma merda " !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1616815871744670840?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1616815871744670840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1616815871744670840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1616815871744670840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1616815871744670840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-acuidade-sensorial.html' title='[ Da ] Acuidade sensorial ...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQ3yzKByT1M/TyKqg2VNoOI/AAAAAAAABAE/zoFmvJCXmjk/s72-c/401337_319788761376620_100000364960386_1043462_1597531403_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8942753330303469433</id><published>2012-01-27T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T02:05:46.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazemumbemdesgraçado;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Acordar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trjyADB8rYE/TyJ1FVntUbI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nTEa1ymOJlc/s1600/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trjyADB8rYE/TyJ1FVntUbI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nTEa1ymOJlc/s320/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...ao som dos teus mimos de amor dengosos e com voz de cama...ainda que a não sei quantos quilómetros de distância, é coisa para me espetar na cara um sorriso daqueles que só a existir um cataclismo se desfaz!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4755416510158118087-8942753330303469433?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8942753330303469433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8942753330303469433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8942753330303469433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8942753330303469433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-acordar.html' title='[ Do ] Acordar...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trjyADB8rYE/TyJ1FVntUbI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nTEa1ymOJlc/s72-c/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3976532021582195233</id><published>2012-01-26T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:07:09.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazembem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qNqQC7R_Me4?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recostar a cabeça durante sete minutos e deixar-me ir  numa viagem de onde podia nem sequer regressar. Fechar os olhos e durante sete minutos lentamente adormecer o turbilhão cerebral e pairar até ao centro de mim. Chegar lá e sentir a brisa. Chegar lá e sentir o cheiro. Ficar ali, tão somente ali. Despertar lentamente. Lentamente perceber ... que é do improvável que [re] nascem tantas e tantas vezes as memórias boas de guardar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ cliquem para ouvir ...experimentem fechar os olhos e deixem-se levar pelo momento ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-3976532021582195233?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3976532021582195233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3976532021582195233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3976532021582195233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3976532021582195233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-momentos.html' title='[ Dos ] Momentos...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qNqQC7R_Me4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4872048058428730893</id><published>2012-01-26T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T04:00:52.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedavamumfilme; coisas que não sei se ria se chore;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Questões da Madalena desta vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_EbzVT57-E/TyE-v4otVoI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Mm03gj49X_s/s1600/AnjosVirtuais_040107_Shrek_Burro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_EbzVT57-E/TyE-v4otVoI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Mm03gj49X_s/s320/AnjosVirtuais_040107_Shrek_Burro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Já chegámos ?!?! .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Não !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Já chegámos ?!?! ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Não !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Já chegámos ?!?! ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Não !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Já chegámos ?!?! ....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Não !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já chegámos ?!?! ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nãaaaaaooooo !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas .....quando é que é sexta-feira ...mãaaeeee !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Calmaaaaaaa... que já só falta um dia!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ querida filha...como eu a compreendo... huuummmmppfffff ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-4872048058428730893?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4872048058428730893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4872048058428730893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4872048058428730893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4872048058428730893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-questoes-da-madalena-desta-vida.html' title='[ Das ] Questões da Madalena desta vida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G_EbzVT57-E/TyE-v4otVoI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Mm03gj49X_s/s72-c/AnjosVirtuais_040107_Shrek_Burro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8186631989409386137</id><published>2012-01-25T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:43:07.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigasparasempre'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Tonis desta vida...ou de outras!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta5liUm9_eM/TyBFINYIPiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CtV_7SihA-k/s1600/charlotte+e+carrie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta5liUm9_eM/TyBFINYIPiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CtV_7SihA-k/s1600/charlotte+e+carrie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ora o que temos a dizer sobre o Toni...hoje?!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Foi um feliz reencontro...pois que foi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Serviu para lavar as vistas...que os anos só lhe fizeram foi bem, na nossa humilde opinião [ ou quem sabe até tenha sido o divórcio...quem sabe... ] !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* A expressão " intemporalmente elegante" &amp;nbsp;será algo mágico para se dizer a uma mulher!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Que NÃO existirão cenas dos próximos&amp;nbsp;capítulos, mas, que se&amp;nbsp;existissem&amp;nbsp;seriam supimpas&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Que foi responsável por uma das mais vertiginosas crises de gargalhadas dos últimos tempos...pois que não conseguia parar de me rir perante as brilhantes e hipotéticas ilações dela, de tal forma que me&amp;nbsp;dói&amp;nbsp;a barriga só de respirar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A concluir...o&amp;nbsp;Toni desta vida serviu para mais umas quantas coisas, que também fazem muitoooo sentido registar. Assim temos:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* O Universo sabia que juntas seria a &lt;strike&gt;puta&lt;/strike&gt; da loucura e por isso separou-nos&amp;nbsp;geograficamente&amp;nbsp;300 Km!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Ainda que, separadas e 30 anos volvidos, continuamos a ser UNAS e umas perfeitas&amp;nbsp;miúdas&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Que ela &amp;nbsp;diz-me coisas que deixam o meu coração a brilhar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;" Adoro-te sabias?!?! ...não precisas responder que eu sei que sabes! "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ claro que sei ...e, também sei que contigo sou muito mais completa e que existem amores que não se explicam ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...life is good !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8186631989409386137?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8186631989409386137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8186631989409386137' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8186631989409386137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8186631989409386137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-tonis-desta-vidaou-de-outras.html' title='[ Dos ] Tonis desta vida...ou de outras!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta5liUm9_eM/TyBFINYIPiI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CtV_7SihA-k/s72-c/charlotte+e+carrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4998411386323008929</id><published>2012-01-25T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:57:54.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore; coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Ideias loucas que assolam o meu dormir e da Vera Wang!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7JEXQsNXeY/Tx_ROlO3ytI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-dgbBEzH8OE/s1600/transferir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7JEXQsNXeY/Tx_ROlO3ytI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-dgbBEzH8OE/s1600/transferir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQx5ZLiSIwg/Tx_RRsB1xPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OWnbgfru7Pk/s1600/transferir+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQx5ZLiSIwg/Tx_RRsB1xPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OWnbgfru7Pk/s1600/transferir+%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Lembretes importantes desta vida... assim de repente!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x8Ux_v8zIY/Tx7bs6DgxwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/lvnE-E7KTtQ/s1600/407966_10150486971327676_130330847675_8957012_653865776_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x8Ux_v8zIY/Tx7bs6DgxwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/lvnE-E7KTtQ/s1600/407966_10150486971327676_130330847675_8957012_653865776_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixar-me guiar pelos sonhos ... sempre!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixar-me submergir pelos problemas ... nunca ... sob pena dos mesmos se alojarem em definitivo na minha dorsal, lombar, cervical e por aí a fora!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;coisa fabulosa ...é ter a trabalhar comigo um fisioterapeuta incrível com uma energia fora de série ...estou nova e a poder de levitar ... bem-haja querido L. ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-2142094003760052478?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2142094003760052478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2142094003760052478' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2142094003760052478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2142094003760052478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-lembretes-importantes-desta-vida.html' title='[ Dos ] Lembretes importantes desta vida... assim de repente!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x8Ux_v8zIY/Tx7bs6DgxwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/lvnE-E7KTtQ/s72-c/407966_10150486971327676_130330847675_8957012_653865776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5123535130125933803</id><published>2012-01-23T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:59:57.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que me enchem o coração!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqrhQB6YtOg/Tx1gzgUiIoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0Xgf-Sc6Np8/s1600/5252076_pczUeCuk_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqrhQB6YtOg/Tx1gzgUiIoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0Xgf-Sc6Np8/s320/5252076_pczUeCuk_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_niQm3hz1MU/Tx1hB7eEq0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/kYUSGtlqLVc/s1600/ILY_VII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_niQm3hz1MU/Tx1hB7eEq0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/kYUSGtlqLVc/s320/ILY_VII.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trabalhar na avenida da escola dos meus filhos tem algumas [ ou muitas ] vantagens. Hoje, tive mais uma boa&amp;nbsp;percepção&amp;nbsp;disso. Ao 12.30 h, entram de fininho pelo Centro, a B. e as amigas vinham "raptar-me" para almoçar...ou melhor, levarem-me a comer uma super baguete aquecida e um sumo de laranja natural, que vai ser coisa para resultar numa crise de azia digna de registo. Não é normal que no auge dos seus 14 anos elas queiram a companhia de uma mãe para almoçar mas, elas, por vezes querem. São sempre momentos mega hilariantes, são&amp;nbsp;miúdos&amp;nbsp;super saudáveis de cabeça e é uma&amp;nbsp;bênção&amp;nbsp;poder estar assim no meio deles ,perceber que conversam de tudo comigo e que existem coisas que querem mesmo conversar comigo . Rimos até às lágrimas, como sempre. Nestes momentos sinto-me algo orgulhosa pelo facto de, qualquer um dos três mas, a B. em particular, sentirem vaidade em desfilar comigo...orgulhosa por ser ouvida e atendida nas conversas mais sérias que tenho com ela e com os amigos...orgulhosa porque sei que quase todas as mães vêm vedada a sua entrada neste&amp;nbsp;círculo&amp;nbsp;e muitas vezes é a mim que recorrem...orgulhosa porque neste percurso que tenho feito de auto-construção conseguir sentir plenitude numa simples horinha de esplanada ao sol rodeada de meninos e meninas que vi nascer e crescer deixa-me profundamente grata...momentos simples é certo mas, nos quais aprendo tanto... senhoreeesss... tanto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-5123535130125933803?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5123535130125933803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5123535130125933803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5123535130125933803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5123535130125933803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-que-me-enchem-o-coracao.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que me enchem o coração!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqrhQB6YtOg/Tx1gzgUiIoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0Xgf-Sc6Np8/s72-c/5252076_pczUeCuk_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3013479362147129238</id><published>2012-01-20T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:48:21.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazemumbemdesgraçado;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que espero deste fim-de-semana!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKsQ2JixJ5o/Txm1cYVsQBI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YSDkgi5L8V8/s1600/123+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKsQ2JixJ5o/Txm1cYVsQBI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YSDkgi5L8V8/s320/123+%25283%2529.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ICoMP5yFMY/Txm1sY2LLtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/D3qRYtjrY7w/s1600/x_801c7555_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ICoMP5yFMY/Txm1sY2LLtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/D3qRYtjrY7w/s320/x_801c7555_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NAMORAR&lt;/span&gt; muitooooooooooo [ e, de preferência, sem &amp;nbsp;neuro-&amp;nbsp;idiossincrasias&amp;nbsp;de espécie nenhuma ] !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-3013479362147129238?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3013479362147129238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3013479362147129238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3013479362147129238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3013479362147129238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-que-espero-deste-fim-de.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que espero deste fim-de-semana!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKsQ2JixJ5o/Txm1cYVsQBI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YSDkgi5L8V8/s72-c/123+%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7244287331937941782</id><published>2012-01-20T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T02:33:34.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que me faziam um bem desgraçado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHBD4G9bFtg/TxgENSOlawI/AAAAAAAAA-k/bjdf-liTojY/s1600/400336_10150547924992899_100217462898_9060416_336998391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHBD4G9bFtg/TxgENSOlawI/AAAAAAAAA-k/bjdf-liTojY/s400/400336_10150547924992899_100217462898_9060416_336998391_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diz que é o SUSHI&amp;nbsp;CAFÉ&amp;nbsp;AVENIDA...parece que tem um ambiente clean, fashion e sofisticado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ahhhh, e, cozinha japonesa de fusão. A ser verdade isto que se diz, era sitio onde aqui a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Princesa jantava, hoje, em boa companhia de preferência, sem&amp;nbsp;sacrifício&amp;nbsp;algum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7244287331937941782?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7244287331937941782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7244287331937941782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7244287331937941782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7244287331937941782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-que-me-faziam-um-bem.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que me faziam um bem desgraçado!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XHBD4G9bFtg/TxgENSOlawI/AAAAAAAAA-k/bjdf-liTojY/s72-c/400336_10150547924992899_100217462898_9060416_336998391_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6258834329958410588</id><published>2012-01-19T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:49:10.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemeenchemocoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazemumbemdesgraçado;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Branco!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGBkwJinKns/Txf9OOFGEgI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_94Bu4F9TXE/s1600/maxmara_studio4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGBkwJinKns/Txf9OOFGEgI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_94Bu4F9TXE/s320/maxmara_studio4.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descaradamente vinda do Blog da Ju!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ff5XKBhKXY/Txf9Uo8FslI/AAAAAAAAA-U/lTj9pGHu8Jo/s1600/q+%252811%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ff5XKBhKXY/Txf9Uo8FslI/AAAAAAAAA-U/lTj9pGHu8Jo/s1600/q+%252811%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outra, descaradamente vinda do Blog da Ju!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O branco é tão somente a minha [ não cor ] de eleição. Uso-a desde sempre. Uso-a sempre que posso. Uso-a menos do que gostaria. Apelidada muitas vezes, de cor neutra, &amp;nbsp;por opiniões diversas, para mim o BRANCO é tudo menos neutro porque, neutro é aquilo que não me provoca qualquer tipo de emoções, como acontece com o cinza. O branco enche-me de emoções. Provoca em mim uma sensação de conforto, de serenidade e, acima de tudo, uma sensação de luminosidade. Já repararam que qualquer detalhe [ em forma, estilo ou tonalidade ] que possamos juntar ao branco, pode ganhar um destaque soberbo!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ definitivamente, se eu fosse uma cor seria...BRANCO...a BASE que pudesse fazer brilhar tudo e todos. Se o posso conseguir?! ...talvez !! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6258834329958410588?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6258834329958410588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6258834329958410588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6258834329958410588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6258834329958410588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-branco.html' title='[ Do ] Branco!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGBkwJinKns/Txf9OOFGEgI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_94Bu4F9TXE/s72-c/maxmara_studio4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2857359944352500524</id><published>2012-01-18T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:14:25.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feitiodamerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficoquenãomeaguento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas fabulosas para as quais é preciso paciência!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVbAxGn1YIU/Txb8aSgu1YI/AAAAAAAAA-E/v_21PrR5m6Q/s1600/life-fa243970624541f4955ebdda65154a99_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVbAxGn1YIU/Txb8aSgu1YI/AAAAAAAAA-E/v_21PrR5m6Q/s320/life-fa243970624541f4955ebdda65154a99_h.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ahahahahahahahahahahahhah !!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A titulo urgente e a especial favor habemos biopsia marcada para 30 de Janeiro..........é que nem sei se ria ou se chore!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ ...estou a precisar de uma qualquer coisa que me tire este desconsolo cá de dentro que até estou a ficar com raiva de mim ...creeeeeeddooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2857359944352500524?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2857359944352500524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2857359944352500524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2857359944352500524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2857359944352500524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-fabulosas-para-as-quais-e.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas fabulosas para as quais é preciso paciência!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVbAxGn1YIU/Txb8aSgu1YI/AAAAAAAAA-E/v_21PrR5m6Q/s72-c/life-fa243970624541f4955ebdda65154a99_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-663133735001898972</id><published>2012-01-18T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:53:07.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feitiodamerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficoquenãomeaguento'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Célebres Consultas da Medicina do Trabalho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9hmftdkWMA/Txav0lff9YI/AAAAAAAAA98/Jk-nenw2iQ8/s1600/AnjosVirtuais_040107_Shrek_Burro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9hmftdkWMA/Txav0lff9YI/AAAAAAAAA98/Jk-nenw2iQ8/s320/AnjosVirtuais_040107_Shrek_Burro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste momento, depois de mais uma consulta de medicina do trabalho na auto caravana dos senhores médicos do trabalho...gelada comoóooo catanooo [ isto para não ser desagradável já a esta hora], na qual a única diferença que lhe encontro desde o passado ano, é que em vez de ser um senhor médico com sotaque de leste, é uma senhora médica com sotaque de leste... paira em em mim uma dúvida...vá uma grandeeeee dúvida ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas...eu mereço istoooooo ?!?! Porquê senhoreeeess porquê?!?!??!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ ahhhh acabei de me lembrar o porquê ...tal na Lei ...e, diz que é obrigatório... ai que mulas desta vida!!! ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-663133735001898972?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/663133735001898972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=663133735001898972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/663133735001898972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/663133735001898972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-celebres-consultas-da-medicina-do.html' title='[ Das ] Célebres Consultas da Medicina do Trabalho!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9hmftdkWMA/Txav0lff9YI/AAAAAAAAA98/Jk-nenw2iQ8/s72-c/AnjosVirtuais_040107_Shrek_Burro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3616062228805518236</id><published>2012-01-17T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:28:00.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que me faziam bem agora !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-xKSlqZBAU/TxXGC3zD8QI/AAAAAAAAA90/-DP1nRlhp8I/s1600/Paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-xKSlqZBAU/TxXGC3zD8QI/AAAAAAAAA90/-DP1nRlhp8I/s1600/Paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...já estive por aqui algumas vezes. Sempre que encontrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; senti sempre que estava num lugar perfeitamente confortável, daqueles onde bem poderia viver. Nunca percebi o porquê. Recordo que com&amp;nbsp;12 anos, ao atravessar esta cidade, pela primeira vez, o fiz de testa colada na janela do carro e completamente em silêncio. Das vezes seguintes fui sempre invadida pela estranha sensação de sintonia. Agora ao sentir a noite fria que começa, as luzes que se acendem na rua, pensei cá por dentro que me fazia bem palmilhar estas ruas e pontes, tão&amp;nbsp;criteriosamente iluminadas, envolta no [ melhor dos casacos ] em silêncio e a passo certo como gostamos de caminhar. Pode parecer estranho, mas, &amp;nbsp;fazia-me bem...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-3616062228805518236?