<?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-14603207</id><updated>2012-02-18T01:24:01.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Blogue para o Amor</title><subtitle type='html'>O mais poderoso de todos os sentimentos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-5035027432095242961</id><published>2011-03-01T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:44:33.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/l/li/linder6580/1334393_untitled.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri a janela e vi o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Desanimado, triste, infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;Revi-me na tua expressão...&lt;br /&gt;Não foi nada disto que eu quis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-5035027432095242961?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5035027432095242961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=5035027432095242961' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/5035027432095242961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/5035027432095242961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2011/03/tu-e-eu.html' title='Tu e eu'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-129190264216900626</id><published>2011-02-14T00:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:54:30.935Z</updated><title type='text'>Coração suspenso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/sp/spekulator/910632_-suffering-.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A viagem mais perigosa que temos de enfrentar na nossa vida, é a viagem do amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não amamos nem somos amados, sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos mas não somos correspondidos, sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando há uma relação mas algo não está bem, sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando somos largados, sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto deixamos de acreditar no amor, sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A viagem do amor pode, a certa altura, tornar-nos egoístas, irracionais, desconfiados, calculistas, doentes! E sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim, tudo isto ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, &lt;b&gt;declaro que hoje é o dia de suspender o coração.&lt;/b&gt; Não me vou render às perdições da viagem, vou levantar o rosto e olhar em frente. Vou quebrar o ciclo, acreditar e sair de casa com o meu melhor sorriso no rosto... Quem sabe alguém se apaixona por mim... hoje mesmo! E então estarei capaz de receber e retribuir todo esse amor, que quero na minha viagem pela vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-129190264216900626?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/129190264216900626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=129190264216900626' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/129190264216900626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/129190264216900626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/coracao-suspenso.html' title='Coração suspenso'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-1352611965380909214</id><published>2011-01-26T20:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:06:51.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Decidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/m/ma/mart1n/1091652_asian_autumn_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto ter-te mais por perto.&lt;br /&gt;O encanto foi-se como as folhas ao vento, lentamente, uma por uma, até não restar mais nenhuma nos ramos da árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto-me como uma árvore despida. A vergonha e a revolta tomaram conta do meu corpo e da minha alma. As almofadas já não me confortam. A televisão e o computador entediam-me.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te quero mais ao pé de mim. Não há volta atrás. Mesmo que isso implique definhar.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, hei-de florescer outra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-1352611965380909214?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1352611965380909214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=1352611965380909214' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/1352611965380909214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/1352611965380909214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/quero-desaparecer.html' title='Decidi'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-8180582637158272241</id><published>2010-10-08T23:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:27:57.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor no Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/n/nk/nkzs/1113409_leaf_heart___.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/n/nk/nkzs/1113409_leaf_heart___.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje choveu, fez vento e trovejou.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias estão mais curtos e escuros.&lt;br /&gt;As folhas amarelas, vermelhas e castanhas cobrem o chão. Cores quentes que contrastam com o frio que gela o meu corpo e o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Primavera parece agora tão distante... No entanto, está cada vez mais perto! Cada estação do ano dura 3 meses mas, quando acaba, promete voltar 9 meses depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será assim também com o amor? Volta depressa Primavera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-8180582637158272241?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8180582637158272241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=8180582637158272241' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/8180582637158272241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/8180582637158272241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor-no-outono.html' title='Amor no Outono'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-6959352851781634169</id><published>2010-10-02T01:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:16:09.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje ao acordar dirigi-me à janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/i/iu/iudit/1309295_sunrise__1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/i/iu/iudit/1309295_sunrise__1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje ao acordar dirigi-me à janela para olhar o céu. Estava frio, mas o sol brilhava intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que é exactamente assim que me sinto. Apesar de viver numa sociedade fria e desumana, a esperança num futuro melhor aquece-me o coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-6959352851781634169?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6959352851781634169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=6959352851781634169' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/6959352851781634169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/6959352851781634169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-ao-acordar-dirigi-me-janela.html' title='Hoje ao acordar dirigi-me à janela'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-5215268211903906581</id><published>2010-09-07T02:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:06:38.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/l/le/leovdworp/1196529_love_heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/l/le/leovdworp/1196529_love_heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Como lidar com as marcas de um antigo amor?&lt;/div&gt;Como ultrapassar o desalento de uma paixão não correspondida?&lt;br /&gt;Como encarar o futuro com o coração cheio de cicatrizes?&lt;br /&gt;Como olhar para uma pessoa sem que a experiência do passado condicione a nossa percepção e comportamento?&lt;br /&gt;Como voltar a ter o coração puro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será sempre possível começar de novo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-5215268211903906581?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5215268211903906581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=5215268211903906581' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/5215268211903906581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/5215268211903906581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-3432781037223889207</id><published>2010-09-07T01:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:50:31.