<?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-24312278</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:35:57.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115530835247819153</id><published>2006-08-11T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:08:33.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/sinais-tempestade.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/sinais-tempestade.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/sinais-tempestade.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/sinais-tempestade.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/sinais-tempestade.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chegou a hora de dizer Adeus!&lt;br /&gt;A vida é feita de alegrias, tristezas, despedidas...&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, a minha vida está em plena transformação...Este blog deixou de fazer sentido...&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de escrever e comunicar esmoreceu…&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos os que fizerem deste espaço o meu cantinho, agradeço a todos os que por cá passaram!Continuarei a passar por cá para vos visitar e para me recordar do que aqui se foi escrevendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24312278-115530835247819153?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115530835247819153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115530835247819153&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115530835247819153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115530835247819153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/08/chegou-hora-de-dizer-adeus-vida-feita.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115505196704189547</id><published>2006-08-08T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:47:55.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/CLASSIC16-thumb.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/CLASSIC16-thumb.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “Adeus” – Palavra tão fria e cruel... mas foi assim que o destino escolheu e não há nada a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viraste-me as costas e começas-te a caminhar no sentido oposto ao local que estava. Nesse momento senti uma faca trespassar todo o meu corpo, cortou o meu coração em dois, mesmo assim não havia sangue para deitar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, não há nada a não ser... lutar por mais uma etapa da minha vida....;)&lt;br /&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/24312278-115505196704189547?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115505196704189547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115505196704189547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115505196704189547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115505196704189547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/08/adeus.html' title='Adeus...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115316567927575709</id><published>2006-07-17T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:49:20.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/RedGiant_1024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/RedGiant_1024.0.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas eu...&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão sozinha…&lt;br /&gt;É como se houvesse um vazio…&lt;br /&gt;Um buraco...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me distante…&lt;br /&gt;Como se cada palavra dita por qualquer pessoa…&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer lugar tivesse eco no meu subconsciente!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me a morrer por dentro…&lt;br /&gt;Como se cada segundo tornasse inútil a minha existência...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mal em qualquer sítio…&lt;br /&gt;Como se me faltasse algo...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que eu estou presa…&lt;br /&gt;No vago que separa a luz das trevas…&lt;br /&gt;A vida da morte…&lt;br /&gt;O amor do ódio...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me totalmente dividida…&lt;br /&gt;Como um cristal que se partiu em mil pedaços…&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais será o mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto porque em sonhos és meu…&lt;br /&gt;E na realidade não te tenho…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me só sem ti…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um vazio enorme dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso…&lt;br /&gt;Me tornei naquilo que sou hoje…&lt;br /&gt;Apenas Eu…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-115316567927575709?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115316567927575709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115316567927575709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115316567927575709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115316567927575709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/07/apenas-eu.html' title='Apenas Eu'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115254540275390533</id><published>2006-07-10T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:32:29.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Tu nem me ves&lt;br /&gt;Só mais um dia.. amanha talvez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fico à espera&lt;br /&gt;De ver em ti&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento.. que trago dentro de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu so posso imaginar&lt;br /&gt;O que podia ser&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pudesse abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pudesse ter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente á espera de um gesto, de um sinal&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente tentando saber se dás por mim, afinal&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente á procura de um toque, de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente tentando saber..&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia os nossos mundos se irão cruzar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que irá dar, a esse teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu queria entrar.&lt;br /&gt;E tantas vezes, eu ja sorri&lt;br /&gt;So por lembrar-me&lt;br /&gt;So por pensar em ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu so posso imaginar&lt;br /&gt;O que podia ser&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pudesse abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te pudesse ter.. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente á espera de um gesto, de um sinal&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente tentando saber se dás por mim afinal&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente à procura de um toque, de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Secretamente tentando saber&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia os nossos mundos se irão cruzar...!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Rita Guerra"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-115254540275390533?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115254540275390533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115254540275390533&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115254540275390533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115254540275390533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/07/secretamente.html' title='Secretamente...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115228569328828751</id><published>2006-07-07T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:21:33.