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3616062228805518236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3616062228805518236' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3616062228805518236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3616062228805518236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-que-me-faziam-bem-agora.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que me faziam bem agora !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-xKSlqZBAU/TxXGC3zD8QI/AAAAAAAAA90/-DP1nRlhp8I/s72-c/Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6622997838300044855</id><published>2012-01-16T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:18:20.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquenãoseiseriasechore;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Que me faz dizer... { nada acontece por acaso } !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJdJ7EjBgSQ/TxRhFg434FI/AAAAAAAAA9s/rVizQz6FP1A/s1600/.........jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJdJ7EjBgSQ/TxRhFg434FI/AAAAAAAAA9s/rVizQz6FP1A/s320/.........jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desde que sai da consulta que me pergunto cá por dentro...se acaso não me tivesse queimado como queimei, se acaso não tivesse passado aqueles dias enfiada no Centro de Saúde a tratar da perna...se alguma vez disporia de tempo para marcar a consulta de rotina...se alguma vez chegaria eu a tempo de apanhar isto numa fase inicial...se...se...agora próximo passo...&amp;nbsp;biopsia. E, como diz o R., "não vai ser nada mas, seja o que for, temos de estar o mais serenos possível..." ! O bem que este homem me faz é indescritível !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6622997838300044855?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6622997838300044855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6622997838300044855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6622997838300044855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6622997838300044855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-que-me-faz-dizer-nada-acontece-por.html' title='[ Do ] Que me faz dizer... { nada acontece por acaso } !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJdJ7EjBgSQ/TxRhFg434FI/AAAAAAAAA9s/rVizQz6FP1A/s72-c/.........jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1663987624693293036</id><published>2012-01-16T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:41:55.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que me aborrecem assim logo pela manhã!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBOoMoOgbKI/TxP87eZAftI/AAAAAAAAA9k/H9OiDFvcWjs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBOoMoOgbKI/TxP87eZAftI/AAAAAAAAA9k/H9OiDFvcWjs/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;... não... minhas queridas e meus queridos, lamento mas, não se trata de nada relacionado com os trajes dos Globos de Ouro!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será pedir muito que se façam as coisas partindo do princípio do preceito e do bom gosto!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois, euzinha aqui penso que não!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Custa dobrar um robe...toalhas e afins com rigor profissional que foi [ e é ] incutido desde sempre!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pois, euzinha aqui penso que não!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho cá para mim que isto hoje vai correr menos bem...quer-me cá parecer. Por via das dúvidas vou ali beber um chá de camomila antes que fique cega dos nervos!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1663987624693293036?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1663987624693293036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1663987624693293036' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1663987624693293036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1663987624693293036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-que-me-aborrecem-assim-logo.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que me aborrecem assim logo pela manhã!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBOoMoOgbKI/TxP87eZAftI/AAAAAAAAA9k/H9OiDFvcWjs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5908618423810308931</id><published>2012-01-14T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T03:46:27.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Lágrimas que me lavam a alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPRuI1VF4S8/TxFifmxIQLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KqHLkvne1wM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPRuI1VF4S8/TxFifmxIQLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KqHLkvne1wM/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEmDrxmb-Nk/TxFiiKcrNGI/AAAAAAAAA9c/WWfgKGX06aI/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEmDrxmb-Nk/TxFiiKcrNGI/AAAAAAAAA9c/WWfgKGX06aI/s1600/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A semana foi intensa. Muito intensa, é um facto. O dia de ontem acabou tarde. Muito tarde, é um facto. Depois de deixar tudo organizado no centro, segui para casa dos meus pais, os mais pequenos fizeram trabalhos de casa, a maior teve uma crise de mau feitio daquelas que só os 14 anos são capazes de gerar. Chegaram os primos. Jantámos. Deitei os mais pequenos. Debati mais uns assuntos com a maior. O do meio vomitou o jantar. Mudou-se a cama. Dediquei-me à prima que ficou desempregada e tem projectos&amp;nbsp; [sim, porque dos revezes da vida nascem as melhores oportunidades ] queria que desse uma olhada nas coisas que já tinha preparado. Não me apetecia, confesso, estava exausta de números, objectivos, de métodos de comunicação, de coisas, de cenas, mas, jamais me passaria pela cabeça não lhe dar atenção, ela que está sempre no meu backup, ela que me incentiva, que me diz sempre que consigo, ela precisava e eu tinha de estar ali inteira e estive. Acabámos pela uma da madrugada. Fui passar os olhos pelos meninos que dormiam. Vim para casa. Preparei-me. Deitei-me. Dois segundos depois...dei comigo a chorar copiosamente. Tentei parar. Desisti. Permiti-me a chorar. Assim... adormeci!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao acordar, antes de abrir os olhos que me doiam, senti a alma lavada. Pensei que tinha determinado ler um livro este fim de semana, algo que era importante para a semana que vai entrar. Levantei-me. Comi. Fui buscar o livro, o bloco de notas. São 11.30h. Das 227 páginas, li 96 páginas. Agora vou cuidar de mim. A seguir vou namorar e cuidar do nosso EU . Os motivos de ter chorado assim?!?!? ...cansaço, descompressão, saudades do que não vivi. Permitir-me chorar pode até não parecer um método muito saudável. É um acto solitário. Mas, também sou mulher de gostar de estar assim...só eu e eu. Não sei se já passou. Se já deitei tudo cá para fora. Algo me diz que não. Hoje &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;estou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;assim...amanhã [ ou daqui a pouco ] estarei certamente melhor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5908618423810308931?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5908618423810308931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5908618423810308931' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5908618423810308931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5908618423810308931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-lagrimas-que-me-lavam-alma.html' title='[ Das ] Lágrimas que me lavam a alma...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPRuI1VF4S8/TxFifmxIQLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KqHLkvne1wM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8196310239370052752</id><published>2012-01-13T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:56:51.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Semana em modo de balanço!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4xWsbcKr1Y/TxBUwMC3HRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/P1yWtHGyvSY/s1600/satc2-sjp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4xWsbcKr1Y/TxBUwMC3HRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/P1yWtHGyvSY/s1600/satc2-sjp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tal como previ no inicio da semana ...foram dias intensos. Bons, muito bons. Com direito a adrenalina, borboletas na barriga, tudo e tudo e, o traçar de mais um objectivo. Assim...plena de aprendizagens, de ideias novas. A tecnologia nova é fantástica, já o sabia e, é mais uma pequena [ grande ] conquista. A reunião de 4ªfeira correu acima das expectativas e vincou-me ainda mais a paixão pelo que faço &amp;nbsp;mas, sobretudo, pelo que quero ainda fazer, o fogo de artificio fica para depois porque existe muita coisa a conquistar antes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. Feitos, hoje, &amp;nbsp;mais alguns progressos, a palavra de ordem passa por começar a reunir as condições necessárias para seguir em frente, tal como pedi ao querido Universo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ a horinha de almoço que foi maioritáriamente de trabalho, também trouxe aquele beijo apertado e tudo o que só existe ali e tão somente ali...e, temos pena...?!?! ... naaaaaa nem por isso ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8196310239370052752?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8196310239370052752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8196310239370052752' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8196310239370052752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8196310239370052752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-semana-e-e-modo-de-balanco.html' title='[ Do ] Semana em modo de balanço!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4xWsbcKr1Y/TxBUwMC3HRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/P1yWtHGyvSY/s72-c/satc2-sjp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5446832902791151911</id><published>2012-01-12T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:33:39.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que me deixam assim mesmo {à rasquinha} !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyamZ2Tgmz8/Tw8lleOgVyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/T6hQSy9fXZ0/s1600/chapc3a9u-jamie-beck.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyamZ2Tgmz8/Tw8lleOgVyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/T6hQSy9fXZ0/s320/chapc3a9u-jamie-beck.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É ter ido à médica por coisa nenhuma...ter&amp;nbsp;saído&amp;nbsp;de lá com uma imensidão de exames para fazer...ter feito tudo exaustivamente...remarcar consulta...existir um exame que seguia directamente para ela...e, a boa da senhora ligar agora a dizer que me quer ver já segunda-feira...oito dias antes da dita consulta...ai ai ai ai ai .......e, até segunda..........?!?!? ...fico sem respirar?!?! ... ai senhoreeeeeeeeeeeessssss....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-5446832902791151911?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5446832902791151911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5446832902791151911' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5446832902791151911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5446832902791151911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-que-me-deixam-assim-mesmo.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que me deixam assim mesmo {à rasquinha} !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyamZ2Tgmz8/Tw8lleOgVyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/T6hQSy9fXZ0/s72-c/chapc3a9u-jamie-beck.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8931898559752821524</id><published>2012-01-12T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:12:47.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemedeixamdoida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Ditos sacrifícios alheios que não passam de meros queixumes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeyeZfJXVQo/Tw7bza4YkEI/AAAAAAAAA80/PVUZ4Y3-ssc/s1600/Love_music_believe_dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeyeZfJXVQo/Tw7bza4YkEI/AAAAAAAAA80/PVUZ4Y3-ssc/s320/Love_music_believe_dream.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sou muitas vezes confrontada com a expressão " isso não vale o&amp;nbsp;sacrifício" &amp;nbsp;ou ainda " achas mesmo que me vou sacrificar!!? ...para quê?!?!" ou a melhor de todas "esta vida não vale nada...é só&amp;nbsp;sacrifício"&amp;nbsp;. Isto tira-me do sério...deixa-me doidaaaaa...senhoressss...doidaaaa!! Na maioria das vezes deixa-me tão fora de mim, que a minha reacção passa somente e tão somente pela inércia. Cada vez me acontece mais ouvir estas coisas e outras merdas que tais, e, simplesmente ficar mudinha da silva.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;SACRIFÍCIO!?!? ... a sério ?!?! ...esta palavra aplica-se?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...assim de animo leve ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ao &amp;nbsp;olhar de relance vejo que tantas e tantas vezes que, &amp;nbsp;o único [&amp;nbsp;sacrifício&amp;nbsp;] que nos é solicitado pelo Universo será o de sermos atentos e cuidadores de nós próprios, o parar, fechar os olhos ou simplesmente contemplar o mar, uma árvore, uma flor, um gato que se&amp;nbsp;espreguiça&amp;nbsp;e cuida. Se existe segredo, está aqui, parar e olhar para dentro de nós, para o lugar onde só nós podemos chegar e , buscar uma memória perdida em nós de algo que nos fez sentir plenos, um momento em que&amp;nbsp;dançámos como se ninguém nos estivesse a observar, o olhar de amor com que somos olhados por quem nos quer tal qual somos, o subir de uma escada que nos levou a um sucesso, o que se sente quando, descalços,&amp;nbsp;percorremos a areia quente ou a relva&amp;nbsp;molhada&amp;nbsp;pela matina e pensar na melhor forma de voltar a sentir o mesmo. Dá trabalho fazer isto?? Dá, claro que dá. Exige dedicação interior ao invés de criticarmos tudo e todos. E, pior que isso exige o repetir do processo e uma e outra vez, até se tornar num padrão, um padrão que nos faça bem, um padrão que nos faça perceber que a vida é muito mais que [ sacrifício ] !!! Porque na realidade a existirem verdades, uma delas, é que na vida 10% é o que nos acontece ... os outros 90% é aquilo que fazemos com os primeiros 10% !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Enjooooooyyyyyy !!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8931898559752821524?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8931898559752821524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8931898559752821524' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8931898559752821524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8931898559752821524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-ditos-sacrificios-alheios-que-nao.html' title='[ Dos ] Ditos sacrifícios alheios que não passam de meros queixumes!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeyeZfJXVQo/Tw7bza4YkEI/AAAAAAAAA80/PVUZ4Y3-ssc/s72-c/Love_music_believe_dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6440882307358046470</id><published>2012-01-10T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:11:54.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore; coisasdonossoeu;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas desta vida ...ou, o mesmo será dizer [ calmaaaaa] ....que, hoje, ainda é terça-feira !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aO01JOD1Ir8?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ....que só me apetece dar berros!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ volto em breve...espero eu...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6440882307358046470?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6440882307358046470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6440882307358046470' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6440882307358046470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6440882307358046470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-coisas-desta-vida-ou-o-mesmo-sera.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas desta vida ...ou, o mesmo será dizer [ calmaaaaa] ....que, hoje, ainda é terça-feira !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aO01JOD1Ir8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7854528162820760293</id><published>2012-01-09T01:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T01:51:31.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Semanas que prometem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ncnJpYTi-hY?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Esta é uma semana daquelas que promete...hoje, é dia de recebermos um equipamento novo aqui pelo Centro,um tratamento que queria muito disponibilizar por aqui, a Endermologia, por isso, formação ...formação...formação e planificações comerciais a rigor. Esta semana tenho, também, uma reunião muitooooooo importante pela qual já esperava havia tempo [ e que me está a causar borboletas na barriga] e a correr bem é aguardarem pelo fogo de artíficio. Esta semana é igual a todas as outras, talvez, mas, agora a importância das conquistas duplicou. E, eu só quero estar ao nível do grau de exigência a que me proponho. E, eu só quero ter o compasso certo para a música que brota cá de dentro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-7854528162820760293?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7854528162820760293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7854528162820760293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7854528162820760293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7854528162820760293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-semanas-que-prometem_09.html' title='[ Das ] Semanas que prometem...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ncnJpYTi-hY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7124230229757203516</id><published>2012-01-08T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:43:23.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Devastação que causa a perda de um filho!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzhNbcm45aM/TwlqRvWKlrI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uvqTyIXzr1I/s1600/CIMG3245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzhNbcm45aM/TwlqRvWKlrI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uvqTyIXzr1I/s320/CIMG3245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já escrevi sobre isto mais vezes. Porque me toca . Toca-me de perto. Hoje faz 4 anos. Cerca de 35040 horas. Dia, no qual, uma das minhas irmãs do coração perdeu uma filha. Dia, no qual, a devastação se apoderou do coração de uma mulher que vivia deliciada no mundo da maternidade. Dia, no qual, o nosso mundo deixou de existir tal qual o conhecíamos. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A nossa M. tinha 5meses e descansava no berço quando a morte subitamente chegou. Quando olho para ela, mãe,tal como eu , mãe, como tantas de nós, vejo&amp;nbsp;que a alegria que outrora&amp;nbsp;deixava sair por cada poro se desvaneceu para sempre. Ainda quesorria como ainda sorri...o brilho não está lá, o brilho passou aestar noutra dimensão. A&amp;nbsp;dimensão para onde se desloca. Adimensão que a tira de nós tal qual a conhecíamos. Nestes momentos,nos momentos em que a contemplo, a minha mente é invadida por um únicopensamento [ meu anjo da guarda vela por nós ]!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esta noite esta mãe escreveu assim:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;8 de Janeiro de 2012:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;4 anos de muitas lágrimas;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;4 anos de muitas saudades;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;4 anos de muita dor;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;4 anos de reaprender a viver;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; 4 anos sem ti...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;As saudades são muitas e aumentam a cada dia que passa. O hoje é mais difícil do que o ontem e mais fácil do que amanhã... Dava tudo para poder ter-te aqui outra vez. Nunca mais fui nem nunca mais serei a mesma pessoa..O amor que sinto por ti nunca mudará e nunca te esquecerei... Sinto atua falta, sinto falta do que vivi contigo e principalmente do que nãovivemos... A minha maior dor foi nunca te ter ouvido chamar-me mãe.&amp;nbsp; Um dia voltaremos a estar juntas. Até lá, onde quer que estejas apenas desejo que sejas muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;[ e digo eu...esta noite foi noite de contemplar as estrelas, hoje, é dia de contemplar o céu para pensar " minha pequena Margarida que captavas o meu olhar com a tua serenidade...descansa em paz e continua sempre a ser uma luz que nos ilumina" ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7124230229757203516?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7124230229757203516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7124230229757203516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7124230229757203516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7124230229757203516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-devastacao-que-causa-perda-de-um.html' title='[ Da ] Devastação que causa a perda de um filho!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzhNbcm45aM/TwlqRvWKlrI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uvqTyIXzr1I/s72-c/CIMG3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8878480978462894819</id><published>2012-01-07T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:46:56.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore; coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Sons ... que tudo encerram no seu conteúdo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F0rwOsAteXM?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...porque...uma das verdades desta vida, é que... deixar-me conquistar por ti foi das melhores coisas que podia ter feito por mim !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8878480978462894819?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8878480978462894819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8878480978462894819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8878480978462894819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8878480978462894819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-sons-que-tudo-encerram-no-seu.html' title='[ Dos ] Sons ... que tudo encerram no seu conteúdo!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F0rwOsAteXM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2481234453988610894</id><published>2012-01-06T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:53:45.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;aminhamãenãoépura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Jantar de Reis da Rainha-Mãe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQVg0lcbzAc/TwdOlQVRkHI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZY6Ww9wLaQ0/s1600/tumblr_leotw8Fm2p1qzfpyto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQVg0lcbzAc/TwdOlQVRkHI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZY6Ww9wLaQ0/s320/tumblr_leotw8Fm2p1qzfpyto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;... ora de acordo com as ordens da nossa divina matriarca... [ e uma vez que trabalhei que nem uma perdida e nem tempo tive para arranjar uma desculpa plausível ] HOJE é dia de comer romã, bolo rei e beber cenas frente à lareira...isto depois de se ter comido até rebentar!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ respiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa que amanhã is another day............]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;{Mas, aqui para nós, a verdade é que eu até gosto disto e as minhas estrelinhas também... um dia sei que vou ser eu a fazer perdurar esta tradição!!}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2481234453988610894?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2481234453988610894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2481234453988610894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2481234453988610894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2481234453988610894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-jantar-de-reis-da-rainha-mae.html' title='[ Do ] Jantar de Reis da Rainha-Mãe...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQVg0lcbzAc/TwdOlQVRkHI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZY6Ww9wLaQ0/s72-c/tumblr_leotw8Fm2p1qzfpyto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4581649987247164280</id><published>2012-01-06T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:15:13.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Sexta-feira ...que é coisinha para me fazer sorrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xExoWg8rr9s/TwbIK79UyjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VtoilFrr4II/s1600/tumblr_li8lujtTi21qdr4geo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xExoWg8rr9s/TwbIK79UyjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VtoilFrr4II/s400/tumblr_li8lujtTi21qdr4geo1_500.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.......mas, assim.... muitoooooooooooooooooooooo !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ e se juntar a isso o facto de ser Dia de Reis { e com ele&amp;nbsp;desaparecer o Natal que já me anda a enfadar} ...então é cinco estrelas e sorriso de orelha a orelha...agora só falta arranjar uma boa desculpa para me esquivar ao Jantar de Reis da Rainha-Mãe.........]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4755416510158118087-4581649987247164280?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4581649987247164280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4581649987247164280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4581649987247164280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4581649987247164280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-sexta-feira-que-e-coisinha-para-me.html' title='[ Da ] Sexta-feira ...que é coisinha para me fazer sorrir...