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero limpar o pó e reunir todos os cacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_219094574"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/so/somadjinn/716604_bleeding_heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero limpar o pó e reunir todos os cacos&lt;br /&gt;E recomeçar a edificar a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo ou sem ti, vou juntar todos os pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova aventura, uma nova partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero que saibas que ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;E isso eu jamais poderei ignorar...&lt;br /&gt;Da minha vida és o principal ramo&lt;br /&gt;Ou de ti cuido, ou terei de te cortar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sofrimento vão não constrói&lt;br /&gt;E tenho de enveredar pelo meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Se comigo não vieres o coração dói,&lt;br /&gt;Se me acompanhares terás o meu carinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-3432781037223889207?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3432781037223889207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=3432781037223889207' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/3432781037223889207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/3432781037223889207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/quero-limpar-o-po-e-reunir-todos-os.html' title='Quero limpar o pó e reunir todos os cacos'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-6956748444935970374</id><published>2010-08-12T10:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:32:39.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A mão no ombro</title><content type='html'>Como se tu alumiasses&lt;br /&gt;ainda&lt;br /&gt;cada degrau, cada palavra,&lt;br /&gt;e a noite não fosse&lt;br /&gt;a única porta estranhamente&lt;br /&gt;branca,&lt;br /&gt;eu subia sem conhecer o ombro&lt;br /&gt;onde apoiava a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-6956748444935970374?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6956748444935970374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=6956748444935970374' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/6956748444935970374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/6956748444935970374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/mao-no-ombro.html' title='A mão no ombro'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-5652615148872875642</id><published>2010-03-10T14:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:29:23.548Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado Os Maias</title><content type='html'>O coração amordaçado,&lt;br /&gt;Bate calado quase, deixou de bater...&lt;br /&gt;Esta paixão, sabe a pecado e dor,&lt;br /&gt;A febre de te ter, mal de amor e prazer.&lt;br /&gt;É ir ao céu e não entrar&lt;br /&gt;Por ser um pecador;&lt;br /&gt;É partir e ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Naufragar num mar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu no céu do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um sol abrasador,&lt;br /&gt;Que me seduz com a sua luz e o seu calor...&lt;br /&gt;Há andorinhas a voar&lt;br /&gt;Para o sul no céu azul&lt;br /&gt;E eu a morrer, a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Por te amar;&lt;br /&gt;E a febre de te ter&lt;br /&gt;A dor de te perder amor&lt;br /&gt;A crescer, a crescer mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra e Música: John Neschling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZEBHfsW8u0&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZEBHfsW8u0&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-5652615148872875642?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5652615148872875642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=5652615148872875642' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/5652615148872875642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/5652615148872875642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/fado-os-maias.html' title='Fado Os Maias'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-115101135491928640</id><published>2006-06-22T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:22:34.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor...</title><content type='html'>O amor não se percebe. Não é para perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente. O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-115101135491928640?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115101135491928640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=115101135491928640' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/115101135491928640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/115101135491928640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-amor.html' title='O Amor...'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-114851666233539447</id><published>2006-05-25T01:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:54:30.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacos</title><content type='html'>A minha vida desfez-se em mil cacos...&lt;br /&gt;Para onde quer que olhe só vejo destruição,&lt;br /&gt;Cinzas e poeiras daquilo que foi uma relação.&lt;br /&gt;O meu peito dói, tenso e magoado &lt;br /&gt;Como se um punhal o tivesse atravessado&lt;br /&gt;E por dentro estivesse a rematar um passado.&lt;br /&gt;Ah como é duro e cruel o triste destino&lt;br /&gt;A que tu me condenaste. O que te faltou?&lt;br /&gt;Amor? Carinho? Não chega o que te dou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que procuras?&lt;br /&gt;Sexo e aventuras?&lt;br /&gt;Palavras frias e duras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, para te oferecer, só tenho calor&lt;br /&gt;Daquele que emana da paixão maior,&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas o do corpo e do suor...&lt;br /&gt;E em ti apenas procuro carinho, atenção&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer que seja a forma de retribuição&lt;br /&gt;Desde que seja natural, do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero limpar o pó e reunir todos os cacos&lt;br /&gt;E recomeçar a edificar a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo ou sem ti, vou juntar todos os pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova aventura, uma nova partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero que saibas que ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;E isso eu jamais poderei ignorar...&lt;br /&gt;Da minha vida és o principal ramo&lt;br /&gt;Ou de ti cuido, ou terei de te cortar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sofrimento vão não constrói&lt;br /&gt;E tenho de enverdar pelo meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Se comigo não vieres o coração dói,&lt;br /&gt;Se me acompanhares terás o meu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile.&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/14603207-114851666233539447?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/114851666233539447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=114851666233539447' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/114851666233539447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/114851666233539447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2006/05/cacos.html' title='Cacos'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-114497849398266398</id><published>2006-04-14T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:34:53.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;«Tente tudo e todas as coisas e não acredite em adeus.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-114497849398266398?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/114497849398266398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=114497849398266398' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/114497849398266398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/114497849398266398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2006/04/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-113318884020866363</id><published>2005-11-28T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:40:40.