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devo-vos confessar que nesta última semana tenho andado muito indecisa....por vezes acho que o melhor é mesmo desistir de tudo...tenho a sensação que estou a tentar entrar na vida de alguém, e que esse alguém não me quer lá....&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes , dou mim a pensar se isto não será apenas "fantasmas" da minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Sejam "fantasmas", ou não..decidi aguardar mais um pouco...e não me precipitar... porque afinal de contas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;...."Muitos dos fracassos desta vida estão concentrados nas pessoas que desistiram foi por não saberem que estavam muito perto da linha de chegada"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/040103-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um bom fim de semana para todos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-115228569328828751?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115228569328828751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115228569328828751&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115228569328828751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115228569328828751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/07/devo-vos-confessar-que-nesta-ltima.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115194140755867154</id><published>2006-07-03T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:45:04.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desistir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/SonneKlas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/SonneKlas.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, mais vale desistir do que insistir...&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer do que querer...&lt;br /&gt;Arrumar do que cultivar, anular do que desejar...&lt;br /&gt;No ar ficará para sempre a dúvida se fiz bem...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, é preciso mudar o que parece não ter solução...&lt;br /&gt;Deitar abaixo para voltar a construir do zero!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer a voz e cheiro, as mãos e a cor da pele...&lt;br /&gt;Apagar a memória sem medo de a perder para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer tudo, cada momento, cada minuto, cada passo e cada palavra...&lt;br /&gt;Cada promessa e cada desilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, é preciso saber renunciar...&lt;br /&gt;Não aceitar, não cooperar, não ouvir nem contemporizar...&lt;br /&gt;Não pedir nem dar, não aceitar nem partilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Pedir silêncio paz e sossego, sem dor, sem tristeza e sem medo de partir...&lt;br /&gt;E partir para outro mundo, para outro lugar, mesmo quando o que mais queremos é FICAR...PERMANECER...CONSTRUIR...INVESTIR E SOBRETUDO AMAR...&lt;br /&gt;Quem fica, fica a ver, a pensar, a meditar, a lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;Até se conformar e um dia então tentar esquecer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-115194140755867154?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115194140755867154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115194140755867154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115194140755867154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115194140755867154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/07/desistir.html' title='Desistir'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115159275583249685</id><published>2006-06-29T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:52:35.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/desistir.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/desistir.png" width="371" 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/24312278-115159275583249685?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115159275583249685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115159275583249685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115159275583249685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115159275583249685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115107764371209501</id><published>2006-06-23T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:47:23.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/amantes.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O que eu sinto por ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejo ou Atracção? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fascinação ou Paixão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei...Desejo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, quero-te.Atracção? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, és diferente de tudo o que conheci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paixão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que é paixão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Querer alguém do nosso lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Querer ver... estar...sentir esse alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Querer sentir o sabor da tua boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A magia do toque das tuas mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Querer no meu corpo teus limites e sentir-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se isso tem alguma coisa a ver com paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que posso dizer que estou apaixonada por Ti!!!&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/24312278-115107764371209501?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115107764371209501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115107764371209501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115107764371209501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115107764371209501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-que-eu-sinto-por-ti-desejo-ou-atraco.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115023201767387652</id><published>2006-06-13T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:28:36.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hoje, meu anjinho, sinto falta do teu carinho, do leve toque da tua mão. Hoje, meu anjinho, sinto carência dos afectos que abundam no teu coração. Hoje, meu anjinho, estou presa a ti e louvo meus nobres sentimentos. Hoje, meu anjinho, sou louca e recordo todos os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/sonho.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;São palavras que brotam da minha alma e transpõem o infinito. Hoje, meu anjinho, apetecia-me fugir do mundo, ultrapassar todas as fantasias, agarrar em nossas almas e morder todos os preconceitos. Estou presa... na masmorra do teu coração! Meu anjinho, estou contigo e será do teu lado que quero percorrer as planícies, vales e montanhas desta passageira vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Adoro-te!&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/24312278-115023201767387652?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115023201767387652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115023201767387652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115023201767387652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115023201767387652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoje.html' title='hoje...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-115006095989447259</id><published>2006-06-11T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:29:15.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/Beijo%20Eluquecido.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/Beijo%20Eluquecido.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje fiquei com uma vontade enorme de escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Escrever não sei o quê, mas para ti&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fiquei com uma vontade enorme de te abraçar...