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xExoWg8rr9s/TwbIK79UyjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VtoilFrr4II/s72-c/tumblr_li8lujtTi21qdr4geo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1598428257970989328</id><published>2012-01-05T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:31:01.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Conclusões para o dia de hoje...e, em jeito de adenda ao post anterior!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa4T1rYtZuM/TwXcmzURJ6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/tvk-gjkQa9k/s1600/7491571_ZzN2J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa4T1rYtZuM/TwXcmzURJ6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/tvk-gjkQa9k/s400/7491571_ZzN2J.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou uma LINDAAAAAAAAA !!! Estou orgulhosa de mim, até mais não!! Quando faço as coisas que devo e, não, tão somente as que me apetecem, o mundo ganha outra dimensão!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ e sigaaaa que amanhã é outro dia ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-1598428257970989328?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1598428257970989328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1598428257970989328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1598428257970989328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1598428257970989328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-conclusoes-para-o-dia-de-hojee-em.html' title='[ Das ] Conclusões para o dia de hoje...e, em jeito de adenda ao post anterior!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa4T1rYtZuM/TwXcmzURJ6I/AAAAAAAAA8E/tvk-gjkQa9k/s72-c/7491571_ZzN2J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5665175604716256225</id><published>2012-01-05T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:49:37.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Ânsias...ou de como um dia ainda vou bater com os sete costados ao inferno!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2vg7B4WOkM/TwWNE9pp4dI/AAAAAAAAA74/qKXJal92L4U/s1600/Hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2vg7B4WOkM/TwWNE9pp4dI/AAAAAAAAA74/qKXJal92L4U/s320/Hell.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então e eu não sei que não possoooooo [ ou que não devoooooooo ] ...então pois claro que sei... aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ..... mas, apetece-me tantoooooo ...senhoreeeeees....tanto&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[até já]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4755416510158118087-5665175604716256225?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5665175604716256225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5665175604716256225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5665175604716256225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5665175604716256225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-ansiasou-de-como-um-dia-ainda-vou.html' title='[ Das ] Ânsias...ou de como um dia ainda vou bater com os sete costados ao inferno!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2vg7B4WOkM/TwWNE9pp4dI/AAAAAAAAA74/qKXJal92L4U/s72-c/Hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2808975194793352484</id><published>2012-01-05T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:49:54.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Famosas despesas de inicio de ano ou o mesmo será dizer " as crianças são a alegria d' uma casa!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzG2BKxR6M/TwV8ll3BrPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/d-HmpvZuRMQ/s1600/29122010886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzG2BKxR6M/TwV8ll3BrPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/d-HmpvZuRMQ/s320/29122010886.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZdSzbCpJBs/TwV88gv1ARI/AAAAAAAAA7s/zgNc3kBtsMg/s1600/KEEP-CALM-AND-WRITE-A-BLOGR.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZdSzbCpJBs/TwV88gv1ARI/AAAAAAAAA7s/zgNc3kBtsMg/s320/KEEP-CALM-AND-WRITE-A-BLOGR.png" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É oficial aos 6 anos de idade Dona M. é pitosga [ tal como eu ], assim sendo daqui a uns dias passará a usar unas gaffas lindas de morrer e escolhidas depois de ter experimentado tudoooooooooooooooooo o que existia na loja!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ e quando o R. diz "não te queixes porque ela é um copy past da tua pessoa" está coberto de razão !! Colocou centenas de óculos sempre sozinha frente ao espelho, para depois informar " quero estes ... são os mais [confortávels]" assim sem mais opiniões alheias....]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desta forma e com desconto especial [por ser uma namorada dedicada] larguei lá nesta aventura 250 eurooooossssssssss ..................... estou que nem posso e agora vou ali orar ao&amp;nbsp;Santíssimo&amp;nbsp;Salvador que nos livre de mais despesas este mês sob pena de eu cortar os pulsos!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-2808975194793352484?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2808975194793352484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2808975194793352484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2808975194793352484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2808975194793352484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/das-famosas-despesas-de-inicio-de-ano.html' title='[ Das ] Famosas despesas de inicio de ano ou o mesmo será dizer &quot; as crianças são a alegria d&apos; uma casa!!!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDzG2BKxR6M/TwV8ll3BrPI/AAAAAAAAA7k/d-HmpvZuRMQ/s72-c/29122010886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5239083031528741896</id><published>2012-01-04T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T04:48:33.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Do ] Pedro Santos Guerreiro ou o mesmo será dizer mais um texto que se deve ler!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1gzDwfcrHI/TwRBvXrLTAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Z4wvsdDTyGo/s1600/D%25C3%25AA+a+quem+voc%25C3%25AA+ama....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1gzDwfcrHI/TwRBvXrLTAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Z4wvsdDTyGo/s320/D%25C3%25AA+a+quem+voc%25C3%25AA+ama....jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esta frase faz TODO o sentido, em qualquer momento... mas, para os próximos tempos, não se aplicará no que aos negócios concerne. Na realidade, existem raízes para voltar, no entanto, para já [ e não sejamos hipócritas] não existem motivos para ficar!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="com_shownews_lead paddingBottom20px" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0em; margin-top: 0em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1962530584"&gt;Estamos saturados de manhosos, desconfiados de moralistas, estamos sem ídolos, sem heróis, estamos encandeados pelos faróis dos que saltam para o lado do bem para escapar à turba contra o mal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="com_shownews_text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1962530584"&gt;Estamos saturados de manhosos, desconfiados de moralistas, estamos sem ídolos, sem heróis, estamos encandeados pelos faróis dos que saltam para o lado do bem para escapar à turba contra o mal. Quando apanhamos, abocanhamos. Estraçalhamos. Somos uma multidão furiosa. Às vezes, erramos. A família Soares dos Santos não está a fugir aos impostos. Mesmo se vai fugir ao País.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Só há um antídoto contra a especulação: a informação. É assustador ver tanta opinião instantânea sobre o que se desconhece. A sede de vingança tomou o lugar da fome de justiça. O problema não está na rua, nas redes sociais, nas esquinas dos desempregados. Está em quem tem a obrigação de saber do que fala. Do Parlamento, de&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;Ana Gomes&lt;/span&gt;, de António Capucho, dos que pedem boicotes ao&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;Pingo Doce&lt;/span&gt;(para comprar onde, já agora? No Continente da&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;Sonae&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;que tem praças na Holanda? No Lidl, que as tem na Alemanha?).&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A decisão da família Soares dos Santos pode ser criticada mas não pelas razões que ontem se ouviu. A&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;Jerónimo Martins&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;não vai pagar menos impostos. E a família que a controla também não - até porque já pagava poucos.&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Uma empresa tem lucro e paga IRC; depois distribui lucro pelos accionistas, que pagam IRC (se forem empresas) ou IRS (se forem particulares). Neste caso, a Jerónimo continua a pagar o mesmo IRC em Portugal (e na&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;Polónia&lt;/span&gt;); o seu accionista de controlo, a "holding" da família Soares dos Santos, transferiu-se para a Holanda. Por ter mais de 10% da Jerónimo, essa "holding" não pagava cá imposto sobre os&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;dividendos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;e continuará a não pagar lá. Já quando essa "holding" paga aos membros da família, cada um pagaria 25% de IRS cá - e pagará 25% lá. Com uma diferença: 10% são para a Holanda, 15% para Portugal.&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Porque tomou a família uma decisão que, sendo neutra para si, prejudica o Estado português? Pela estabilidade e eficácia fiscal de lá, que bate a portuguesa. Pelo acesso a financiamento, impossível cá. E porque a família tem planos de crescimento que não incluem Portugal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Aqueles que se escandalizaram ontem deviam ter-se comovido também quando, há um par de meses (como aqui foi escrito), a Jerónimo anunciou como iria investir 800 milhões de euros em 2012: 400 milhões da Colômbia, 300 na Polónia... e 100 milhões em Portugal. Isto sim, é sair de Portugal. E quando a Jerónimo investir na Colômbia, provavelmente vai fazê-lo também através da Holanda, onde se paga menos. Estes são problemas diferentes dos que ontem foram enunciados: a falta de atracção de investimento de Portugal; e a instabilidade fiscal, que muda leis como quem muda de camisa, afastando o capital.&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A família Espírito Santo tem sede no Luxemburgo. Belmiro lançou a OPA à PT a partir do Holanda. O investimento estrangeiro é feito de fora. Isabel dos Santos investe na&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; cursor: pointer; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;Zon&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;a partir de Malta. Queiroz Pereira tem os activos estrangeiros separados de Portugal. António Mota desabafa há dias que pode ter de criar uma sede fora de Portugal só para que a banca lhe empreste dinheiro. E a família Soares dos Santos tem um plano que não nos contou mas que ainda nos vai surpreender - feito com bancos estrangeiros e a partir da Holanda, que é uma plataforma fiscal mais favorável à internacionalização para fora do espaço europeu, uma vez que não há dupla tributação da Holanda para e do resto do mundo.&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;O que custa a engolir não é que Soares dos Santos tenha cortado o passado com Portugal, esse mantém-no e continua a pagar impostos. É que tenha cortado o futuro. É que tenha decidido investir fora daqui porque aqui não tem por onde crescer, para procurar lucros fora de Portugal, criar postos de trabalho fora de Portugal e, então sim, pagar impostos desse futuro fora de Portugal. Pensando bem, esse é um grande problema e é um problema nosso. Mas investir fora do País não é traição. É apenas desistir dele. E a Jerónimo já partiu para a Polónia há muitos, muitos anos - ou ninguém reparou?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1962530584"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornaldenegocios.pt/home.php?template=SHOWNEWS_V2&amp;amp;id=529417&amp;amp;pn=1"&gt;By Pedro Santos Guerreiro in Negócios Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5239083031528741896?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5239083031528741896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5239083031528741896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5239083031528741896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5239083031528741896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-pedro-santos-guerreiro-ou-o-mesmo.html' title='[ Do ] Pedro Santos Guerreiro ou o mesmo será dizer mais um texto que se deve ler!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1gzDwfcrHI/TwRBvXrLTAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Z4wvsdDTyGo/s72-c/D%25C3%25AA+a+quem+voc%25C3%25AA+ama....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5155251979061369798</id><published>2012-01-04T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T03:15:36.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;aminhamãenãoépura;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Minha MÃE... que por vezes me cega dos nervos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6ILNy2oZhw/TwQyVcs2nfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3YHJ8MaHoYE/s1600/semeu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6ILNy2oZhw/TwQyVcs2nfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3YHJ8MaHoYE/s320/semeu.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O que tenho eu a dizer da minha MÃE hoje ??!?! ....não é pura, é certo...por vezes, aborrece-me de morte, é uma verdade...outras vezes irrita-me tanto que penso [ cá para mim ] que só à cabeçada...mas, mesmo nestes momentos sinto e sei que ela é um dos AMORES MAIORES DA MINHA VIDA...uma coisa assim tão infindável que só me apetece es....borrachá-la com beijos melosos!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5155251979061369798?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5155251979061369798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5155251979061369798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5155251979061369798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5155251979061369798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-minha-mae-que-por-vezes-me-cega-dos.html' title='[ Da ] Minha MÃE... que por vezes me cega dos nervos!!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6ILNy2oZhw/TwQyVcs2nfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/3YHJ8MaHoYE/s72-c/semeu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2584653943564191853</id><published>2012-01-03T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:47:04.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coiasquedeixamnemseicomo; coisasminhascomoapolo'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpglJewFSY/TwLX_dysgKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HW4deCMher8/s1600/home-f1520a38ce2828e36a211e42619df42f_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpglJewFSY/TwLX_dysgKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HW4deCMher8/s1600/home-f1520a38ce2828e36a211e42619df42f_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...assaltas o meu dormir muita vez. Mais vezes do que poderia alguma vez supor. Chegas sem aviso prévio e tudo se torna teu como se fosse um direito adquirido. Quando acordo estou sempre a sorrir. Quando acordo ainda sinto o cheiro, o toque, o sorriso, o olhar tramado, a leveza que só sentia quando me pegavas ao colo e rodavas comigo como um miúdo. Quando acordo ainda me martelam na cabeça as palavras que me tenhas dito. Se isto me aborrece?!?! Na realidade, não. Se momentos existiram nos quais lutei para que não fosses uma presença tão constante, a verdade é que tomando consciência de que tal não era possível, habituei-me a este teu estar na minha vida... sempre ao longe...mas, sempre por perto. Esta sensação de proximidade enche-me de conforto, torna-me mesmo mais forte. Sei o quanto secretamente te orgulhas de mim. Sei que sabes que foi segura nas tuas mãos que a minha alma se resgatou do inferno. Sei que sabes porque te chamo de [ meu anjo ]. E, se existem verdades nesta vida, uma delas é que nunca tinha chegado aqui se não fosses tu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2584653943564191853?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2584653943564191853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2584653943564191853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2584653943564191853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2584653943564191853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-sonhos.html' title='[ Dos ] Sonhos...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXpglJewFSY/TwLX_dysgKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HW4deCMher8/s72-c/home-f1520a38ce2828e36a211e42619df42f_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4445549917039453937</id><published>2011-12-30T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T04:19:53.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Que termina directamente para o que começa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ET7hAwnKGaQ/Tv2W8ImNPgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4DmkwM74DZU/s1600/401368_278098158905510_144133028968691_698016_2081585819_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ET7hAwnKGaQ/Tv2W8ImNPgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4DmkwM74DZU/s400/401368_278098158905510_144133028968691_698016_2081585819_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_9LqeXc0-w/Tv2YXrf2XWI/AAAAAAAAA60/kvLhTYJdgZE/s1600/398939_1712195741909_1748637076_863374_292260282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_9LqeXc0-w/Tv2YXrf2XWI/AAAAAAAAA60/kvLhTYJdgZE/s400/398939_1712195741909_1748637076_863374_292260282_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Eu sei que o ano só acaba amanhã, mas, &amp;nbsp;na verdade amanhã espero passar o dia com a actividade cerebral reduzida aos&amp;nbsp;mínimos...assim sendo partilho já hoje o que me vai cá por dentro...&amp;nbsp;]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Termino 2011 plena de gratidão. Foi um ano&amp;nbsp;ímpar de concretizações que rivaliza com 2009 o ano de tantas das minhas conquistas pessoais. Neste ano ímpar, que passou num ápice, concretizei muito do que secretamente desejava. Como mãe sei que a minha dedicação e a minha "dureza" deram frutos&amp;nbsp;cheirosos e doces. Como filha fui serena, companheira de todos os minutos e recebi o AMOR que só ali existe. Como mulher deixei-me amar, curar, querer, nutrir e que tudo isto me fez descobrir uma mulher algures perdida em mim e que nem por sombras sabia existir. Como amiga fui o melhor que consegui ser, muitas vezes presente mas, muitas vezes ausente. Como profissional ousei desbravar mais caminho e sem atalhos sei que encontrei o trilho certo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tanta coisa feita em 2011 ...mas...tanta coisa a fazer...a melhorar em 2012!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;De 2012 todos terão uma péssima impressão. Mas, cá bem por dentro tenho para mim que 2012 vai permitir consolidar o menos bom. Ajudará a que estejamos mais atentos ao próximo. Fará com que aprendamos a transformar as nossas fraquezas em fortalezas. Certamente, criará em nós a capacidade de valorizarmos mais as pequenas coisas. Tudo isto pode até parecer utópico mas, eu tenciono fazer de tudo isto um motor de arranque para mais 12 meses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Acreditar cada vez mais em mim e em quem me rodeia. Solidificar ainda mais a minha&amp;nbsp;família.&amp;nbsp; Ser cada vez mais atenta e interventiva socialmente. Aceitar os desafios e as demandas do universo com serenidade, coragem e capacidade cognitiva. Procurar que os dois pontos de mim se toquem, ou que pelo menos se continuem a aproximar, porque disso depende tudo o resto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Prontos para mais uma viagem?!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que sim porque, a vós, desejo tudo o que de mais fabuloso a vida tenha para vos oferecer!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e.... um grande beeeeemmm-hajaaaa, como diz o Sr Pratas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-4445549917039453937?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4445549917039453937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4445549917039453937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4445549917039453937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4445549917039453937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-que-termina-directamente-para-o-que.html' title='[ Do ] Que termina directamente para o que começa!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ET7hAwnKGaQ/Tv2W8ImNPgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4DmkwM74DZU/s72-c/401368_278098158905510_144133028968691_698016_2081585819_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2168707576897139402</id><published>2011-12-30T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:31:49.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisaspararebolarderir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigosparasempre'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Sr Pratas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0aK4wkMS60/Tv2QlogVvFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/RudkHua2cQc/s1600/34552763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0aK4wkMS60/Tv2QlogVvFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/RudkHua2cQc/s400/34552763.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Encontrei o Sr Pratas logo pela manhã, com a sua boina, o seu capote alentejano, os seus cabelos brancos , o sorriso de sempre e os&amp;nbsp;boletins&amp;nbsp;do euromilhões na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Bom Diaaaa Sr Pratas!! Vai jogar no Euromilhões?!?! Não me diga que também quer ficar um&amp;nbsp;excêntrico&amp;nbsp;milionário??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Ohh menina eu não!! Vou mesmo só ajudar os outros que eu com esta idade tenho dinheiro que já não o gasto...!!! Hoje se me sair é todo para si!! Bom dia menina e um bem-haja para os paizinhos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ é um querido o Sr Pratas........um amor de senhor ... gosto mesmo dele pahh!!! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2168707576897139402?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2168707576897139402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2168707576897139402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2168707576897139402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2168707576897139402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-sr-pratas.html' title='[ Do ] Sr Pratas!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0aK4wkMS60/Tv2QlogVvFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/RudkHua2cQc/s72-c/34552763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3529341986686081478</id><published>2011-12-29T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:30:12.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Ensinamentos da maternidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0hfOpc5iY/Tvy6SKMOS5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/P6MOWfxog2Q/s1600/imagesCAX2I4OG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0hfOpc5iY/Tvy6SKMOS5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/P6MOWfxog2Q/s320/imagesCAX2I4OG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faço tudo para os ter seguros e a salvo. Quando acho que não aguento mais...por eles, consigo sempre um pouco mais ou outro tanto se preciso for. Quando a situação grita por pânico, eu consigo ser a mais serena das criaturas ainda que isso me custe as entranhas. Que quando crescem e nos desafiam nas mais diversas áreas, o conceito de parentalidade responsável e positiva assume o seu real estatuto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-3529341986686081478?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3529341986686081478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3529341986686081478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3529341986686081478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3529341986686081478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/dos-ensinamentos-da-maternidade.html' title='[ Dos ] Ensinamentos da maternidade...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jS0hfOpc5iY/Tvy6SKMOS5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/P6MOWfxog2Q/s72-c/imagesCAX2I4OG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6033445452834819571</id><published>2011-12-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:46:45.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Saberes de mim...como sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DxjhY3Rx9xI/Tvuf3ERgX5I/AAAAAAAAA54/FTRMD4NvJ-0/s1600/carrie_big__Photo_by_Craig_Blankenhorn_--_New_Line_Cinema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DxjhY3Rx9xI/Tvuf3ERgX5I/AAAAAAAAA54/FTRMD4NvJ-0/s320/carrie_big__Photo_by_Craig_Blankenhorn_--_New_Line_Cinema.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...sabes de mim. Conheces-me os jeitos. Conheces-me as entoações faladas e escritas. Conheces-me as brusquidões. Conheces-me as pausas. Por todo este saber de mim que tens, sabes que quando o mundo me deixa exausta, eu fico, pura e simplesmente, exausta de saudades tuas. E, quando murmuras ao meu ouvido " descansa... daqui a não muitas horas vai ser sexta-feira " ... é porque sabes que toda a minha exaustão passa quando encosto a minha testa ao teu peito para dormir...