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz</title><content type='html'>Vem pra misturar juizo e carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Vem trair a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Vem separar o lado bom do mal&lt;br /&gt;E acalmar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra me tirar o escuro e a sensação&lt;br /&gt;de que o inferno é por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra se arrumar na minha confusão&lt;br /&gt;Vem querendo ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Rita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-113318884020866363?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113318884020866363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=113318884020866363' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/113318884020866363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/113318884020866363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/11/feliz.html' title='Feliz'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112955685861827385</id><published>2005-10-17T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:47:38.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensação</title><content type='html'>Sensação&lt;br /&gt;O amor floresce em qualquer estação&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu inverno encontra o seu verão&lt;br /&gt;Que emoção&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é ser feliz e fazer da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sensação&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor precisa do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;E se eu te der o meu, você me der o seu&lt;br /&gt;Nós seremos sensação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar me dá a impressão&lt;br /&gt;De que o amor é uma confusão de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero bagunçar de uma vez a vida&lt;br /&gt;Sensação&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor precisa do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;e se eu te der o meu, você me der o seu&lt;br /&gt;Nós faremos sensação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;KLB - Sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112955685861827385?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112955685861827385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112955685861827385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112955685861827385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112955685861827385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/sensao.html' title='Sensação'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112924308102426227</id><published>2005-10-13T23:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:55:16.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou como o mundo</title><content type='html'>Eu sou como o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não vejo a tua face&lt;br /&gt;Observo o seu reflexo.&lt;br /&gt;A tua presença é constante.&lt;br /&gt;E embora estejas distante&lt;br /&gt;Não torna o sentimento sem nexo&lt;br /&gt;Pois ele é espontâneo, natural,&lt;br /&gt;Universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile.&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/14603207-112924308102426227?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112924308102426227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112924308102426227' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112924308102426227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112924308102426227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/eu-sou-como-o-mundo.html' title='Eu sou como o mundo'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112648314697102776</id><published>2005-09-12T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:59:06.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor universal</title><content type='html'>«E se o amor não escolhe idade, cor ou crenças, pq há de escolher sexos?»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque é que o princípio universal da igualdade não se há-de aplicar universalmente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112648314697102776?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112648314697102776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112648314697102776' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112648314697102776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112648314697102776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/09/amor-universal.html' title='Amor universal'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112579251103714536</id><published>2005-09-04T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:08:31.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque</title><content type='html'>Porque não há frase mais sincera.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não há outra expressão que explique melhor aquilo que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquilo que sinto não se explica.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me deixas sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ao teu lado fico burro.&lt;br /&gt;Porque longe de ti ainda mais estúpido fico.&lt;br /&gt;Porque apenas penso em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os nossos corações batem em simlutâneo.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto e muito mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112579251103714536?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112579251103714536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112579251103714536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112579251103714536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112579251103714536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/09/porque.html' title='Porque'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112390065494278174</id><published>2005-08-13T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:37:34.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque te amo demais</title><content type='html'>Você chegou de repente&lt;br /&gt;Me fez mudar num segundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor vem assim sem avisar&lt;br /&gt;Faz nascer um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que queima dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão depressa não deu pra segurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te dar&lt;br /&gt;O céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que você sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo demais&lt;br /&gt;E só você me faz&lt;br /&gt;Entender que o amor é tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que o seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Espera da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Vou-te dar meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Nesta canção...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112390065494278174?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112390065494278174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112390065494278174' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112390065494278174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112390065494278174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/08/porque-te-amo-demais.html' title='Porque te amo demais'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112327891518371835</id><published>2005-08-05T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:55:36.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carinho</title><content type='html'>Volta a passar a tua mão suave pelo meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Como a água macia de um ribeiro sobre as pedras irregulares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a olhar para mim com os teus olhos brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Como o sol que espreita por entre as nuvens cinzentas carregadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a abraçar-me com a força do sentimento poderoso&lt;br /&gt;Que transmite a energia do amor, inundando os nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile.&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/14603207-112327891518371835?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112327891518371835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112327891518371835' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112327891518371835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112327891518371835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/08/carinho.html' title='Carinho'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112301609380059544</id><published>2005-08-02T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:54:53.