<?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-3823058162161001728</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:49:57.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atira-te</title><subtitle type='html'>'I love you, but you don't love me and I'm so lonely without you by my side'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-3478368139967345337</id><published>2010-01-03T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:54:33.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; COLOR: #666600; FONT-SIZE: 180%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; FONT-SIZE: 100%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Procuro no silêncio do olhar, uma multidão imensa de inigualavél fúria, umas vozes finas sobre as tochas de fogo a arderem e após o fogo ardente começaram a chegar pessoas de todo o além, senti que fora chamado para outro mundo, um mundo de&lt;/span&gt; originalidade e um mundo de solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823058162161001728-3478368139967345337?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3478368139967345337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/procuro-no-silencio-do-olhar-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/3478368139967345337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/3478368139967345337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/procuro-no-silencio-do-olhar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-7863269984975467621</id><published>2009-12-06T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:56:59.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei como, nem onde nem quando, mas sei que será para sempre. Amo-te com todas as minhas forças :')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And now I'm alone without you by my side. I love you &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you don't love me and I'm try all things for you love me . But i dont inside 'of your hearth. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/3823058162161001728-7863269984975467621?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7863269984975467621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-sei-como-nem-onde-nem-quando-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/7863269984975467621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/7863269984975467621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-sei-como-nem-onde-nem-quando-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-3860186616750282198</id><published>2009-11-18T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:56:04.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Cx9dTOanwMtxPM:http://palavrasdacoral.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/mulher%2520no%2520mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fecho-me num armário sem chave, sem opiniõ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es, por mim. Prometi a mim mesmo que &lt;strong&gt;jamais&lt;/strong&gt; abrirá, unicamente tentando todas as formas nunca dará. Tomei esta decisão e comigo a levarei em frente, derradeiramente. &lt;em&gt;Sempre&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;Nunca&lt;/em&gt; te esquecerei. Fechei-me para o mundo, fechei-me para tudo. Abrira espaço para tudo ou ao mesmo tempo nada. A qualquer instante eu não teria conseguido tomar esta decisão. Mas a coragem ergueu-se acima de todos os limites. Transdesceu tudo o que eu não era forte o suficiente para o fazer. Abri espaço para tudo como nunca tinha aberto. Perguntei-me a mim mesmo: De que cor é estar fechado? Obtive uma resposta como nunca imaginaria. Estar fechado é &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; a cor. Temos em frente a resposta a tudo. Limitamo-nos apenas a tentar seguir mais além do infinito. &lt;em&gt;By: João Martins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823058162161001728-3860186616750282198?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3860186616750282198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/fecho-me-num-armario-sem-chave-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/3860186616750282198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/3860186616750282198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/fecho-me-num-armario-sem-chave-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-3445144052814623844</id><published>2009-10-30T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:18:37.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já?&lt;/strong&gt; É este o momento certo? Ironias convalescentes, pensamentos obscuros.Complicações?Vai, Segue, Continua.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atira-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Será a escolha correcta? Talvez. Prossegue como desconhecido. Enfrenta. Ninguém te impede. Vives num Mundo onde lidera o tudo e o nada. Foge?Não, fica. Tu és aqui, pertences aqui, não vás. Idolatriza-te, torna-te próprio, sê tu. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tentes ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Age por ti. Sente criatividade vindo de ti, sim, agora és tu. Prepara-te, confia, vai. Eu procurei-te por tudo mas sei que não valeu nada, &lt;strong&gt;fugiste&lt;/strong&gt;.Não te vou pressionar a abrires-te e a voltares. Toma consciência do que fizeste e do que fazerdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823058162161001728-3445144052814623844?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3445144052814623844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-poderia-o-pequeno-jovem-lutar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/3445144052814623844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/3445144052814623844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-poderia-o-pequeno-jovem-lutar.html' title=''/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-1509596758991627168</id><published>2009-08-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:08:36.