é porque sabes que é nos nossos cuidados que cada vez mais recarregamos as bolsas de oxigénio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dorme bem meu amor!&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/4755416510158118087-6033445452834819571?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6033445452834819571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6033445452834819571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6033445452834819571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6033445452834819571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-saberes-de-mimcomo-sabes.html' title='[ Do ] Saberes de mim...como sabes...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DxjhY3Rx9xI/Tvuf3ERgX5I/AAAAAAAAA54/FTRMD4NvJ-0/s72-c/carrie_big__Photo_by_Craig_Blankenhorn_--_New_Line_Cinema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6852660800742451897</id><published>2011-12-28T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:49:54.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;aminhamãenãoépura;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] TPM &amp; [ Da ] Minha MÃE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HBmGZQqm9U/Tvsq0WC5glI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oq-y2wqQKr8/s1600/206654_10150161956818778_175555518777_6815080_6352736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HBmGZQqm9U/Tvsq0WC5glI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oq-y2wqQKr8/s320/206654_10150161956818778_175555518777_6815080_6352736_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Duas breves conclusões após esta hora de almoço:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;* Esta que vos escreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;TPM é para lá de terrorista quiça uma guerrilheira kamikaze!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;* A minha MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; TPM é muitooooo pior que eu...fará mesmo com que eu pareça uma santa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ps: Para o cardiologista do Rei-Pai [ tadinho ] dois pedidos : Tenha sempre agenda e mais stent's preparados! Obrigadinhoooosss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6852660800742451897?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6852660800742451897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6852660800742451897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6852660800742451897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6852660800742451897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-tpm-da-minha-mae.html' title='[ Da ] TPM &amp; [ Da ] Minha MÃE!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HBmGZQqm9U/Tvsq0WC5glI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oq-y2wqQKr8/s72-c/206654_10150161956818778_175555518777_6815080_6352736_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1888314992093418368</id><published>2011-12-28T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T03:31:24.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laisermoivivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feitiodamerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Caminho mais longo...desta vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBoX96a6Bqo/Tvr5vAOnM-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/adTBTsoL6pc/s1600/7568269_sctkV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBoX96a6Bqo/Tvr5vAOnM-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/adTBTsoL6pc/s1600/7568269_sctkV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_2q5XMNBic/Tvr50TXxTCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4EdsVST3L6I/s1600/7556147_FcQPZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_2q5XMNBic/Tvr50TXxTCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4EdsVST3L6I/s320/7556147_FcQPZ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diz a ciência que a distância do ponto A ao ponto B é sempre a mesma que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;separa o ponto B do &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ponto A. Digo eu [ que sou do contra, já diz alguém...] que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nem sempre assim o é. O caminho que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;percorro no regresso a casa, é,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;invariavelmente mais longo. É neste caminho mais longo que, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;melhor e o pior&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;da vida são absorvidos. É neste caminho mais longo que reajusto as velas. É&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;neste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;caminho mais longo que me acrescento todos os dias. É neste caminho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mais longo que no hoje ... [re ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;desenho o amanhã. Assim tem sido...sempre no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;caminho mais longo e uma das verdades desta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vida, daquelas que encerro cá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;por dentro, é que sempre assim será.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1888314992093418368?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1888314992093418368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1888314992093418368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1888314992093418368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1888314992093418368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-caminho-mais-longodesta-vida.html' title='[ Do ] Caminho mais longo...desta vida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBoX96a6Bqo/Tvr5vAOnM-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/adTBTsoL6pc/s72-c/7568269_sctkV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5685107272441772501</id><published>2011-12-24T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:32:57.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemeenchemocoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalices;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Que esta família vos deseja para hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTtC4VVTWes/TvX95ieILqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VhWrTWuL-3s/s1600/DSC00109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTtC4VVTWes/TvX95ieILqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VhWrTWuL-3s/s400/DSC00109.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #990000; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;...poraqui, hoje, essencialmente, partilhamos sentimentos :) !! Assim sendo,cada um de nós escolheu uma emoção para vos desejar... A M.deseja Calor no Coração...o V. deseja uma noite de HarmoniaFamiliar...a B. deseja uma noite cheia de Amor e euzinha desejo-vos um Natalrepleto de Luz, Paz e sentido de Gratidão... e, de tudo isto se compôeo nosso Cabaz de Emoções !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5685107272441772501?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5685107272441772501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5685107272441772501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5685107272441772501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5685107272441772501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-que-esta-familia-vos-deseja-para.html' title='[ Do ] Que esta família vos deseja para hoje...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTtC4VVTWes/TvX95ieILqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/VhWrTWuL-3s/s72-c/DSC00109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5008619526186261932</id><published>2011-12-24T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:25:30.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalices;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Postais de Natal mai lindos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEiGhPfjr64/TvX8Av6FUNI/AAAAAAAAA44/9TxO8OO-qEY/s1600/DSC00125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEiGhPfjr64/TvX8Av6FUNI/AAAAAAAAA44/9TxO8OO-qEY/s320/DSC00125.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb854G3ozfU/TvX8EAWCTtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AZw78lAa9YU/s1600/DSC00126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb854G3ozfU/TvX8EAWCTtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AZw78lAa9YU/s320/DSC00126.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olha o Postal de Natal Quadripolar ......e, trazia GOOOOOOMAAAAASSSS !!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigado Ruben e feliz ...feliz Natal!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[e........ avé POLO NORTE !!!!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5008619526186261932?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5008619526186261932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5008619526186261932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5008619526186261932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5008619526186261932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/dos-postais-de-natal-mai-lindos.html' title='[ Dos ] Postais de Natal mai lindos!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEiGhPfjr64/TvX8Av6FUNI/AAAAAAAAA44/9TxO8OO-qEY/s72-c/DSC00125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3254798517335132256</id><published>2011-12-24T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T03:05:44.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laisermoivivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feitiodamerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedavamumfilme; coisas que não sei se ria se chore;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] MIGUEL GONÇALVES ou o mesmo será dizer ...[ das ] inspirações desta vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M_f6Txwc-kk?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Podia passar horas a ouvi-lo. O Miguel inspira-me. O Miguel faz-me soltar gargalhadas sentidas. Mas, ainda mais importante que isso. O Miguel faz-me ter a certeza que não sou tão louca assim, ou... que talvez seja mas, que ser como sou me dá uma gana de viver do catanoooooo [ não era isto que me apetecia escrever ...mas, diz que é Natal...]. Ao tomar a decisão de comprar a empresa onde trabalhava, o mundo passou a dividir-se em duas metades. De um lado a metade que está sempre no meu backup, que me conhece, que está ciente do meu grau de responsabilidade, que está ciente daquelas que são as minhas capacidades de trabalho, dedicação, determinação, empenho, força de viver [ ou o que lhe queiram chamar ], que se desdobra em ajuda, em encorajamento fidedigno. Do outro lado, os outros... " estás louca!?!...como é que investes a tua vida numa altura destas....quem é que compra uma empresa ainda não totalmente sustentável quando o pais está uma miséria...és uma ambiciosa..." e outras merdas que tais. E, depois lá refundido a um canto está um outro grupo...o grupo das mulas desta vida...fazem-se amiguinhos e dão palavras de incentivo e ficam de longe a observar, com um sorriso de hiena filha da puta, ali expectantes que caia, que me estatele, que foda a vidinha toda, para que depois se possam rir a bom rir. Assim sendo e em jeito de mensagem de Noel tenho umas palavrinhas a dizer [ ou escrever neste caso ] . Ao primeiro grupo GRATIDÃO é a única palavra que me ocorre porque sem vós nada do que consegui em três anos seria alguma vez possível. Ao segundo grupo digo que entendo as vossas preocupações e assim....mas, não somos todos iguais e contrariamente ao sol que nos aquece, a função pública e outros demais empregos 9h / 17h quando nasceram não foi para todos, digo-vos que não é fácil mas que é possível e relembro uma frase aprendida na faculdade e ensinada por um PROFESSOR com uma vida plena " em tempo de guerra, existem os que choram...e ...os que vendem os lenços". Aos restantes refundidos só me ocorre uma coisa ..... ide pró caralhinhooooooooooooooooo ...obrigado e fiquem por lá!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ eu sei que não devia escrever palavrões e assim porque é Natal e coiso mas, fico doidaaaaaaaaaaaaa... senhoreees ............. doidaaaaaaaaaaaaa]&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/4755416510158118087-3254798517335132256?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3254798517335132256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3254798517335132256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3254798517335132256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3254798517335132256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-miguel-goncalves-ou-o-mesmo-sera.html' title='[ Do ] MIGUEL GONÇALVES ou o mesmo será dizer ...[ das ] inspirações desta vida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M_f6Txwc-kk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7410003180050991599</id><published>2011-12-23T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:18:45.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasdonossoeu;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Presentes desta vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lflgr491W1U/TvSgt44fJ8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/p4gO6Wd3umQ/s1600/escada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lflgr491W1U/TvSgt44fJ8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/p4gO6Wd3umQ/s1600/escada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...o R. é sempre dedicado nos presentes que me oferece e este não foi excepção...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" ...a primeira vez que o cheirei... percebi que este cheiro eras tu...!!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[...e, pronto.....fico toda derretidaaaaaaa]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-7410003180050991599?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7410003180050991599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7410003180050991599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7410003180050991599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7410003180050991599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/dos-presentes-desta-vida.html' title='[ Dos ] Presentes desta vida...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lflgr491W1U/TvSgt44fJ8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/p4gO6Wd3umQ/s72-c/escada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1085303497593983449</id><published>2011-12-23T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T02:33:35.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laisermoivivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MulherNoSeuTodo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ De ] Deus !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aR67NI8xt4A/TvRVu6twFqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NA9z8RMc-TQ/s1600/398939_1712195741909_1748637076_863374_292260282_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aR67NI8xt4A/TvRVu6twFqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NA9z8RMc-TQ/s1600/398939_1712195741909_1748637076_863374_292260282_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos os dias Deus nos dá um momento em que é possível mudar tudo que nos deixa infelizes. O&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;instante mágico é o momento em que um sim ou um não pode mudar toda a nossa existência."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Segundo &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://amoralinda.blogspot.com/"&gt;[ ela, Tita Maria ]&lt;/a&gt; o autor desta frase é desconhecido mas, de facto, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;esta frase&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;representa uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;das verdades desta vida. Quanto a mim adapto-a um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pouco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque, na realidade, "instante mágico" é somente e tão somente, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nossa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;reacção interior a esse &amp;nbsp;" sim ... não " com que nos defrontamos, porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;outra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;das verdades desta vida é que as coisas só nos afectam na forma e na&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;medida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que interiormente permitimos!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4755416510158118087-1085303497593983449?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1085303497593983449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1085303497593983449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1085303497593983449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1085303497593983449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-deus.html' title='[ De ] Deus !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aR67NI8xt4A/TvRVu6twFqI/AAAAAAAAA4g/NA9z8RMc-TQ/s72-c/398939_1712195741909_1748637076_863374_292260282_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8044664509454057849</id><published>2011-12-22T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:57:44.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Natais do nosso EU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rZ4UaFcbnR0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...e, assim...pleno de dedicação...pleno de ternura...pleno de generosidade...pleno de um AMOR que construímos todos os dias...este será o segundo Natal que partilhamos!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-8044664509454057849?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8044664509454057849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8044664509454057849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8044664509454057849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8044664509454057849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/dos-natais-do-nosso-eu.html' title='[ Dos ] Natais do nosso EU!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rZ4UaFcbnR0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8426254201500885265</id><published>2011-12-21T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:47:13.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Aristóteles!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rtey2Et0Dk/TvHF8EO44BI/AAAAAAAAA4U/0nabRjCTi3M/s1600/318470_216289221764033_157874747605481_605953_2076681127_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rtey2Et0Dk/TvHF8EO44BI/AAAAAAAAA4U/0nabRjCTi3M/s1600/318470_216289221764033_157874747605481_605953_2076681127_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se bem me lembro diz [ ou dizia ] o Aristóteles que " amamos mais aquilo que com mais esforço conseguimos".... ora e digo eu " améeeeeemmmm ....assim seja...." !!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aiiiiiiiiiiii senhores isto não é fácil [ mas, catanoooooooooooooooo também não é impossível ]!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8426254201500885265?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8426254201500885265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8426254201500885265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8426254201500885265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8426254201500885265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-aristoteles.html' title='[ Do ] Aristóteles!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rtey2Et0Dk/TvHF8EO44BI/AAAAAAAAA4U/0nabRjCTi3M/s72-c/318470_216289221764033_157874747605481_605953_2076681127_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8460085371085670588</id><published>2011-12-20T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:13:09.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;aminhamãenãoépura;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquenãoseiseriasechore;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Cronologia do coração do Rei-Pai !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD3szYsb0SU/TvCh44U_fEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/d8c-Ka1Gi8Q/s1600/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD3szYsb0SU/TvCh44U_fEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/d8c-Ka1Gi8Q/s320/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ora então vejamos. Sabemos que já andava achacado do coração à imenso tempo. Sabemos que é teimoso como uma mula e não queria ir ao cardiologista. Marcada a consulta após um ultimato, lá foi ontem com um ar de quem já não voltava. Na realidade, quase que não voltava porque ao que parece ia se apagando durante os exames. Resultado.... amanhã dará entrada no Hospital para fazer um cataterismo e a correr bem regressa na quinta-feira...coisa simples [ dizem eles]... coisa simples [ espero eu ]. Os netos ficaram apreensivos. A Rainha-Mãe, que sofre de um [ amor de perdição ], está que não se aguenta. O Rei-Pai já anda a verificar contas e documentação e a deixar tudo organizado [ isto porque segundo ele " sabe-se lá se volta" ] E, eu......estendo os braços... acudo ao pessoal e lá para sexta-feira começo a fazer descer os níveis de adrenalina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No entretanto vou berrando por aqui............!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!! ]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-8460085371085670588?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8460085371085670588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8460085371085670588' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8460085371085670588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8460085371085670588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-cronologia-do-coracao-do-rei-pai.html' title='[ Da ] Cronologia do coração do Rei-Pai !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD3szYsb0SU/TvCh44U_fEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/d8c-Ka1Gi8Q/s72-c/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4414995174514780846</id><published>2011-12-20T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T03:07:19.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazembem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Chocolate...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2hO8yfurCc/TvBpLbx6KZI/AAAAAAAAA38/HpQgZ_FgoEQ/s1600/Chocolate+Care.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2hO8yfurCc/TvBpLbx6KZI/AAAAAAAAA38/HpQgZ_FgoEQ/s400/Chocolate+Care.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...e, quem disse que o CHOCOLATE é um prazer, simplesmente, proibido !?!?! ... não poderei discordar mais. Por estes dias aqui pelo nosso [ mundo] ele tem sido rei e senhor. Servido em forma de bombons. Utilizado em envolvimentos&amp;nbsp;redutores. Inebriantemente aplicado na envolvente Massagem Chocolate Candle Oil. Aromaticamente libertado na essência das velas. Se gosto de chocolateeeeeeeeeee ??!?! Sim. Muitooo!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-4414995174514780846?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4414995174514780846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4414995174514780846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4414995174514780846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4414995174514780846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-chocolate.html' title='[ Do ] Chocolate...!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2hO8yfurCc/TvBpLbx6KZI/AAAAAAAAA38/HpQgZ_FgoEQ/s72-c/Chocolate+Care.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7284753449549069452</id><published>2011-12-19T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T04:34:49.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Do ] Nokia N9 ...Show Yourself!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gfE3B6L-Otw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...e, pronto Pai Natal ......... então, passei mesmo só para partilhar  isto contigo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atentamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com os melhores cumprimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princesa Tagarela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7284753449549069452?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7284753449549069452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7284753449549069452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7284753449549069452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7284753449549069452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-nokia-n9-show-yourself.html' title='[ Do ] Nokia N9 ...Show Yourself!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gfE3B6L-Otw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4195707019732603875</id><published>2011-12-17T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:03:20.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Puras verdades desta vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3i0QvalMDQ/Tuys6613lKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/1Az9vpGvfVY/s1600/DSC00117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3i0QvalMDQ/Tuys6613lKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/1Az9vpGvfVY/s400/DSC00117.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrqFOV9RhxQ/TuytD8f2rSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/PWtPTFEBRbc/s1600/collin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrqFOV9RhxQ/TuytD8f2rSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/PWtPTFEBRbc/s400/collin1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Saber que, das nossas mãos, existem [vidas] que&amp;nbsp;saem mais serenas, mais cuidadas. Sentir que damos o nosso melhor a cada momento e, que, isso nos coloca sempre e cada vez mais próximos do que desejamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-4195707019732603875?