&lt;br /&gt;De me perder em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;De me envolver em abraços&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fiquei cheia de saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me deu um imenso desejo&lt;br /&gt;De te amar...&lt;br /&gt;De me soltar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu queria estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Queria viver somente contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;E me entregar ao cansaço&lt;br /&gt;De uma noite de amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu queria ver teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Que te quero muito!!! &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/24312278-115006095989447259?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/115006095989447259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=115006095989447259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115006095989447259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/115006095989447259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/06/escrever.html' title='Escrever...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114926244063044595</id><published>2006-06-02T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:30:33.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos sair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/portada.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/portada.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/portada.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem anjinho, vamos sair de mão dadas&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o afago do sol, aquecendo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o carinho do vento, envolvendo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a curiosidade da chuva, descobrindo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos para mais perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguemo-nos à areia, que nos faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo cócegas nos nossos pés&lt;br /&gt;Vamos para perto do mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo a sua vontade de partilhar connosco&lt;br /&gt;Toda a frescura que é sentir uma onda rebentando a nossos pés...&lt;br /&gt;De mão dadas sempre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sentimos&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivemos e partilhamos&lt;br /&gt;Todos sentidos das coisas naturais...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tudo nos chama para viver esses lindos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Em conjunto... de mãos dadas...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vivemos nada sós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol quer fazer parte do nosso sorriso&lt;br /&gt;A chuva e o vento querem mostrar-nos que sentem também amor&lt;br /&gt;E o amor deseja patilhar connosco suas ondas&lt;br /&gt;Dando-nos a frescura e alegria duma onda rebentando a nossos pés!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/24312278-114926244063044595?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114926244063044595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114926244063044595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114926244063044595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114926244063044595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/06/vamos-sair.html' title='vamos sair...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114917730135030705</id><published>2006-06-01T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:31:07.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/luar%20na%20noite.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/luar%20na%20noite.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes queria poder parar o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Pará-lo nos momentos em que os meus olhos brilharam&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração bateu, feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos tão próximos... &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/24312278-114917730135030705?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114917730135030705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114917730135030705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114917730135030705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114917730135030705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/06/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114866602507049511</id><published>2006-05-26T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:53:45.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não importa o quanto esta nossa vida nos obriga a ser sérios....Todos nós procuramos alguém para sonhar...brincar...amar... e tudo o que precisamos é de uma mão para segurar, e um coração para nos entender....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/beijo.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho andado à tua procura anjinho.....só te posso dizer simplesmente que te adoro.....&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/24312278-114866602507049511?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114866602507049511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114866602507049511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114866602507049511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114866602507049511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/05/procura.html' title='Procura'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114824192376896465</id><published>2006-05-21T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:31:38.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/iris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/solidao-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;solidão do meu quarto,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te, calma... na luz das sombras, onde sorriem...&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu mundo, estrelas do mar submersas em reflexos de cristais.&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho em ti... mar de emoções...&lt;br /&gt;ondulações de carinho cujos baixios de areias douradas...&lt;br /&gt;Reflectem a luminosidade amena do ciclo lunar...&lt;br /&gt;Deleito-me com a solidão que me afaga o corpo adormecido,&lt;br /&gt;Pela tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos...e tu estás lá...&lt;br /&gt;E assim fico abraçada a ti...durante toda a noite...&lt;br /&gt;E desejo não acordar, desejo ficar assim quietinha, encolhida...somente ao pé de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/24312278-114824192376896465?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114824192376896465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114824192376896465&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114824192376896465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114824192376896465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/05/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114744307028121254</id><published>2006-05-12T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:31:26.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procuro-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/Amagiadolugar.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perco-me no abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que me faz sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontro-me no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que sinto por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho-te....