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca aprendi como conquistar, mas sempre percebi como amar, e tu mostraste-me isso Jessica. és tanto. Percebi que ganhei confiança em ti. Amo.te tanto. A vida sem desafios não é vida, é facilidade. Precisamos de perceber o significado do amor para poder proválo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica, AMO-TE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/3823058162161001728-1509596758991627168?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1509596758991627168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/nunca-aprendi-como-conquistar-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/1509596758991627168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/1509596758991627168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/nunca-aprendi-como-conquistar-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-4861624689099126460</id><published>2009-07-22T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:02:26.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre conquistei caminhos inconquistavéis, perdoei coisas imperdoavéis, aceitei coisas inaceitavéis, mas hoje consigo deixar de pensar que tinha de fazer o que diziam que era o melhor, e, segui o meu coração.Apenas faço coisas inesquecíveis, para ficarem em memória preservadas. Coisas utópicas, coisas inalteradas. Coisas amadas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;'3&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/3823058162161001728-4861624689099126460?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4861624689099126460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/sempre-conquistei-caminhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/4861624689099126460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/4861624689099126460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/sempre-conquistei-caminhos.html' title='Actos'/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-4981304194090344757</id><published>2009-07-07T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:42:57.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho medo que a escuridão me atravesse por completo. Tenho receio que me deixe levar pelo momento. Tenho a sorte de estar aqui, mas tenho o azar de me deixar levar para ali. Pois nem sempre podemos planear a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3823058162161001728-4981304194090344757?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4981304194090344757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/4981304194090344757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/4981304194090344757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-2866355976392305064</id><published>2009-07-06T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:43:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:nn9yOe5QEZcSgM:http://belogue.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:nn9yOe5QEZcSgM:http://belogue.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/solidao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procuro no silêncio do olhar, uma multidão imensa de inigualavél fúria, umas vozes finas sobre as tochas de fogo a arderem e após o fogo ardente começaram a chegar pessoas de todo o além, senti que fora chamado para outro mundo, um mundo de originalidade e um mundo de solidão. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MoriMori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3823058162161001728-2866355976392305064?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2866355976392305064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/2866355976392305064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/2866355976392305064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823058162161001728.post-6715317550856365890</id><published>2009-07-02T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:09:41.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quinta-Feira 2 de Julho de 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/Sk0r70FS65I/AAAAAAAAAA4/p64MBBoUcvA/s1600-h/amor7iz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353983838606519186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/Sk0r70FS65I/AAAAAAAAAA4/p64MBBoUcvA/s320/amor7iz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi um pensamento ingénuo do que significava o amor, e ao longo da minha curta vida, até há pouco, julgava que o amor era um sentimento igual aos outros, mas diferente. Percebes? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma forma ilusiva, o amor era igual mas diferente. Até que cheguei a uma inexplicavél razão do que era o amor. O amor não só se sente, também se comprova. E algum dia hás-de vir a perceber como é bom saber o seu real significado. É uma pura palavras de quatro letras (AMOR), mas tem um significado de milhões dela. Não sei como é possível as pessoas que dizem que não sabem amar se nunca arriscaram. Percebi que estava na altura de fazer algo, algo marcante. E fi-lo. Retomei vidas de várias pessoasa em novos pensamentos. Meras ajudas podem levar a uma grande descoberta, pois não estás sozinha, estás com alguém que te ama. Mesmo que não seja um namorado , existe alguém que te ama verdadeiramente. Esse alguém ajuda-te quando podes. Esse alguém é quem tu menos esperas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exclamado por : JM-MoriMori&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/3823058162161001728-6715317550856365890?l=imlikeastorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6715317550856365890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/6715317550856365890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823058162161001728/posts/default/6715317550856365890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikeastorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>ScandalousCakehode</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695681396713882540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/SzFccS00ghI/AAAAAAAAAB8/U_jZQ5wMac8/S220/Capturar.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lFzLDSwhs8g/Sk0r70FS65I/AAAAAAAAAA4/p64MBBoUcvA/s72-c/amor7iz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