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4195707019732603875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4195707019732603875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4195707019732603875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4195707019732603875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-puras-verdades-desta-vida.html' title='[ Das ] Puras verdades desta vida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3i0QvalMDQ/Tuys6613lKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/1Az9vpGvfVY/s72-c/DSC00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2919173892550717047</id><published>2011-12-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:52:07.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pouconatalicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ De ] Quando tudo parece muito mau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_mecKHkq2c/TuyBLDglBuI/AAAAAAAAA3U/yakvmqDyLb4/s1600/7568269_sctkV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_mecKHkq2c/TuyBLDglBuI/AAAAAAAAA3U/yakvmqDyLb4/s1600/7568269_sctkV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3qoOzBKp3E/TuyBMhbS5fI/AAAAAAAAA3c/X5ynZHgB0Lo/s1600/99649_36220_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3qoOzBKp3E/TuyBMhbS5fI/AAAAAAAAA3c/X5ynZHgB0Lo/s320/99649_36220_a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...resta-me a capacidade de entrar dentro de mim...resta-me a capacidade de respirar compassadamente...resta-me a capacidade de olhar de relance para os estilhaços...resta-me a capacidade &amp;nbsp;de [re] encontrar sempre algo capaz de me devolver o sorriso!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2919173892550717047?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2919173892550717047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2919173892550717047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2919173892550717047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2919173892550717047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-quando-tudo-parece-muito-mau.html' title='[ De ] Quando tudo parece muito mau...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_mecKHkq2c/TuyBLDglBuI/AAAAAAAAA3U/yakvmqDyLb4/s72-c/7568269_sctkV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7547793471175405862</id><published>2011-12-16T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:08:04.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemedeixamdoida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; 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Uma semana repleta de acontecimentos. Uma semana cheia de tudo. Uma semana cheia de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ por vezes sabia-me pela vida que tudo fosse mais fácil. por vezes sabia-me pela vida que tudo fosse menos tortuoso. arrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7547793471175405862?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7547793471175405862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7547793471175405862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7547793471175405862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7547793471175405862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-semanas-que-parecem-meses-de-tao.html' title='[ Das ] Semanas que parecem meses de tão imensas que são!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NaohUhGQR_A/TuuTIBRgkeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ZrYrcrwS_iA/s72-c/382854_10150552703063345_28939438344_11727815_1371976069_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6773634354732412417</id><published>2011-12-16T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:12:33.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Das ] Minhas M***** com o cabelo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9oMMhFl_8g/Tus0nbY2U8I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pczuvKMqO7c/s1600/2cd088c73371e7812e4fc3068a3d063c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9oMMhFl_8g/Tus0nbY2U8I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pczuvKMqO7c/s1600/2cd088c73371e7812e4fc3068a3d063c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;O meu cabelo está, quase, &amp;nbsp;para mim, como estaria, para o Sansão, o cabelinho do dito. Diferenças?!?! Ele perdeu a força quando lhe cortaram a trunfa. Eu perco a força só de pensar que o tenho de cortar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6773634354732412417?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6773634354732412417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6773634354732412417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6773634354732412417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6773634354732412417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-minhas-m-com-o-cabelo.html' title='[ Das ] Minhas M***** com o cabelo!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9oMMhFl_8g/Tus0nbY2U8I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pczuvKMqO7c/s72-c/2cd088c73371e7812e4fc3068a3d063c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-779941207588897930</id><published>2011-12-13T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:10:26.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Blogues por onde me perco ... embevecida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_921376778" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wA9vAKKskWo/TufaHevHjvI/AAAAAAAAA28/UvbrwKvG0N8/s320/360%25C2%25BA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mae360photo.blogspot.com/"&gt;[ liiiiiinnnnnnnnnndooooooooooooooo]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-779941207588897930?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/779941207588897930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=779941207588897930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/779941207588897930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/779941207588897930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/liiiiiinnnnnnnnnndooooooooooooooo.html' title='[ Dos ] Blogues por onde me perco ... embevecida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wA9vAKKskWo/TufaHevHjvI/AAAAAAAAA28/UvbrwKvG0N8/s72-c/360%25C2%25BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4746097200801222880</id><published>2011-12-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:50:14.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazembem'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Verdades ...ou fórmulas secretas desta vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mV7xhIfPvOo/TuZVMf-Ka4I/AAAAAAAAA20/tKd-v9MVIzM/s1600/Comprimidos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mV7xhIfPvOo/TuZVMf-Ka4I/AAAAAAAAA20/tKd-v9MVIzM/s320/Comprimidos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...existem pessoas que nos entram [ porta a dentro ] e, com tal simplicidade, nos fazem perceber que, nestas coisas, a fórmula secreta é tão somente isto ...&amp;nbsp;assim, simples!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;"Os grandes amores são os que se constroem diariamente, com interajuda e solidariedade, com altruísmo e partilha, com intimidade e compreensão, com espírito de sacrifício e amizade, com paixão e dedicação, com lealdade e fidelidade. Amar alguém é tudo isso. E tudo isto se faz com gestos, tudo isto se faz com palavras, tudo isto se faz, sobretudo, com o coração e com a razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;No amor, muitas vezes, não basta amar, é preciso saber amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oarrumadinho.clix.pt/"&gt;By O Arrumadinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Pode até parecer&amp;nbsp;difícil,&amp;nbsp;mas, não é de todo impossível!!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-4746097200801222880?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4746097200801222880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4746097200801222880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4746097200801222880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4746097200801222880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-verdades-ou-formulas-secretas-desta.html' title='[ Das ] Verdades ...ou fórmulas secretas desta vida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mV7xhIfPvOo/TuZVMf-Ka4I/AAAAAAAAA20/tKd-v9MVIzM/s72-c/Comprimidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6944710236333574886</id><published>2011-12-10T03:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T03:39:18.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Simples !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARNYJWQM8Dg/TuNEHF1K5BI/AAAAAAAAA2s/h21AWNCIhfc/s1600/simplesmente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARNYJWQM8Dg/TuNEHF1K5BI/AAAAAAAAA2s/h21AWNCIhfc/s400/simplesmente.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... and make people happier!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6944710236333574886?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6944710236333574886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6944710236333574886' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6944710236333574886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6944710236333574886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-simples.html' title='[ Do ] Simples !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARNYJWQM8Dg/TuNEHF1K5BI/AAAAAAAAA2s/h21AWNCIhfc/s72-c/simplesmente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5734758330164740834</id><published>2011-12-09T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:43:01.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Das ] Mães !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9d7BsMdBWKs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...e, pronto é só isto... [ isto e a preocupação que me assola desde que liguei à Rainha-Mãe ...percebi que estava a chorar e, duas horas depois, ainda não consegui arrancar-lhe uma palavra...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5734758330164740834?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5734758330164740834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5734758330164740834' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5734758330164740834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5734758330164740834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-maes.html' title='[ Das ] Mães !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9d7BsMdBWKs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8186147670922334692</id><published>2011-12-09T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:13:15.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Meu pedido para hoje, querido Universo...calma... que não te vou pedir o Euromilhões!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtQnmCQVDAA/TuH89fVXBKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/P5upNJKBNso/s1600/33794_187960264553667_129255280424166_748183_5694997_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtQnmCQVDAA/TuH89fVXBKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/P5upNJKBNso/s1600/33794_187960264553667_129255280424166_748183_5694997_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFJGW4VOfzk/TuH9A5Ww2jI/AAAAAAAAA2c/IWIEH5rp8JY/s1600/73450_490508219739_145623594739_7054165_6236961_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFJGW4VOfzk/TuH9A5Ww2jI/AAAAAAAAA2c/IWIEH5rp8JY/s1600/73450_490508219739_145623594739_7054165_6236961_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[&amp;nbsp;Aaaaaaiiiii querido Universo...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hoje, dei um passo importante, um passo importante no caminho da concretização dos sonhos renovados...a ti, peço toda a luz e energia com que tanta vez me envolves...sei que sou uma chatinha..vá...muito chata...&amp;nbsp;mas, sou uma chata com um coração de ouro...tu sabes...por agora é tudo... obrigadinho e até logo!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8186147670922334692?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8186147670922334692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8186147670922334692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8186147670922334692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8186147670922334692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-meu-pedido-para-hoje-querido.html' title='[ Do ] Meu pedido para hoje, querido Universo...calma... que não te vou pedir o Euromilhões!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtQnmCQVDAA/TuH89fVXBKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/P5upNJKBNso/s72-c/33794_187960264553667_129255280424166_748183_5694997_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4153206661972956293</id><published>2011-12-09T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T04:18:31.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ De ] pois temos isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uS4g-IJUUvo/TuH3WHp54sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5mciPizsR98/s1600/Active+Life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uS4g-IJUUvo/TuH3WHp54sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5mciPizsR98/s320/Active+Life.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eehO94-DV_0/TuH3Yvf-y4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/svGzHZnoyXE/s1600/Cascata_0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eehO94-DV_0/TuH3Yvf-y4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/svGzHZnoyXE/s320/Cascata_0307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ter trabalhado para lá destas portas automáticas, já o disse e continuo a dizer, foi das melhores coisas que me aconteceram na vida. Para lá destas portas automáticas aprendi&amp;nbsp;tanto...senhoreeeess...tanto.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O tanto que surgiu na minha vida, na vida que quase não era vida. Acabada de sair de um casamento que quase me matou por dentro e por fora. Acabada de chegar a um mundo do qual me tinha isolado e um mundo que deixei, lentamente de conhecer. Um mundo ao qual estava ávida por regressar. Para lá das portas automáticas acrescentei-me como profissional mas, acima de tudo [ re ] aprendi a amar-me e respeitar-me. Neste [ re ] prender acrescentei-me não só como mulher, mas também, como ser humano e ainda hoje vivo rodeada de pessoas fantásticas que o Universo me colocou no caminho nessa fase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...será que era pedir muito que estas portas façam parte da minha vida...again ?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-4153206661972956293?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4153206661972956293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4153206661972956293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4153206661972956293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4153206661972956293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-pois-temos-isto.html' title='[ De ] pois temos isto...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uS4g-IJUUvo/TuH3WHp54sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5mciPizsR98/s72-c/Active+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7738754526273169181</id><published>2011-12-08T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:33:43.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MulherNoSeuTodo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ]  Que acredito!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEVWBy1OU0U/TuDI7ZYzptI/AAAAAAAAA18/XPGABbzCNa8/s1600/I+believe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEVWBy1OU0U/TuDI7ZYzptI/AAAAAAAAA18/XPGABbzCNa8/s400/I+believe.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;... acredito, também, que a força do AMOR incondicional move tudo !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;[ hoje, nesta família comemoramos verdadeiramente o DIA DA MÃE e a maternidade faz de mim 90% do que sou como MULHER ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7738754526273169181?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7738754526273169181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7738754526273169181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7738754526273169181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7738754526273169181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-que-acredito.html' title='[ Do ]  Que acredito!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEVWBy1OU0U/TuDI7ZYzptI/AAAAAAAAA18/XPGABbzCNa8/s72-c/I+believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6573502432314949178</id><published>2011-12-07T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:46:03.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedavamumfilme; coisasquemedeixamdoida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Dias importantes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDhnJVQg8NM/Tt-r-_NVC6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/t3btN2ItZHM/s1600/tumblr_leotw8Fm2p1qzfpyto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDhnJVQg8NM/Tt-r-_NVC6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/t3btN2ItZHM/s320/tumblr_leotw8Fm2p1qzfpyto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l25DtHNwGeo/Tt-sDVktoTI/AAAAAAAAA10/qVStRTv_8Hc/s1600/tumblr_lcwwoieQz41qc1sawo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l25DtHNwGeo/Tt-sDVktoTI/AAAAAAAAA10/qVStRTv_8Hc/s1600/tumblr_lcwwoieQz41qc1sawo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dia 8 de Dezembro é sinónimo de decorações de Natal &amp;amp; Afins. Certa que será um dia de alvoroço com toda a minha gente a pôr e&amp;nbsp;dispor. Certa que será um dia daqueles de encher o coração. Certa que apesar de ter tido anos com um interior pouco natalício, essa predisposição se começa a alterar. Certa que, ainda que lentamente, um qualquer dia destes irei voltar a gostar do Natal tal qual gostava quando era menina, aquela menina repleta de sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6573502432314949178?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6573502432314949178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6573502432314949178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6573502432314949178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6573502432314949178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/dos-dias-importantes.html' title='[ Dos ] Dias importantes!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDhnJVQg8NM/Tt-r-_NVC6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/t3btN2ItZHM/s72-c/tumblr_leotw8Fm2p1qzfpyto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6447686303794232323</id><published>2011-12-06T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:19:30.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigosparasempre'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Meu 37º Aniversaire !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEjJEQ6JyN4/Tt5lSrWY_gI/AAAAAAAAA1k/KoDPEdD_F7k/s1600/Love_music_believe_dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEjJEQ6JyN4/Tt5lSrWY_gI/AAAAAAAAA1k/KoDPEdD_F7k/s320/Love_music_believe_dream.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Permiti-me viver 24h memoráaaaaaaveis. Nestas 24h constatei o óbvio. Que sou uma abençoada. Que tenho os melhores filhos do mundo. Que tenho uma família que faz toda a diferença. Que tenho os melhores amigos do mundo. Que juntos valemos ouro. Que estou feliz. Que nunca estive mais feliz. Que espero o melhor deste ano que agora começa. Que vou fazer tudo o que estiver ao meu alcance para que esse melhor aconteça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-6447686303794232323?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6447686303794232323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6447686303794232323' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6447686303794232323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6447686303794232323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-meu-37-aniversaire.html' title='[ Do ] Meu 37º Aniversaire !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEjJEQ6JyN4/Tt5lSrWY_gI/AAAAAAAAA1k/KoDPEdD_F7k/s72-c/Love_music_believe_dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4991986162018574629</id><published>2011-12-02T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T04:03:21.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemeenchemocoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Dia...sim...porque hoje é o dia !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pBSK040Nr4/TtkVwT2JeXI/AAAAAAAAA00/ijF2kEbVKn0/s1600/7491571_ZzN2J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pBSK040Nr4/TtkVwT2JeXI/AAAAAAAAA00/ijF2kEbVKn0/s320/7491571_ZzN2J.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzXMt5_2q8/TtkV82MepNI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_8glYFbr6Kg/s1600/aerin-lauders-dressing-room-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzXMt5_2q8/TtkV82MepNI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_8glYFbr6Kg/s320/aerin-lauders-dressing-room-2.png" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48cupPxrNHs/TtkWE0VJC0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/34dStsEZu1I/s1600/imagesCADY3ADB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48cupPxrNHs/TtkWE0VJC0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/34dStsEZu1I/s1600/imagesCADY3ADB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em que todos os meus sonhos se renovam!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;37 anos [ and counting]... sigaaaaaaaa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4755416510158118087-4991986162018574629?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4991986162018574629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4991986162018574629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4991986162018574629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4991986162018574629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-diasimporque-hoje-e-o-dia.html' title='[ Do ] Dia...sim...porque hoje é o dia !!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pBSK040Nr4/TtkVwT2JeXI/AAAAAAAAA00/ijF2kEbVKn0/s72-c/7491571_ZzN2J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-466490657207904115</id><published>2011-12-02T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:14:47.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Tanto !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnSWzZgNupQ/TtjxW1ibY2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/sz39Dd92iJc/s320/371257_100000015549356_293227765_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXRLTO1FUTg/TtjxbFu1wtI/AAAAAAAAA0s/aTNOE2KJrj8/s1600/382854_10150552703058345_28939438344_11727814_1200428011_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXRLTO1FUTg/TtjxbFu1wtI/AAAAAAAAA0s/aTNOE2KJrj8/s320/382854_10150552703058345_28939438344_11727814_1200428011_s.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;A escassas horas do meu 37º aniversário é impossível não olhar para trás...ainda que por breves instantes para perceber que doze meses passaram num ápice. Doze meses repletos de tantos e tantos momentos fabulosos. Doze meses plenos de consolidações, de emoções, de concretizações. Estou tão grata... senhoreees... tão grata. Grata porque em cada minuto fabuloso que vivi rejuvenesci por dentro e fora. Grata porque em cada minuto menos bom...a cada provação acrescentei-me como mãe, mulher, amiga, profissional. Rejuvenescida sei que terei mais capacidade, em especial mais preseverança, para os tantos desafios que se avizinham. Acrescentada sei que terei mais resiliência, a intuição mais validada, um saber do meu EU muito mais intenso. Algo me sussurra cá dentro dizendo-me que este será um ano basilar e eu espero estar à altura de tudo o que tenho pela frente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-466490657207904115?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/466490657207904115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=466490657207904115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/466490657207904115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/466490657207904115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-tanto.html' title='[ Do ] Tanto !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4sDlukd1PUg/TtjxMK2Nb9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Krm9cRsUE9E/s72-c/imagesCA8PO1CS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5464378267053060977</id><published>2011-12-02T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:37:19.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Dúvidas que me assaltam...ou [ A ]mor é...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aknJQIjoCK4/TtjudeA_yeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-FLvGNgqU-4/s1600/99649_36220_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aknJQIjoCK4/TtjudeA_yeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-FLvGNgqU-4/s320/99649_36220_a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8OA-OVI8Sw/TtjuoOLivoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/rNHFzLIO89I/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8OA-OVI8Sw/TtjuoOLivoI/AAAAAAAAA0M/rNHFzLIO89I/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu ligar-lhe às sete da manhã e perguntar " Verde Esmeralda ou Azul Royal?!?" e, do outro lado, completamente a dormir ele responder " para mim prefiro sem roupa, mas, verde esmeralda parece-me bem...beijinhos...fique bem!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5464378267053060977?