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Poeta</title><content type='html'>Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior&lt;br /&gt;Do que os homens!  Morder como quem beija!&lt;br /&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;br /&gt;Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;br /&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;br /&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;É condensar o mundo num só grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...&lt;br /&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;br /&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Florbela Espanca, &lt;em&gt;CHARNECA EM FLOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112301609380059544?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112301609380059544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112301609380059544' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112301609380059544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112301609380059544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/08/ser-poeta.html' title='Ser Poeta'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112222750744761914</id><published>2005-07-24T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:51:47.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, uma visão religiosa</title><content type='html'>Capitulo 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Ainda que eu falasse as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, e não tivesse amor, seria como o metal que soa ou como o sino que tine.&lt;br /&gt;2 E ainda que tivesse o dom de profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e não tivesse amor, nada seria.&lt;br /&gt;3 E ainda que distribuísse toda a minha fortuna para sustento dos pobres, e ainda que entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado, e não tivesse amor, nada disso me aproveitaria.&lt;br /&gt;4 O amor é sofredor, é benigno; o amor não é invejoso; o amor não trata com leviandade, não se ensoberbece.&lt;br /&gt;5 Não se porta com indecência, não busca os seus interesses, não se irrita, não suspeita mal;&lt;br /&gt;6 Não folga com a injustiça, mas folga com a verdade;&lt;br /&gt;7 Tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta.&lt;br /&gt;8 O amor nunca falha; mas havendo profecias, serão aniquiladas; havendo línguas, cessarão; havendo ciência, desaparecerá;&lt;br /&gt;9 Porque, em parte, conhecemos, e em parte profetizamos;&lt;br /&gt;10 Mas, quando vier o que é perfeito, então o que o é em parte será aniquilado.&lt;br /&gt;11 Quando eu era menino, falava como menino, sentia como menino, discorria como menino, mas, logo que cheguei a ser homem, acabei com as coisas de menino.&lt;br /&gt;12 Porque agora vemos por espelho em enigma, mas então veremos face a face; agora conheço em parte, mas então conhecerei como também sou conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;13 Agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança e o amor, estes três, mas o maior destes é o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 ª EPÍSTOLA DE S. PAULO AOS CORÍNTIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idm.pt/biblia/1Corintios.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.idm.pt/biblia/1Corintios.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112222750744761914?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112222750744761914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112222750744761914' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112222750744761914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112222750744761914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/07/amor-uma-viso-religiosa.html' title='Amor, uma visão religiosa'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112190729219969705</id><published>2005-07-21T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:54:52.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Cheia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4838/1072/1600/Lua%20Cheia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4838/1072/200/Lua%20Cheia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112190729219969705?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112190729219969705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112190729219969705' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112190729219969705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112190729219969705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/07/lua-cheia.html' title='Lua Cheia'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112190590298199281</id><published>2005-07-21T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:56:00.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar-te é sorrir para o mundo</title><content type='html'>Amar-te é sorrir para o mundo, pois o mundo tem a tua face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112190590298199281?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112190590298199281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112190590298199281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112190590298199281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112190590298199281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/07/amar-te-sorrir-para-o-mundo.html' title='Amar-te é sorrir para o mundo'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112188335101535248</id><published>2005-07-20T19:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:55:59.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero amar-te</title><content type='html'>Quero amar-te como se o depois fosse nunca&lt;br /&gt;E o agora fosse o sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tu iluminas o meu ser, o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;E dás vida aos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;És um caminho, não um fim,&lt;br /&gt;A ponte para a terra prometida,&lt;br /&gt;A nuvem leve que nos transporta para um infinito&lt;br /&gt;Em que o pensamento é vento fraco e suave&lt;br /&gt;E o sentimento é o sol quente e aconchegante&lt;br /&gt;Que nos abraça e nos une.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile.&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/14603207-112188335101535248?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112188335101535248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112188335101535248' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112188335101535248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112188335101535248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/07/quero-amar-te.html' title='Quero amar-te'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603207.post-112171847538963319</id><published>2005-07-18T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:29:14.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Blog para o Amor</title><content type='html'>Não. Aqui não vais descobrir o que é verdadeiramente o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é uma energia, talvez a energia mais forte existente neste planeta. O Amor constrói e também destrói; é uma experiência comum a todos os seres humanos. O Amor é o mais poderoso de todos os sentimentos... Por isso vamos falar sobre ele, vamos sentir a sua manifestação em nós transmiti-lo aos outros. Vamos encher o mundo de Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brevemente neste Blog, vamos sentir o Amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14603207-112171847538963319?l=paraoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/112171847538963319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14603207&amp;postID=112171847538963319' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112171847538963319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14603207/posts/default/112171847538963319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paraoamor.blogspot.com/2005/07/um-blog-para-o-amor.html' title='Um Blog para o Amor'/><author><name>smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06823758157002719837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFP6JFG3d4/SqKifhQ0pGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wt68xFVn9Oc/S220/XD2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