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....Sem te tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho-te ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que devo&lt;br /&gt;Desistir do beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que tanto desejámos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se desistir do abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que tanto ansiámos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuo a procurar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...No beijo que não saboreámos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No abraço que não enlaçámos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Meu anjinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como eu te queria hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&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/24312278-114744307028121254?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114744307028121254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114744307028121254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114744307028121254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114744307028121254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/05/procuro-te.html' title='Procuro-te...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114735953806174672</id><published>2006-05-11T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:58:58.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/100_mulher_ondas_mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/100_mulher_ondas_mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo nos deixa irritados...&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece...&lt;br /&gt;Te respeita e te entende.&lt;br /&gt;E é assim....&lt;br /&gt;Que perdemos pessoas especiais.... &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/24312278-114735953806174672?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114735953806174672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114735953806174672&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114735953806174672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114735953806174672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/05/fcil-demonstrar-raiva-e-impacincia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114703305361766812</id><published>2006-05-07T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:17:33.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/sonho%20na%20praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/sonho%20na%20praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim...&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, para abraçar-me, para ouvir-me, amar-me...&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder fechar os meus olhos e imaginar alguém...&lt;br /&gt;E... Poder ter a certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;que sente a minha falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Imagino tudo isto num sonho...Um sonho em que sou feliz com esse alguém... Alguém esse que és tu meu Anjinho...&lt;br /&gt;E...nesse sonho consigo alcançar uma felicidade, que só existe ao teu lado!&lt;br /&gt;Só desejo nunca deixar de sonhar...e que este sonho se torne realidade... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114703305361766812?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114703305361766812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114703305361766812&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114703305361766812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114703305361766812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/05/sonho.html' title='Sonho...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114633662206839310</id><published>2006-04-29T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:52:34.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/anjo-luz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/anjo-luz.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Estou muito sentida com ele... tanto que eu tenho feito para o surpreender, para o cativar, para o conquistar, e numa conversa banal, ele refere-se a mim como AMIGA... assim, simplesmente... Estou a pensar pedir-lhe desculpa, por tudo o que fiz até agora, e pôr uma pedra sobre o assunto, por mais que isso me possa custar... Além disso, estou desconfiada que ele realmente tem alguém, embora me tenha dito que não... sinto isso...&lt;br /&gt;Vai-me custar, mas penso ser realmente o melhor a fazer... pode ser que também seja o melhor para ele, também para que se possa consciencializar se quer realmente só a minha amizade, ou algo mais... mas só a minha amizade não... só isso não quero, e nem consigo...&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/24312278-114633662206839310?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114633662206839310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114633662206839310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114633662206839310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114633662206839310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_29.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114580257512942818</id><published>2006-04-23T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:52:46.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/imagem.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meio de uma infinidade de estrelas tu equiparas-te ao sol... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois apesar das estrelas aparecerem à noite e dar um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ar especial ao céu,elas não têm a capacidade de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iluminar o caminho de alguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já o sol não, ele além de ser a maior das estrelas ele tem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o poder de iluminar o nosso dia fazendo com que as coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aconteçam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não estás ao meu lado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto-me como num céu, repleto de estrelas independentes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde cada uma brilha por si só, porém quando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho a tua presença, sinto-me preenchida, pois tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encantas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assim como o sol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114580257512942818?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114580257512942818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114580257512942818&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114580257512942818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114580257512942818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/estrelinha.html' title='Estrelinha'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114554702218198297</id><published>2006-04-20T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:30:22.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Será que já não gostas das supresas que te faço anjinho? Ainda ontem à noite te preparei uma supresa com tanto carinho, e tu nem me disseste nada...será que não gostaste? Era 1 simples bilhete, mas que transmitia muito daquilo que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;E hoje? Ainda nem me deste sinal de vida...não deves mesmo ter gostado...Desculpa se te chateio com esses pequenos "mimos"...mas tu dizes que não te importas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Pensei que não era por já te conhecer pessoalmente, que ia então deixar de colocar supresas no teu carro...pensava que realmente gostavas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Até podes ter gostado...como desde ontem que não sei nada de ti, penso logo o pior....