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5464378267053060977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5464378267053060977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5464378267053060977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5464378267053060977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-duvidas-que-me-assaltamou-mor-e.html' title='[ Das ] Dúvidas que me assaltam...ou [ A ]mor é...!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aknJQIjoCK4/TtjudeA_yeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-FLvGNgqU-4/s72-c/99649_36220_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6187478452915234898</id><published>2011-12-01T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:57:24.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Feriado...o mesmo é dizer M.I.C.!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d25EDCOw_hg/Ttc_5PfYUKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Q6OhMEScuno/s1600/GP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d25EDCOw_hg/Ttc_5PfYUKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Q6OhMEScuno/s1600/GP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MOM IN CHIEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;[ e, estes dias assim enchem-me de plenitude!!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4755416510158118087-6187478452915234898?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6187478452915234898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6187478452915234898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6187478452915234898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6187478452915234898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-feriadoo-mesmo-e-dizer-mic.html' title='[ Do ] Feriado...o mesmo é dizer M.I.C.!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d25EDCOw_hg/Ttc_5PfYUKI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Q6OhMEScuno/s72-c/GP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7119563814242107061</id><published>2011-11-30T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:25:46.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Benfica, que é um clube para lá de mega espectacular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPINttSb3qA/TtZlTUwwkbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UoL6PfAv5FY/s1600/ng1157954_435x245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPINttSb3qA/TtZlTUwwkbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UoL6PfAv5FY/s1600/ng1157954_435x245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sou a sportinguista com mais fair plaaayyy do universo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;......... mas, não resisto, porque isto é lindoooooooooo !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos senhores do Merchandising / Marketing &amp;amp; Comunicação do Benfica ......um imenso bem-hajaaaaaa e que nada atrofie as paletes de criatividade que vos correm pelas veias!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-7119563814242107061?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7119563814242107061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7119563814242107061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7119563814242107061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7119563814242107061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-benfica-que-e-um-clube-para-la-de.html' title='[ Do ] Benfica, que é um clube para lá de mega espectacular!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPINttSb3qA/TtZlTUwwkbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UoL6PfAv5FY/s72-c/ng1157954_435x245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8346644447191356737</id><published>2011-11-30T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:06:43.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Encantador mundo da adolescência ou pseudo-juventude!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Casaquinhos, casacos, meias, pulseiras, colares, lenços, malas...tudo o que por ali se encontre e que tenha critério mais informal...fica com uma rodagem do catanoooo. Aqui só para nós, a verdade é que &amp;nbsp;fico a rebentar de orgulho...cheia de um tudo quando a observo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;* o facto destas expressões parecerem desenquadradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;não é pura ficção!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8346644447191356737?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8346644447191356737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8346644447191356737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8346644447191356737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8346644447191356737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-encantador-mundo-da-adolescencia-ou.html' title='[ Do ] Encantador mundo da adolescência ou pseudo-juventude!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ypVLhqKk-DQ/TtZUrrZBixI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aiXGMEDDkcQ/s72-c/315854_10150904305330525_419891125524_21612453_1324695687_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1779042560426507060</id><published>2011-11-30T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:59:49.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Sexo, é terapia { so they say } ou o mesmo será dizer haja alguém que me entenda!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmOZE5QJCT8/TtTXsxPJFLI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ptFnYA-8M_E/s1600/Ambrosio.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmOZE5QJCT8/TtTXsxPJFLI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ptFnYA-8M_E/s320/Ambrosio.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;E dizem as pessoas desta vida &amp;nbsp;" Aiiiii &amp;nbsp;queres ver que ela vai falar de sexo!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;E digo eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" Ahhhhhh pois vou !!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E porque carga de água !?!?! - poderão perguntar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ora então...&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" some like it hot "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;assim reza o trabalho de Filipa Veiga para a revista Máxima de Dezembro, um trabalho&amp;nbsp;enriquecido&amp;nbsp;com a presença de Vânia Beliz, sexóloga e autora do livro "Ponto Quê?".&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sexo, é terapia!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Assim, simples. Como igualmente simples é a forma como o texto nos vai canalizando a atenção para aspectos importantes de uma realidade inerente aos seres vivos e que muitas vezes é suplantada por ideias pré-concebidas, falsos moralismos ou a ideia de que a indisponibilidade para o sexo, por parte das mulheres, pode, eventualmente, ser um motivo de vendetta para as&amp;nbsp;quezílias&amp;nbsp;do dia-a-dia. O sexo é repleto de&amp;nbsp;benefícios, diz o artigo e [ digo eu ]. Tem um efeito rejuvenescedor. Mulheres que o fazem regularmente terão a pele e cabelo mais viçosos. Queima calorias.O orgasmo afasta sentimentos negativos. Melhora o sistema imunológico e afasta doenças. Liberta substâncias analgésicas e relaxantes ou seja, &amp;nbsp;adeus enxa [queca]!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Moral do Artigo: "devemos fazer sexo" [ vá amor, para soar melhor aos mais impressionáveis]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assumamos este assunto de forma prática, consciente, sem preconceitos ou tolas inseguranças. Depois de uma sessão de sexo com orgasmo (s) [ ressalva Vânia Beliz ] ficamos mais relaxadas e tranquilas. A responsabilidade recai sobre a nossa eterna amiga, a oxitocina, responsável pelo bem-estar, a tal que também produzimos em quantidades industriais na gravidez e que nos faz sentir &amp;nbsp;" numa anestesia da realidade, sempre&amp;nbsp;esplêndidas&amp;nbsp;e em prazer". Escreve Filipa Veiga que " fazer sexo alivia o stress, combate a depressão, revitaliza corpo e mente"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto a mim, reforça laços. Reforça laços&amp;nbsp;connosco&amp;nbsp;porque nos melhora a auto-estima, a confiança, a consciência corporal, o brilho e por aí adiante. E, quando não se prende com uma relação casual, reforça laços com o nosso parceiro imprime &amp;nbsp;a partilha [ das ] &amp;nbsp;emoções e [ do ] sentir, aumenta o critério de intimidade, de cumplicidade e por vezes torna a comunicação mais cintilante e seguramente mais divertida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Assim sendo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;enjoy !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-1779042560426507060?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1779042560426507060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1779042560426507060' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1779042560426507060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1779042560426507060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-sexo-e-terapia-so-they-say-ou-o_30.html' title='[ Do ] Sexo, é terapia { so they say } ou o mesmo será dizer haja alguém que me entenda!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmOZE5QJCT8/TtTXsxPJFLI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ptFnYA-8M_E/s72-c/Ambrosio.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7574040387569339853</id><published>2011-11-30T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:51:41.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Imagens que me inspiram!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5ZwG4_csSk/TtX7Q5s8cUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7_RCAHYzacE/s1600/387512_10150591107503345_28939438344_11860485_120866409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5ZwG4_csSk/TtX7Q5s8cUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7_RCAHYzacE/s1600/387512_10150591107503345_28939438344_11860485_120866409_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou, assumidamente, uma mulher Delta [ no que respeita aos cafés... calmaaaaa ] mas, a comunicação da Nespresso, com Clooney {zinho} ou sem ele, tem algo de inspirador!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boooooom Diaaaaaaaaaa Alegriaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-7574040387569339853?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7574040387569339853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7574040387569339853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7574040387569339853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7574040387569339853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-imagens-que-me-inspiram.html' title='[ Das ] Imagens que me inspiram!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5ZwG4_csSk/TtX7Q5s8cUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7_RCAHYzacE/s72-c/387512_10150591107503345_28939438344_11860485_120866409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5228087755722803370</id><published>2011-11-29T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:07:09.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Farggipuccino's desta vida !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H3uu82P0lM/TtVUmNMsUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PWoAhVOFx_4/s1600/DSC01648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H3uu82P0lM/TtVUmNMsUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PWoAhVOFx_4/s320/DSC01648.JPG" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;‎&lt;i&gt;"so keep your head high.keep your chin up. and most importantly keepsmiling.because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smileabout."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marilyn Monroe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Existem momentos nos quais um farggipuccino faz toda a diferença. Este era um desses momentos. Na falta de tal iguaria, sai um quadradito de chocolate gourmet do [ &lt;strike&gt;continente &lt;/strike&gt;] !!! Bem booomm !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5228087755722803370?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5228087755722803370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5228087755722803370' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5228087755722803370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5228087755722803370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos-farggipuccinos-desta-vida.html' title='[ Dos ] Farggipuccino&apos;s desta vida !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7H3uu82P0lM/TtVUmNMsUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/PWoAhVOFx_4/s72-c/DSC01648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8206629287917562377</id><published>2011-11-29T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:19:24.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Compaixão!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_H4StpoIfs/TtTXRfNFizI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pFmcg6Ax_ow/s1600/382854_10150552703063345_28939438344_11727815_1371976069_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_H4StpoIfs/TtTXRfNFizI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pFmcg6Ax_ow/s200/382854_10150552703063345_28939438344_11727815_1371976069_s.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Compaixão, nem sempre é um sentimento piedoso de comiseração para com quem nos rodeia...Compaixão significa, também, ter a generosidade de partilhar a paixão dos outros, ser disponível e ter coragem para partilhar o nosso caminho, para que, as ideias feitas se possam desfazer e assim,contribuir, para que,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;quem nos rodeia, perca o medo de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;[&amp;nbsp;...ainda que isto signifique expormo-nos ao mais vulnerável de nós...&amp;nbsp;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8206629287917562377?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8206629287917562377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8206629287917562377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8206629287917562377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8206629287917562377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-compaixao.html' title='[ Da ] Compaixão!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_H4StpoIfs/TtTXRfNFizI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pFmcg6Ax_ow/s72-c/382854_10150552703063345_28939438344_11727815_1371976069_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1638599261631526036</id><published>2011-11-29T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T02:56:01.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doçariquices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigosparasempre'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Relações desta vida e de outras!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zioPtt53zqs/TtS2NByPmAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UHujAnxgKUo/s1600/Carrie2SATC_468x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zioPtt53zqs/TtS2NByPmAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UHujAnxgKUo/s1600/Carrie2SATC_468x500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...sinto-me impotente perante a tristeza que agora sentes. Digo-te que tens que aceitar. Digo-te que tens de ser o melhor filho que possas ser neste momento. Digo-te que ainda que te sintas devastado tens de ser um pilar forte e angular. Tu concordas. Mas, eu sei que por dentro estás desfeito...conheço-te bem...muito bem. De tão bem te conhecer sei o que te fazia bem, sei o que encheria de oxigénio e sinto-me impotente...terrivelmente impotente. Mas, numa coisa tens razão. Estarei sempre aqui para ti a qualquer hora, a qualquer dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-1638599261631526036?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1638599261631526036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1638599261631526036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1638599261631526036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1638599261631526036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-relacoes-desta-vida-e-de-outras.html' title='[ Das ] Relações desta vida e de outras!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zioPtt53zqs/TtS2NByPmAI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UHujAnxgKUo/s72-c/Carrie2SATC_468x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5516212471838285044</id><published>2011-11-28T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:30:20.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficoquenãomeaguento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Des ] gracei-me todinha nesta hora de almoço!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbKPYyjjd3I/TtOm4m6yunI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ae720CDy8-I/s1600/satc2-sjp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbKPYyjjd3I/TtOm4m6yunI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ae720CDy8-I/s1600/satc2-sjp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desde manhã que a coisa &amp;nbsp;se adivinhava que ia acabar assim. Em estrago dos grandes. Foram-se as poupanças em dois vestidos, umas botas, um mimo para o R. e um mimo para as estrelas. Esconderijo da carteira vazio mas, esta que vos escreve...senhoreeeesss... está consolada até mais não !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-5516212471838285044?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5516212471838285044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5516212471838285044' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5516212471838285044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5516212471838285044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/des-gracei-me-todinha-nesta-hora-de.html' title='[ Des ] gracei-me todinha nesta hora de almoço!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbKPYyjjd3I/TtOm4m6yunI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Ae720CDy8-I/s72-c/satc2-sjp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6642452516263853495</id><published>2011-11-28T03:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:25:39.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;aminhamãenãoépura;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas que me faziam bem se as apanhasse!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MsBIBGFDwY/TtNuAD2EC7I/AAAAAAAAAx0/N74e_-Z8bCc/s1600/NY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MsBIBGFDwY/TtNuAD2EC7I/AAAAAAAAAx0/N74e_-Z8bCc/s1600/NY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0TJsByuB0s/TtNuFP1PREI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5OPkfdpo3bU/s1600/peonias-rosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0TJsByuB0s/TtNuFP1PREI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5OPkfdpo3bU/s320/peonias-rosas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC6Iun5MIbA/TtNudFsOnEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fMvYy9Gab9Y/s320/wallpaper_XC60_exterior_07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syGGhVQ0Y5k/TtNuocu3B2I/AAAAAAAAAyc/sQsG6adHauk/s1600/dream+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syGGhVQ0Y5k/TtNuocu3B2I/AAAAAAAAAyc/sQsG6adHauk/s320/dream+house.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que pensavam encontrar fotos de um qualquer espécime do sexo oposto giro de morrer [ mas a minha perna ainda não está apta a grandes aventuras ] . Assim sendo, é mesmo um momento fútil do dia para estimular a vontade de trabalhar que hoje está um bocado manhosa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ au travail chérie ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-6642452516263853495?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6642452516263853495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6642452516263853495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6642452516263853495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6642452516263853495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-coisas-que-me-faziam-bem-se-as.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas que me faziam bem se as apanhasse!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MsBIBGFDwY/TtNuAD2EC7I/AAAAAAAAAx0/N74e_-Z8bCc/s72-c/NY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-9146077109962490668</id><published>2011-11-27T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:54:09.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q20koVqyNtc/TtKvfsMeaSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3SlJ-PunX8A/s1600/DSC00076_mini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q20koVqyNtc/TtKvfsMeaSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3SlJ-PunX8A/s1600/DSC00076_mini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Momentos em que é preciso sentar. Momentos em que o pensar a dois faz mais sentido. Momentos em que se brinda ao muito bom. Momentos em que se reajustam as velas para que o menos bom se possa tornar melhor. Momentos nos quais [ re ] encontramos sempre os motivos que nos levam a navegar juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-9146077109962490668?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/9146077109962490668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=9146077109962490668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/9146077109962490668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/9146077109962490668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos-momentos.html' title='[ Dos ] Momentos...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q20koVqyNtc/TtKvfsMeaSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3SlJ-PunX8A/s72-c/DSC00076_mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4334989665776317843</id><published>2011-11-25T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:50:25.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Dia Internacional de Luta Contra a Violência à Mulher!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeOXOrqkQBY/Ts9tPG8jIII/AAAAAAAAAxE/DFDveYxlHfw/s1600/377755_295170673850552_100000728661037_972508_1179082758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeOXOrqkQBY/Ts9tPG8jIII/AAAAAAAAAxE/DFDveYxlHfw/s320/377755_295170673850552_100000728661037_972508_1179082758_n.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;É só mais um dia. Um dia especifico no qual se reflecte sobre um tipo de violência especifico. Reflectem os especialistas. Reflectem os comuns mortais. Arrepiam-se as que a sofrem ou sofreram na pele. Tapam-se as marcas visíveis. Afagam-se as marcas invisíveis. As marcas...as malditas marcas. As marcas gravadas na alma. As marcas silenciosas que se guardam na esperança que se possam esvair sem que se tenham que enfrentar, assim de frente, como que de uma pega de caras se tratasse. As marcas que não se esvaem assim. Elas deixam um passado que assalta a vida nos momentos menos próprios. Elas deixam tremores e sobressaltos perante movimentações mais bruscas, perante um "falar mais alto" que chegue repentinamente. Elas deixam a incapacidade de absorver o impacto de brincadeiras e expressões inocentes. Elas deixam a incapacidade de sorrir durante um tempo. Elas fazem erguer barreiras intransponíveis, defesas onde não são necessárias. Sim. Elas deixam um rasto de destruição incrível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-4334989665776317843?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4334989665776317843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4334989665776317843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4334989665776317843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4334989665776317843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-dia-internacional-de-luta-contra.html' title='[ Do ] Dia Internacional de Luta Contra a Violência à Mulher!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CeOXOrqkQBY/Ts9tPG8jIII/AAAAAAAAAxE/DFDveYxlHfw/s72-c/377755_295170673850552_100000728661037_972508_1179082758_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4220696410668468462</id><published>2011-11-24T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:33:08.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas ditas assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiDhwQU0I3w/Ts5TLF8YusI/AAAAAAAAAww/8Ad4pnr3m_o/s1600/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiDhwQU0I3w/Ts5TLF8YusI/AAAAAAAAAww/8Ad4pnr3m_o/s320/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... sem que nada as faça prever. Das coisas ditas, simplesmente assim, no meio de um dia de alvoroço. Das coisas ditas assim pela tua voz que ao meu ouvido soam à mais perfeita melodia. Das coisas ditas assim de uma forma simples e que de tão simples que são me fazem perceber que caminhar com tranquilidade ao teu lado nesta vida é por si só uma benção.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4755416510158118087-4220696410668468462?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4220696410668468462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4220696410668468462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4220696410668468462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4220696410668468462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-coisas-ditas-assim.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas ditas assim...'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiDhwQU0I3w/Ts5TLF8YusI/AAAAAAAAAww/8Ad4pnr3m_o/s72-c/tumblr_l9yhv4RPt11qaancbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3834544708677684837</id><published>2011-11-24T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:48:44.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feitiodamerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquenãoseiseriasechore;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Greve e do que vos quero dizer !