&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/24312278-114554702218198297?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114554702218198297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114554702218198297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114554702218198297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114554702218198297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/ser-que-j-no-gostas-das-supresas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114520425361865910</id><published>2006-04-16T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:20:10.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tratado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/saudade.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés de uma lágrima;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho palavras doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés de dizeres infelizes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés de uma discussão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho intensidade de nossa presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés da saudade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho a confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés do ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;;Eu te proponho a compreensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés da raiva e da discórdia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando houver mágoa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho carinhos e abraços apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés da gélida solidão ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho minha companhia em nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;momentos mais difíceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés de um afastamento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho a persistência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando houver vontade de desistência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés do sofrimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho serenidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés da intempérie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho proximidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ao invés da distância;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho alegria e admiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando de nossas vitórias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho garra diante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;da busca de nossos objetivos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho que busquemos, um no outro,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/rosa%20azul%20da%20paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/rosa%20azul%20da%20paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a força e a coragem para vencermos nossas batalhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho o meu coração, a minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e todos os meus sonhos de amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho toda uma vida para nós dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;repleta de amor e companheirismo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho um amor de verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;daqueles que Deus e todos os anjos abençoam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;desse amor enquanto dure;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas que dure para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho uma trégua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;que nos traga a paz e a felicidade de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu te proponho nós os dois....&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/24312278-114520425361865910?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114520425361865910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114520425361865910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114520425361865910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114520425361865910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/tratado.html' title='Tratado...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114513556010309643</id><published>2006-04-15T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:12:40.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/pascoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/pascoa.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/24312278-114513556010309643?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114513556010309643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114513556010309643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114513556010309643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114513556010309643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114478301802896385</id><published>2006-04-11T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:03:38.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/fantasia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/fantasia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até à pouco tempo atrás sentia-me feliz....No sábado à noite, o "meu" Anjinho veio falar comigo...Pois foi, ja falei com ele cara a cara pela 1ª vez...E afinal não custou assim tanto...Ele é mesmo muito querido!Como eu não me ia apresentar, decidiu vir ele e meter conversa comigo, foi pouco o tempo que falámos um com o outro, mas valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me feliz pelo facto de ter falado com ele, mas...ao ler um dos comentários que me deixaram no blog, fiquei a pensar num deles....O qual dizia que era melhor saber se ele tinha alguem...então aí os meus "medos" voltaram...Uma das vezes que falei com ele, questionei-o sobre essa situação, e ele disse para não me preocupar....&lt;br /&gt;Possivelmente nem vale a pena preocupar-me, o que tiver que acontecer , acontecerá...Vamos lá ver o desfecho que esta história irá ter agora que já falei com ele.... &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/24312278-114478301802896385?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114478301802896385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114478301802896385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114478301802896385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114478301802896385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114452800869475096</id><published>2006-04-08T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:31:51.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/coragem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/coragem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta-me a coragem para te dizer todas as palavras que se agarraram à minha garganta, e às quais não consigo dar som. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta-me a coragem para olhar nos teus olhos e poder dizer-te... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta-me coragem... E fôlego. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me coragem para te dizer tudo o que quero dizer falta-me a certeza. E afundam-me as dúvidas, as incertezas. E o medo. O meu inimigo. O inimigo das minhas palavras. O inimigo das minhas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo das tuas palavras. Tenho medo de sofrer. E sofro. Por antecipação. Por não fazer nada. Por não ter coragem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta-me coragem para te dizer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me coragem para te dizer o que sinto. Não me abandona o medo. Não o leva o vento. Falta-me coragem para te dizer as palavras que me queimam por dentro. Para te dizer...E para fugir a seguir. Mas não tenho coragem de te dizer essas palavras. Apesar de ansear por te as dizer, por te as murmurar ao teu ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me coragem para te falar sobre o que sinto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114452800869475096?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114452800869475096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114452800869475096&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114452800869475096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114452800869475096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/coragem.html' title='Coragem'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114452759403685752</id><published>2006-04-08T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:20:04.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/apaixonados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/apaixonados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mais um dia que passou, mais uma hora em que não falei contigo, e mais uma noite que está a chegar e eu sem saber se realmente será hoje ou não que irei falar contigo pessoalmente....Cada vez que olho para ti tenho vontade de ir ter contigo, de estar contigo, de passar as minhas mãos no teu rosto e com elas desenhar todos os seus contornos para guardá-los no meu pensamento...Quero entrelaçar as minhas mãos nas tuas e ficar horas assim, contigo....num mundo em que apenas estamos nós os dois...&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que vale o querer, se não o faço...&lt;br /&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/24312278-114452759403685752?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114452759403685752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114452759403685752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114452759403685752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114452759403685752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/mais-um-dia-que-passou-mais-uma-hora.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114408815846576948</id><published>2006-04-03T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:15:58.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="297" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/clip_image002.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Esta semana que passou quase que não vi o meu Anjinho...Só o vi no sábado à noite...no entanto na sexta à noite passei à casa dele e deixei-lhe um bilhete no carro...um bilhete onde eu descrevia alguns dos meus sentimentos, em que lhe disse que sentia falta do abraço que nunca lhe pedi, do beijo que nunca lhe roubei, do carinho que nunca lhe dei, das palavras que nunca lhe disse, de gestos que nunca fiz, de sorrisos que são dele e que nunca os tornei meus... Nesse mesmo bilhete tabém descrevi que tinha saudades das tardes que nunca passei com ele e de todos os momentos que nunca compartilhamos...No final o que lhe disse é que sentia falta dele... Ontem à noite falei com ele ao telefone...quando desliguei fiquei triste...triste por ainda nao me ter apresentado! Mas já sei porque ainda não o fiz... Ainda não o fiz porque ele já sabe que eu estou interessada nele...eu tenho é medo que ele não esteja interessado...por ter esse receio é que ainda não me apresentei...tenho medo de sofrer uma desilusão!Também sei que se não arriscar nunca chegarei mesmo a saber... &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/24312278-114408815846576948?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114408815846576948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114408815846576948&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114408815846576948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114408815846576948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114347182038320768</id><published>2006-03-27T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:05:55.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado à noite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/ano%20novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/ano%20novo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma noite passou em que estive quase toda a noite ao pé dele, e com várias oportunidades para me ir apresentar mas não o fiz....No entanto posso dizer que adorei estar assim tão proximo dele durante tanto tempo! Mas o que vale isto, se nem sequer fui falar com ele....mas também fico a pensar, ele estava com os amigos e eu não queria incomodar...ele podia não gostar...é por isso que não fui lá....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao mesmo tempo fico a pensar que tudo isto são desculpas....Só sei que tenho mesmo que arranjar uma forma de me apresentar, porque eu própria já estou a ficar farta de tudo isto...Esta minha "timidez" está a ir longe de mais...Tenho mesmo que pôr um ponto final em tudo isto....Eu só gostava de arranjar uma maneira original para te dizer quem sou, Anjinho...&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/24312278-114347182038320768?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114347182038320768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114347182038320768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114347182038320768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114347182038320768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/sbado-noite.html' title='Sábado à noite....'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114313180622632090</id><published>2006-03-23T16:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:38:18.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu, Meu Amor Impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/Mar%20Azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/Mar%20Azul.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Sussurros imaginários&lt;br /&gt;Que passeiam e deambulam&lt;br /&gt;Pelos cantos vazios e escuros&lt;br /&gt;Do meu quarto…&lt;br /&gt;É o eco da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Que me mantém este sorriso louco&lt;br /&gt;E feliz na face…&lt;br /&gt;Vã e insólita&lt;br /&gt;É a esperança de te ter finalmente&lt;br /&gt;Em meus braços…&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Deste amor impossível&lt;br /&gt;Assombrar as minhas noites&lt;br /&gt;E fazer-me evocar o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Com ansiedade?&lt;br /&gt;Oh mente doentia, a minha!&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que saiba&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca te vou ter,&lt;br /&gt;És tu, meu doce Anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Quem, eternamente, eu vou querer…" &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/24312278-114313180622632090?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114313180622632090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114313180622632090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114313180622632090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114313180622632090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/tu-meu-amor-impossvel.html' title='Tu, Meu Amor Impossível'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114304844990176524</id><published>2006-03-22T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:30:56.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Oportunidade Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hoje tenho andado o dia todo a sentir-me mal comigo própria...a pensar como é que eu posso ter sido tao burra!Ontem à noite ele ainda me ligou, e perguntou-me onde eu estava, eu disse-lhe que estava algures pela cidade...e ele disse que me ir buscar para falar um bocadinho comigo! Pois é...mas eu quase de imediato recusei logo....faltou-me a coragem para ir...faltou-me a coragem para uma oportunidade que ele me deu para falar com ele cara a cara...