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmEUiQjkrDU/Ts4cP8L6cEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Jqm970wwiHs/s1600/H_CADA%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmEUiQjkrDU/Ts4cP8L6cEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Jqm970wwiHs/s320/H_CADA%257E1.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um BEM - HAJAAAAAAA muito grande a vós, pessoas desta vida que hoje fazem greve, exercendo um direito que alguém se lembrou de implementar. Espero que o dia vos corra de feição. Que o dia, que graças a Deus promete ser solarengo vos permita enxugar muita roupinha nos vossos estendais ou então apreciarem um cafézinho numa qualquer esplanada abrigada. Daria muito prazer a esta que vos escreve continuar aqui em amena cavaqueira convosco....mas, infelizmente [ apesar de eu ter um dia infernal aqui pela empresa ] tenho de ir tentar perceber o que fazer com três filhos que me acabam de informar que a escola que frequentam acaba de encerrar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ oooohhhhhh mãezinha do meu coração espero que não tivesses grandes planos para hoje.....]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4755416510158118087-3834544708677684837?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3834544708677684837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3834544708677684837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3834544708677684837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3834544708677684837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-greve-e-do-que-vos-quero-dizer.html' title='[ Da ] Greve e do que vos quero dizer !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmEUiQjkrDU/Ts4cP8L6cEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Jqm970wwiHs/s72-c/H_CADA%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1618972204442596496</id><published>2011-11-23T04:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:38:30.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazemumbemdesgraçado;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas nobres extraídas da natureza!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08SskHOnW-Y/TszicTpcdUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GolN5CRRi00/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08SskHOnW-Y/TszicTpcdUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GolN5CRRi00/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9ZDaXZ7lHE/Tszie6WqeVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/57pWBZfkbR4/s1600/imagesCAR73652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9ZDaXZ7lHE/Tszie6WqeVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/57pWBZfkbR4/s1600/imagesCAR73652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é novidade para mim&amp;nbsp;que o mel para além da sua conhecida acção antibiótica natural, enche a pele de vitaminas do grupo B, vitamina C, zinco e ácidos cítrico e láctico. Desde que o R. povoa a minha vida existe sempre um frasco gigantesco deste néctar rico e de produção hiper caseira, sempre pronto a cair nos iogurtes, nas maças para assar, nas marinadas de carne para grelhar e claro nas minhas máscaras de beleza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O azeite sendo algo que se produz desde sempre na minha família [ e em Outubro ninguém se safa de árduos trabalhos agrícolas ] nunca falta cá por casa. Usamos e abusamos [ confesso] na cozinha daquilo que o meu avô apelidava, orgulhosamente, de ouro liquido.&amp;nbsp;Com um carácter nutritivo e emoliente faz dele um dos meus preciosos aliados, com ele hidrato as cutículas, as pontas dos cabelos e&amp;nbsp;deixo os pés como se de seda fossem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ora&amp;nbsp;na sequência&amp;nbsp;do meu acidente doméstico, esta perna vai dando que falar. Em conversa com uma das meninas da minha equipa sobre o que aplicar nesta etapa de hidratação falámos nestes dois preciosos produtos. Assim sendo, a partir de ontem e depois de aprovação médica,&amp;nbsp;estão a fazer parte do meu tratamento diário.&amp;nbsp;Com esta mistura apliquei um envolvimento que deixei actuar durante 45 minutos.&amp;nbsp;Fiquei com aquela área muito&amp;nbsp;nutrida e a sensação de desconforto alterou-se significativamente. Sei que não será da noite para o dia. Será preciso muito cuidado e paciência. Mas, chegarei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1618972204442596496?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1618972204442596496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1618972204442596496' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1618972204442596496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1618972204442596496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-coisas-nobres-extraidas-da-natureza.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas nobres extraídas da natureza!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08SskHOnW-Y/TszicTpcdUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GolN5CRRi00/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-3130532146133626237</id><published>2011-11-22T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:08:13.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Angelo Rodrigues...e, vá...da Iva..ambos by GQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9dkXO0mkRA/TswAP121U5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/PSDwsiXam9o/s1600/314938_263241857059643_156609264389570_783106_438849310_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9dkXO0mkRA/TswAP121U5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/PSDwsiXam9o/s1600/314938_263241857059643_156609264389570_783106_438849310_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Disto só tenho uma coisa a dizer para já e assim de repente..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii [ Jesuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssss] !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-3130532146133626237?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3130532146133626237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=3130532146133626237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3130532146133626237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/3130532146133626237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-angelo-rodriguese-vada-ivaambos-by.html' title='[ Do ] Angelo Rodrigues...e, vá...da Iva..ambos by GQ!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9dkXO0mkRA/TswAP121U5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/PSDwsiXam9o/s72-c/314938_263241857059643_156609264389570_783106_438849310_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4110942814073688326</id><published>2011-11-22T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:21:42.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelasmaisbrilhantes'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Sentimentos devastadores ou o mesmo será dizer [ Da ] Insuperável perda de um filho!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUeilEpbHsE/TsuOv6Ek8SI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wjw8QkI9jv0/s1600/fr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUeilEpbHsE/TsuOv6Ek8SI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wjw8QkI9jv0/s1600/fr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Em poucos anos vi duas pessoas próximas, ou melhor, uma próxima e outra, uma irmã de coração, perderem filhos, pelo chamado Sindrome de Morte Súbita. O J. tinha 16 anos e caiu para sempre em pleno campo de basket sob o olhar aterrado dos colegas e amigos, entre os quais a minha B para quem a vida passou a ter outros contornos. A nossa M. tinha 5 meses e descansava no berço. Quando olho para qualquer uma delas, mães, tal como eu e, como tantas de nós, vejo&amp;nbsp;que a alegria que outrora ambas deixavam sair por cada poro se desvaneceu para sempre. Ainda que sorriam como ambas sorriem...o brilho não está lá, o brilho passou a estar noutra dimensão. A&amp;nbsp;dimensão para a qual ambas se deslocam. A dimensão que as tira de nós tal qual as conhecíamos. Nestes momentos, nos momentos em que as contemplo, a minha mente é invadida por um único pensamento &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;[ meu anjo da guarda vela por nós ]!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tempos idos dei de caras com este fabuloso texto. Não consegui conter as lágrimas. Estas são as palavras que definem o sentimento de devastação que transporta estas duas mães que me rodeiam para um lugar só delas. Tão somente&amp;nbsp;delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Arrancaram metade de ti, amputaram metade de ti e tu para aqui ficaste, a fingir que vives, a fingir que estás cá mas é mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Encolhes-te quando alguém fala com medo que digam o nome dele, com medo do sacrilégio de alguém seja quem for, até o teu marido, mencionar o nome dele, que ninguém tem esse direito, ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Morreste no momento em que o teu filho morreu, e não estavas lá, não pudeste pegar-lhe na mão e ampara-lo uma ultima vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E amaldiçoas esse momento, esses segundos que o Universo te roubou, porque já perdeste as forças para encontrar respostas para o que aconteceu, e então, revoltas-te contra a tua ausência perto do teu menino naquele momento em que subiu aos céus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Não que encontres consolo ou acalmia na certeza de que ele lá está lá em cima, perto de Deus, desse Deus com quem cortaste relações para sempre, porque te roubo o maior bem da tua vida, a tua razão de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Os dias correm e sabes pelos outros que os anos passam, que tu não tens a noção, ficaste presa naquele dia, naquele momento, naqueles segundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Os outros, acreditam realmente que o tempo tudo cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mas os outros não tiveram o teu menino no ventre, não o pariram, não o embalaram nem lhe limparam as lágrimas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;….E choras, choras mesmo quando já não tens lágrimas, em silêncio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;in Destak 8.04.08, publicado por Luísa Castel-Branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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filho!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUeilEpbHsE/TsuOv6Ek8SI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wjw8QkI9jv0/s72-c/fr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6096458831979381664</id><published>2011-11-21T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:45:34.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Escritos do Arrumadinho ou [ Do ] Só para variar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDTIfLk2xyY/TsrTkbpcT3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/jysAQKe-Pj4/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDTIfLk2xyY/TsrTkbpcT3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/jysAQKe-Pj4/s1600/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O filósofo italiano Giambattista Vico defendia na sua teoria "corsi ericorsi" que a história da humanidade&amp;nbsp;é feita de avanços&amp;nbsp;e recuos, masvai sempre progredindo.Eu acho que história das pessoas também é maisou menos assim. Mas às vezes preferia não ter de corrrer sempre provasde 110 metros barreiras, e fazer uns 10 km planos. Só para variar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Tenho momentos que não podia concordar mais com estas palavras!! ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6096458831979381664?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6096458831979381664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6096458831979381664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6096458831979381664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6096458831979381664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos-escritos-do-arrumadinho-ou-do-so.html' title='[ Dos ] Escritos do Arrumadinho ou [ Do ] Só para variar!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDTIfLk2xyY/TsrTkbpcT3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/jysAQKe-Pj4/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-6394147558665465486</id><published>2011-11-21T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:08:25.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Regresso ao trabalho!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3-D_5gjLxw/TsqPbvITsoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/bBK9ji-7Xew/s1600/aerin-lauders-dressing-room-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3-D_5gjLxw/TsqPbvITsoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/bBK9ji-7Xew/s320/aerin-lauders-dressing-room-2.png" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXBE94jO2y0/TsqPhTX2PwI/AAAAAAAAAvo/yYEIwNk4Rf0/s1600/7556147_FcQPZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXBE94jO2y0/TsqPhTX2PwI/AAAAAAAAAvo/yYEIwNk4Rf0/s320/7556147_FcQPZ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de não sei quantos dias de perna estendida [ até lhe perdi a conta ]&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; voltei&lt;/span&gt;. Voltei para uma reunião de trabalho mega importante&amp;nbsp;de três horas seguida de almoço, sendo que ao fim da primeira hora já toda eu era perna, unicamente perna. Mais uma voltinha ao hospital. Veredicto: &amp;nbsp;o total descanso do fim de semana [ estrelas no pai ] fez-me muitooooo bem.&amp;nbsp;A partir de amanhã começam os trabalhos de hiper-hidratação tissular. Muita água. Muita hidratação tópica. Muito cuidado. Muita paciência. E, mais paciência. E, mais cuidado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[&amp;nbsp;destes dias pude concluir, uma vez, mais, entenda-se, o seguinte: quando não estou activa profissionalmente&amp;nbsp;sinto-me tão mal, mas, tão mal&amp;nbsp;que até mete impressão!! Nunca daria para dondoca...enfim...cada um é para o que nasce!! ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-6394147558665465486?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6394147558665465486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=6394147558665465486' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6394147558665465486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/6394147558665465486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-regresso-ao-trabalho.html' title='[ Do ] Regresso ao trabalho!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3-D_5gjLxw/TsqPbvITsoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/bBK9ji-7Xew/s72-c/aerin-lauders-dressing-room-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1312169437671488341</id><published>2011-11-20T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T03:22:42.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes;'/><title type='text'>[ Dos ] Ataques de choro que nem sempre consigo controlar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ontem fuiao hospital cá do sitio. Estava por lá o cirurgião que me viu aprimeira vez. Uma das pernas e a zona da barriga já convivem bem semcompressas, ligaduras e afins [ e vão ficar impecáveis...so they say] .Mas, a outra perna, não. Essa ainda recebe diariamente e receberáquer-me parecer, mega cuidados, quilos de sulfadiazina de prata,compressas e uma fabulosa rede de suporte. Ontem estava por lá ocirurgião, veio espreitar&amp;nbsp; Ficou a olhar para mim. Deduzi que me queriadizer qualquer coisa, não me enganei. { as dores são normais, ainda vãopermanecer. tenho de ter consciência que vou ficar com marcas. tenho deter a noção que nada de ginásio ou de bootcampar. posso até irtrabalhar mas,sob cuidados em pargas. } Tudo isto me disse com a calmade quem lida no limiar diariamente. Não consegui segurar as lágrimas.Quando se despediu disse-me "quero que pense que se o que lhe aconteceunessa zona da perna, lhe acontecesse na zona do braço e mão, ficariacom os movimentos limitados provavelmente para sempre, é isso que devepensar". Agradeci. Desejei pensar como me disse. Não consegui. A S., aenfermeira que com toda a dedicação me fazia o curativo, minha colegado tempo de colégio e uma pessoa que acompanha o meu dia a dia, deu-meum beijo na testa dizendo-me " chora rapariga que só estamos aqui asduas".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ estou um poço de sensibilidade.sei que o facto de não dormir nada como jeito vai para quatro noites não tem sidogrande ajuda. sei que o facto de ter as responsabilidades de sempre ede não as poder executar ao mesmo ritmo me está a deixar louca. a faltade exercício. as pequenas desilusões que chegam das tolas ilusões. operder algum controlo sobre as situações habitualmente fáceis degerir...também sei que tudo isto vai passar, porque se hoje é assim,amanhã será, certamente, melhor ]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1312169437671488341?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1312169437671488341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1312169437671488341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1312169437671488341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1312169437671488341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos-ataques-de-choro-que-nem-sempre.html' title='[ Dos ] Ataques de choro que nem sempre consigo controlar!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5928318527179263301</id><published>2011-11-18T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T02:38:05.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] M***** que só mim ...coisas simples que agora são um tormento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oGVedsu6-A/TsYzSpmn-VI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wFA4KePSvGA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oGVedsu6-A/TsYzSpmn-VI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wFA4KePSvGA/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O acto de tomar banho ...ou melhor...de não tomar banho, desde que fui mumificada!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ " lavas-te à gatinho" diz a minha Ana e pergunto eu " com a lingua?!?!" aaahhhhhhh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5928318527179263301?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5928318527179263301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5928318527179263301' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5928318527179263301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5928318527179263301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-m-que-so-mim-coisas-simples-que.html' title='[ Das ] M***** que só mim ...coisas simples que agora são um tormento!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oGVedsu6-A/TsYzSpmn-VI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wFA4KePSvGA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7614671199509388050</id><published>2011-11-17T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:06:03.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] M***** que só mim ...adenda ao post anterior!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Cavl7eII0/TsWTLbdsi4I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UwSgxdQf_ic/s1600/Keep+calm+ou+entao+n%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Cavl7eII0/TsWTLbdsi4I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UwSgxdQf_ic/s320/Keep+calm+ou+entao+n%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não morri. Nem matei. Mas, continuo que nem posso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ah pois é!!!! Isto vai dar panos para mangas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7614671199509388050?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7614671199509388050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7614671199509388050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7614671199509388050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7614671199509388050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-m-que-so-mim-adenda-ao-post.html' title='[ Das ] M***** que só mim ...adenda ao post anterior!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Cavl7eII0/TsWTLbdsi4I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UwSgxdQf_ic/s72-c/Keep+calm+ou+entao+n%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1167331180269329180</id><published>2011-11-17T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:53:15.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquedeixamnemseicomo;tá calor ou é impressão minha;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] M***** que só mim ou o mesmo será dizer...Keep Calm e assopra!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUF9wAugHsA/TsTiM9tql5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/XXVjVE6HDRI/s1600/acidente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUF9wAugHsA/TsTiM9tql5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/XXVjVE6HDRI/s320/acidente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;EXPERIÊNCIA MATINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...basicamente, pelas sete da manhã de ontem, fazia eu chá [ ou tentava ] quando ao colocar a água a ferver no bule desta vida, vejo cair-me aos pés o fundo do dito cujo e literalmente um litro de liquido fervente por mim abaixo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;RELATÓRIO DA EXPERIÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Filhos em pânico. Dores que nem se tivesse parido os três de uma assentada e de parto natural no mesmo dia sentiria. Manhã inteira no hospital com analgésicos pra veia, compressas com soro para cima, tapa destapa e assopra. Queimaduras de 2º grau numa perna, outras mais ligeiras na outra perna e na barriga. Uma noite que não lembra a ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;CONCLUSÃO da EXPERIÊNCIA [ parte boa ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Uma moca de tal forma que pelas seis da tarde ainda pairava. Mimos e mais mimos e mais cuidados. O telefonema da Ana da minha vida, que a 300 km foi das primeiras a saber [ coincidências desta vida ou não]. Mimos e mais mimos e mais cuidados. Constato que os meus filhos perante uma situação menos boa assumem-se como um exército perfeitamente orientado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;CONCLUSÃO da EXPERIÊNCIA [ parte&amp;nbsp;má ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pareço uma múmia toda enrolada em ligaduras. Metade de mim lateja com dores. A programação da manhã nos canais nacionais &amp;nbsp;é tão má que não existem palavra que a descrevam. Havia já muito tempo que não dizia tantos palavrões de forma tão seguida e sentida como nas últimas horas. Tremo só de pensar que daqui a umas horas me vão fazer o curativo a isto [ e sem drogas duras, que aquilo na veia é que bate]. Cada vez que me mexo a única coisa que profiro ou penso é [ &lt;strike&gt;fodassseee caralhooooo&lt;/strike&gt; ] ainda que baixinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;P.S. Se não der noticias nas próximas horas não se admirem, eventualmente, sou capaz de ter morrido às mãos da srª enfermeira ou então posso estar detida porque a matei. Aguardemos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1167331180269329180?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1167331180269329180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1167331180269329180' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1167331180269329180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1167331180269329180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-m-que-so-mim-ou-o-mesmo-sera.html' title='[ Das ] M***** que só mim ou o mesmo será dizer...Keep Calm e assopra!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUF9wAugHsA/TsTiM9tql5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/XXVjVE6HDRI/s72-c/acidente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1168633764941598263</id><published>2011-11-17T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T02:25:14.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazembem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Nossa Ursa Quadripolar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEslOB5FOm4/TsTd97FC8KI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_-cypt3MIms/s1600/ursa_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEslOB5FOm4/TsTd97FC8KI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_-cypt3MIms/s1600/ursa_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...a Ursinha&amp;nbsp;perguntou se queria um postalinho de natal ...daqueles quentinhos, quentinhos, mesmo à maneira e eu respondi: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SIM!!! Claro que quero Ursa mais linda!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, pronto, assim de uma forma simples fez-se o arranjinho. Agora vós em querendo um também ide lá à toca da Ursa orientar o vosso pedido, porque depois quando eu postar por aqui com o devido alarido o meu Postal não quero cá ver invejosices!!! Vá ide , ide!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1168633764941598263?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1168633764941598263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1168633764941598263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1168633764941598263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1168633764941598263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-nossa-ursa-quadripolar.html' title='[ Da ] Nossa Ursa Quadripolar!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEslOB5FOm4/TsTd97FC8KI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_-cypt3MIms/s72-c/ursa_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8053864333640861723</id><published>2011-11-15T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:00:08.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasquemeenchemaalma;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Cair da noite!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wHcL2DYbLU/TsKHoJnNSvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PHxj9Gy38nk/s1600/lua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wHcL2DYbLU/TsKHoJnNSvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PHxj9Gy38nk/s320/lua.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Já sei o que vais dizer. Irás dizer, para ti e para mim, com a tua serenidade habitual. &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Hoje, não pode ser, já sabes, não pode ser.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu sei que, hoje,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;pode ser. Mas,&amp;nbsp;hoje, ainda assim, tenho de te dizer isto.&amp;nbsp;Esta noite, precisava de sentir que te deitavas ao meu lado. Esta noite, precisava que fizesses amor com os meus ombros. Esta noite, precisava que sussurrasses no meu pescoço que me amas e, que, não tenho porque estar assim, porque,&amp;nbsp;tudo vai correr bem. Esta noite precisava de encostar a minha testa ao teu peito e deixar que a luz dos teus olhos me inundasse. Esta noite precisava de adormecer perdida e encontrada&amp;nbsp;nos teus braços, simplesmente entregue à tua alma. Já sei que, hoje, não pode ser. Mas, hoje, &amp;nbsp;ainda assim, tinha de te dizer isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8053864333640861723?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8053864333640861723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8053864333640861723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8053864333640861723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8053864333640861723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-cair-da-noite.html' title='[ Do ] Cair da noite!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wHcL2DYbLU/TsKHoJnNSvI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PHxj9Gy38nk/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2392257247057208135</id><published>2011-11-15T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T04:38:30.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] B C M´s desta vida ou o mesmo será dizer : {breves constatações matinais}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPW6-bVhFQY/TsJTEmjJo3I/AAAAAAAAAug/wT27h8Keqps/s1600/371257_100000015549356_293227765_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPW6-bVhFQY/TsJTEmjJo3I/AAAAAAAAAug/wT27h8Keqps/s1600/371257_100000015549356_293227765_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_259354892"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Isto de crescer a querer o mundo, é uma grande merda." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://overwhelmedbylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;{ isto foi lido aqui, no blog da CAT}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora, se no dia que li, foi uma frase onde encontrei sentido...hoje o seu sentido quadriplicou ao ponto de eu a reestruturar ligeiramente... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isto de&amp;nbsp;[re]nascer a querer o mundo, é uma grande merda, mais do que isso chega mesmo a ser fodido. A cabeça não sossega. A roda do Universo não abranda para que respire. O ter [re]nascido tarde faz-me sentir sempre que não posso desperdiçar um minuto que seja. O sangue circula por vezes a uma velocidade estonteante que deixa o meu corpo a escaldar. O saber imenso que me diz que tenho que dominar estas crises. A incapacidade que por vezes sinto de lhes ter mão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Respiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2392257247057208135?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2392257247057208135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2392257247057208135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2392257247057208135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2392257247057208135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-b-c-ms-desta-vida-ou-o-mesmo-sera.html' title='[ Das ] B C M´s desta vida ou o mesmo será dizer : {breves constatações matinais}'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IPW6-bVhFQY/TsJTEmjJo3I/AAAAAAAAAug/wT27h8Keqps/s72-c/371257_100000015549356_293227765_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2483497590611101302</id><published>2011-11-15T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:41:12.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Coisas dignas de registo e que me deixam nem sei como!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv35k_yq4YM/TsIvRjqtl4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qSgFMrcTP3E/s1600/RIR.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv35k_yq4YM/TsIvRjqtl4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qSgFMrcTP3E/s320/RIR.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNgE4hj-Wvo/TsIwQQUrNgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/F4WEaY6K5GA/s1600/Hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNgE4hj-Wvo/TsIwQQUrNgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/F4WEaY6K5GA/s320/Hell.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, se de repente uma alma*, que nunca vimos nem mais gorda, nem mais magra, alma essa,&amp;nbsp;gira de cair para o lado, de tal forma que devia de ser proibida, nos espeta um elogio daqueles que nos faz corar até sei lá onde?!?! ...&amp;nbsp;isso é?!! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...uma massagem ao ego do catanoooooo !!&lt;/span&gt; [ credooo que ainda nem estou em mim ...ele há coisas...] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;* tenho cá para mim que, das duas... uma, ou, és&amp;nbsp;só publicidade enganosa,&amp;nbsp;ou, [ e ]&amp;nbsp;aposto nesta ...serás uma&amp;nbsp;viagem vertiginosa do céu ao inferno&amp;nbsp;de ida, com volta ou sem ela!! Tendo em conta que já vens tarde... o facto de me teres provocado uma sentida gargalhada já será por si só muito bom... [ temos pena ] !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2483497590611101302?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2483497590611101302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2483497590611101302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2483497590611101302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2483497590611101302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-coisas-dignas-de-registo-e-que-me.html' title='[ Das ] Coisas dignas de registo e que me deixam nem sei como!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv35k_yq4YM/TsIvRjqtl4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/qSgFMrcTP3E/s72-c/RIR.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-2594313083319167120</id><published>2011-11-14T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:39:33.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore; coisaminhascomoapolo'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Mais puras verdades desta vida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajLHs1D2acg/TsEvcJTdSBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GrxxH54m1Uk/s1600/261538_1837646906962_1414179360_31700098_2995427_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajLHs1D2acg/TsEvcJTdSBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GrxxH54m1Uk/s320/261538_1837646906962_1414179360_31700098_2995427_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFVr8Wp4n0M/TsEvyaj_pWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9MMqgdVd30A/s1600/KEEP-CALM-AND-WRITE-A-BLOGR.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFVr8Wp4n0M/TsEvyaj_pWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9MMqgdVd30A/s320/KEEP-CALM-AND-WRITE-A-BLOGR.png" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...ainda, que, só de um vislumbre, é muitooooo booooom ver o único sítio onde realmente me [senti literalmente em casa ] !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ é curioso ser no dia de hoje?!?!...talvez, afinal de contas, nada acontece por acaso, mesmo, quando o que acontece é .......&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; nada &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(ou quase nada...vá...) agora vou só ali dentro fazer um litro de chá de camomila &lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-2594313083319167120?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2594313083319167120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=2594313083319167120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2594313083319167120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/2594313083319167120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-mais-puras-verdades-desta-vida.html' title='[ Das ] Mais puras verdades desta vida!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajLHs1D2acg/TsEvcJTdSBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/GrxxH54m1Uk/s72-c/261538_1837646906962_1414179360_31700098_2995427_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-4584074433053317749</id><published>2011-11-14T02:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T02:50:47.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemeenchemocoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[D]eixa-te apaixonar...e, um dia sem aviso prévio, verás que, afinal, encontraste [a]quele AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLLeqHqGhIM/TsDvnPHSp3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/T1qTt2i8ihI/s1600/tumblr_kwhx9cIs2Y1qzmz3mo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLLeqHqGhIM/TsDvnPHSp3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/T1qTt2i8ihI/s1600/tumblr_kwhx9cIs2Y1qzmz3mo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-te apaixonar por alguém que estimule o teu ser mulher, por inteiro.Deixa-te apaixonar por alguém que te compreenda, mesmo na tua loucura. Deixa-te apaixonar por alguém que seja o teu apoio bom. Deixa-te apaixonar por alguém que diga [ eu amo-te ] &amp;nbsp;com atitudes e, não apenas com palavras. Deixa-te apaixonar por alguém que sinta a tua falta, quer seja nas noites quentes, quer seja nas noites frias. Deixa-te apaixonar por alguém que precise de ti a sorrir, sempre. Deixa-te, simplesmente,&amp;nbsp;apaixonar...e, um dia, num qualquer momento de contemplação&amp;nbsp;sentirás que, afinal, terás encontrado [A] quele AMOR!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ ...e, assim, de repente, 1 ano de mim... 1 ano de ti... 1 ano de nós!! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-4584074433053317749?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4584074433053317749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=4584074433053317749' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4584074433053317749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/4584074433053317749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/deixa-te-apaixonare-um-dia-sem-aviso.html' title='[D]eixa-te apaixonar...e, um dia sem aviso prévio, verás que, afinal, encontraste [a]quele AMOR!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLLeqHqGhIM/TsDvnPHSp3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/T1qTt2i8ihI/s72-c/tumblr_kwhx9cIs2Y1qzmz3mo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7318415187044422998</id><published>2011-11-11T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:16:58.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurossincráticameassumo; coisasimportantes; coisasminhascomossapatoseoutrasmerdas;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficoquenãomeaguento'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Motivo que me faz, ainda, desiludir-me com algumas pessoas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnTnfrSvIM4/Tr1H0yEhP5I/AAAAAAAAAtU/humW_KCGYY8/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnTnfrSvIM4/Tr1H0yEhP5I/AAAAAAAAAtU/humW_KCGYY8/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op9F1xQRuYY/Tr1ISD8oW7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/wjWrQAMnITA/s1600/tumblr_lncpq43HoN1qbjt25o1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op9F1xQRuYY/Tr1ISD8oW7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/wjWrQAMnITA/s320/tumblr_lncpq43HoN1qbjt25o1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O motivo é, simplesmente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;...ILUDIR-MEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ és uma mula Tagarela d'Um Raio]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7318415187044422998?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7318415187044422998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7318415187044422998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7318415187044422998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7318415187044422998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-motivo-que-me-faz-ainda-desiludir-me.html' title='[ Do ] Motivo que me faz, ainda, desiludir-me com algumas pessoas!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnTnfrSvIM4/Tr1H0yEhP5I/AAAAAAAAAtU/humW_KCGYY8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1980841883514264924</id><published>2011-11-11T02:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T03:13:32.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoçõessaudáveis;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquenãoseiseriasechore;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] 11-11-11!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20PdD4JZGjE/Trz5hoKZ2rI/AAAAAAAAAtM/9wGpetJuK2A/s1600/tumblr_lugtsjJnO11qzr04eo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20PdD4JZGjE/Trz5hoKZ2rI/AAAAAAAAAtM/9wGpetJuK2A/s1600/tumblr_lugtsjJnO11qzr04eo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digoeucomosnervos.blogspot.com/"&gt;[imagem criteriosamente tirada á minha Joanissíma]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre o 11-11-11 muito se diz por aí. Um dia cheio de mística. Um dia que unirá muitas preces, certamente.&amp;nbsp;Para mim é, também,&amp;nbsp;dia de S. Martinho, que se transformará em noite de S. Martinho. Desde que me conheço por gente, que esta noite significava jantar em família. Desde que me conheço por gente que este dia significa, vinho novo, azeite novo, castanhas e romãs das fazendas. Hoje será noite de nos reunirmos uma vez mais para tudo isto. Hoje será também a noite que olhamos com mais atenção para o lugar outrora ocupado pelos meus avós. Hoje é o dia e a noite em os meus [ olhos ] espelham mais ainda a falta deles. Hoje é o dia que dedico sempre à figura daquele que foi/é um dos meus maiores amores, o meu meu avô, o homem que solenemente preparava e vivia este dia como se do Natal se tratasse. Hoje passam 23&amp;nbsp;anos sobre o dia&amp;nbsp;11-11-1988, no qual&amp;nbsp;pelas 13.30h pude pela última vez sentir aquele beijo na testa dado sempre com o amor que só um avô especial tem. No dia 11-11-1988, pelas 14.30h perdíamos num acidente de viação um dos nossos pilares.Com ele aprendi a mexer na terra com as mãos. Com ele aprendi a fazer os meus primeiros canteiros de salsa e coentros. Com ele aprendi o calor do amor incondicional. Com ele aprendi tanto...senhoreeess. Sinto-o ...juro que ainda hoje o sinto. Parece loucura, eu sei. Mas, ao palmilhar estas nossas fazendas, faço-o sempre com ele ao lado e agradeço sempre que os meus pais tenham permanecido nesta casa...a nossa casa ...a nossa terra. Hoje é um dia pleno de mística ...pleno de tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1980841883514264924?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1980841883514264924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1980841883514264924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1980841883514264924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1980841883514264924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-11-11-11.html' title='[ Do ] 11-11-11!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20PdD4JZGjE/Trz5hoKZ2rI/AAAAAAAAAtM/9wGpetJuK2A/s72-c/tumblr_lugtsjJnO11qzr04eo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-5694046272253673686</id><published>2011-11-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:39:58.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preciosismosmeus'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Lanidor ...{parte 2} "making people happier"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2AvZXuNByg/TrwCVtt_63I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ppE9cqAmIJ8/s1600/imagesCAXA3T9J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="107" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2AvZXuNByg/TrwCVtt_63I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ppE9cqAmIJ8/s400/imagesCAXA3T9J.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imVZGyX2CSE/TrwCcy7iztI/AAAAAAAAAs8/MTD-iqSMRFg/s1600/Tea+Room.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imVZGyX2CSE/TrwCcy7iztI/AAAAAAAAAs8/MTD-iqSMRFg/s1600/Tea+Room.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbiy_hnGUOw/TrwCl-cJFrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4VoR1OlSc_s/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbiy_hnGUOw/TrwCl-cJFrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4VoR1OlSc_s/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Da Lanidor já o confessei, sou adita. No entanto, eu [&amp;nbsp;uma brandmaniac assumida ] gosto sobretudo da estrutura da marca. Dos conceitos. Dos cheiros. Da imagem. Da postura no mundo dos negócios.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Da abordagem aos mercados.&amp;nbsp;Da capacidade de sustentabilização perante a volatilidade que&amp;nbsp;vivemos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Foi fundada em 1966. Do conceito inicial, de marca de roupa de senhora, já só&amp;nbsp; uma réstia se vislumbra.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O LA LIFE STYLE,&amp;nbsp;que tem como base fundamental e de inspiração a célebre visão&amp;nbsp;"making people happier", assenta&amp;nbsp; actualmente em conceitos inovadores, todos relacionados com o mundo da moda: LA Woman, a primeira marca Lanidor. LA Kids &amp;amp; Júnior, que inclui as recentes linhas New Born e LA Baby.LA Accessories.LA Caffé.LA Spa. LA Factory &amp;amp; La Loft&amp;nbsp;. LA Shop Online. LA Mag. LA Eyewear.&amp;nbsp; LA Hotel. E, não parece parar, por aqui,&amp;nbsp;o constante inovar da marca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A mais recente aposta estratéga da Lanidor&amp;nbsp;passa pela entrada em novos segmentos de mercado de onde se destacam aquisições de&amp;nbsp;insígnias de peso&amp;nbsp;como a&amp;nbsp; Globe, Casa Batalha, Companhia do Campo, Pablo Fuster, Quebramar. De realce também o [re] torno ao mercado nacional para a área da produção. Destes exemplos também vive o Portugal que temos. Destes exemplos também podemos tirar lições que nos encaminhem para a excelência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-5694046272253673686?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5694046272253673686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=5694046272253673686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5694046272253673686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/5694046272253673686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-lanidor-parte-2-making-people.html' title='[ Da ] Lanidor ...{parte 2} &quot;making people happier&quot;!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2AvZXuNByg/TrwCVtt_63I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ppE9cqAmIJ8/s72-c/imagesCAXA3T9J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-8846477355324531825</id><published>2011-11-10T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:37:18.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficoquenãomeaguento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefaziambemseasapanhasse;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemefazemumbemdesgraçado;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte da mais pura;'/><title type='text'>[ Da ] Lanidor !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpvpmNRX8Ms/Trv5kZpXJtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/kbBlqdTfLGY/s1600/imagesCAO73LTH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpvpmNRX8Ms/Trv5kZpXJtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/kbBlqdTfLGY/s1600/imagesCAO73LTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTsVkCqRz1s/Trv5nJFpi0I/AAAAAAAAAss/dpigkQaY2Ic/s1600/imagesCAVUC4B0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTsVkCqRz1s/Trv5nJFpi0I/AAAAAAAAAss/dpigkQaY2Ic/s1600/imagesCAVUC4B0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que, da Lanidor, eu tenho muito a dizer!! Gosto daquilo. Pronto. E, pouco existirá a fazer. Gosto dos sapatos e das botas. Gosto das roupinhas. Gosto das malas. Gosto dos lenços e sucedâneos. Gosto das pulseiras, colares e afins. Todos têm fraquezas. Eu tenho esta. Podia dar-me para pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ e ter uma a dois passos de casa não ajuda nada, confesso] E, andava eu tão controladinha. Huuummppffff &amp;nbsp;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-8846477355324531825?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8846477355324531825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=8846477355324531825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8846477355324531825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/8846477355324531825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/da-lanidor.html' title='[ Da ] Lanidor !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpvpmNRX8Ms/Trv5kZpXJtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/kbBlqdTfLGY/s72-c/imagesCAO73LTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-1884960988363680665</id><published>2011-11-10T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T03:19:15.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laisermoivivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feitiodamerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficoquenãomeaguento'/><title type='text'>[ Das ] Pessoas desta vida que me aborrecem...só tenho isto para dizer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[ ide bater com a cabecinha numa arestazinha de parede afiada e de caminho ide também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pró caralhinho&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; agradecida...muito agradecidaaaaaa ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-1884960988363680665?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1884960988363680665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=1884960988363680665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1884960988363680665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/1884960988363680665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-pessoas-desta-vida-que-me.html' title='[ Das ] Pessoas desta vida que me aborrecem...só tenho isto para dizer!!!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQkr5HXoY8E/Trulk3ltL_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZdUZaQoUE8w/s72-c/7568269_sctkV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755416510158118087.post-7847139458941712290</id><published>2011-11-09T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:26:15.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisasquemeenchemocoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não sei se ria se chore; coisasdonossoeu;'/><title type='text'>[ Do ] Meu Amor !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs6KG4WWyhs/TrrKEf9hiiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qQo-WLkVMpU/s1600/tumblr_l2s20xExzq1qzx5i0o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs6KG4WWyhs/TrrKEf9hiiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qQo-WLkVMpU/s320/tumblr_l2s20xExzq1qzx5i0o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Passaram 12 meses desde que escrevi isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1649923346"&gt;"..feita a primeira pré-avaliação [ num jantar intimista acompanhado de um excelente vinho e de uma conversa fantástica...] , fico com a sensação de me apetece continuar a pré-avaliação ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-assim-sendo.html"&gt;...e, sim, adoro cortesias...especialmente se tiverem uma boa dose de classe à mistura!!!!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Em Novembro de 2010 ele foi aparecendo na minha vida, chegado de um [ des ] encontro&amp;nbsp;desta vida,&amp;nbsp; que ainda hoje nos provoca o riso. Apareceu, lentamente. Lentamente, foi ficando. Ficando, foi [re] criando um lugar perdido algures em mim. Recriando [ me ], foi curando as minhas feridas, ainda, abertas. Curando [ me ]&amp;nbsp;foi conquistando o que de mais precioso eu tinha . Conquistando [ me ] fez-me encontrar uma mulher que nem por sombras eu sabia existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[ ...assim sendo, o caminho têm sido feito da melhor forma que, ambos, sabemos...ou seja, caminhando!! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4755416510158118087-7847139458941712290?l=princesatagarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7847139458941712290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4755416510158118087&amp;postID=7847139458941712290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7847139458941712290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4755416510158118087/posts/default/7847139458941712290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesatagarela.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-meu-amor.html' title='[ Do ] Meu Amor !!'/><author><name>Princesa Tagarela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986434450780426433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkNggc_Ko9A/TgC95kzXP9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ef9jTIYHUus/s220/CPIA_D%257E1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs6KG4WWyhs/TrrKEf9hiiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qQo-WLkVMpU/s72-c/tumblr_l2s20xExzq1qzx5i0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