&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a inventar desculpas e não fui...agora tou arrependida, e fico a pensar porque não fui...porquê perder uma oportunidade destas?&lt;br /&gt;Prometi-lhe que na próxima vez que ele me convidasse que eu ia com ele...Mas será que vai haver próxima?&lt;br /&gt;No entanto já prometi a mim mesma, que se houver outra oportunidade destas não a vou deixar escapar...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa Anjinho...&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/24312278-114304844990176524?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114304844990176524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114304844990176524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114304844990176524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114304844990176524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/oportunidade-perdida.html' title='Oportunidade Perdida'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114304760729115868</id><published>2006-03-22T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:13:27.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Supresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/rosa_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/rosa_azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem à noite, foi noite de colocar mais uma supresa no carro dele...coloquei lá 1 flor com 1 bilhete...após a ter colocado, fui até ao local onde eu sabia que ele estaria, só para o ver! Entretanto ele saiu e foi para o carro, eu ainda demorei algum tempo até me ir embora, quando abalei e cheguei ao carro, foi quando peguei no telemovel e vi que ele não me tinha dito nada...fiquei desesperada! Pensei logo que ele não tinha gostado.Tive que lhe perguntar se ele tinha gostado, ao que me respondeu que sim...mas fiquei com a sensação que ele realmente não tinha gostado, e então "chamei-lhe" insensivel...um pouco mais tarde já me estava a arrepender de o ter feito! No fundo ele até é muito compreensivo, diz que vai aguardar até eu em apresentar, que não há pressa...Mas o meu medo é que o tempo seja um inimigo, e eu o perca sem nunca o ter tido....&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/24312278-114304760729115868?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114304760729115868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114304760729115868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114304760729115868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114304760729115868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/supresa.html' title='Supresa'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114290576690996075</id><published>2006-03-21T01:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:49:26.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/iaXAk2YBe4iAe1U7MhgaJN2hjmBO1ZBjlVFP4tRK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/iaXAk2YBe4iAe1U7MhgaJN2hjmBO1ZBjlVFP4tRK.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/24312278-114290576690996075?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114290576690996075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114290576690996075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114290576690996075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114290576690996075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/sentimento.html' title='Sentimento...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114290506691940228</id><published>2006-03-21T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:37:48.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/bluenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/bluenight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite em mim acenta , ainda é pior...pensar que te poderei ver e não o realizar!Mas afinal onde anda a minha coragem para chegar ao pé de ti e me apresentar?Porquê todos estes meus receios?&lt;br /&gt;No fundo tenho receio que já tenhas alguém, e que não reajas bem às minhas acções para contigo...embora digas que não te importas...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda esta noite, te dei um toque e tinhas o telefone ocupado...o que durou algum tempo, no fundo do meu coração sei que tens alguém, talvez seja por isso que ainda não fui ter contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não tenho o direito de te julgar...mas porque o faço?&lt;br /&gt;Por ter medo de me julgares?Por ter medo de te perder antes de te ter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgo-te talvez porque te queira e não posso ter............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114290506691940228?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114290506691940228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114290506691940228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114290506691940228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114290506691940228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114289212431752765</id><published>2006-03-20T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:04:50.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Ti Anjinho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/Casallll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/Casallll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que em todos os portos do mar da minha vida, eu te possa encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo o que eu desejo...Porque nesta viagem que é viver, em determinado momento eu compreendi que eu ainda não estava viva...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos encontraram os meus e então acordei..&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste o principio desta viagem....farás parte do fim??????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114289212431752765?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114289212431752765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114289212431752765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114289212431752765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114289212431752765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/para-ti-anjinho.html' title='Para Ti Anjinho....'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114278953556402728</id><published>2006-03-19T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:26:53.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Os meus receios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/RosaVermelha01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/RosaVermelha01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quais são os meus receios dentro de tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;Eu já o conhecia de vista, e então um interesse surgiu... Resolvi investir, e tentar conhecê-lo, mas não o queria fazer, e apanhar uma desilusão... Imaginemos que ele não nutria qualquer interesse especial por mim? Como iria ficar no meio disto tudo? Então decidi começar todo um processo de conquista, mas utilizando uma outra personagem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/recados.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/recados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Comecei por descobrir o carro dele, e começar a lá colocar bilhetes, e outras surpresas... Posteriormente surgiu o número de telefone dele, e assim comecei a saber qual a reacção que ele tinha a cada novidade colocada no carro... Ele sempre me disse que estava a gostar, e que não se importava que continuasse... aos poucos, foi-se apercebendo que a pessoa que lhe fazia todas aquelas surpresas não era quem ele pensava, e começou a suspeitar de mim...e ao que me parece, e ao que diz, quer mesmo que me apresente... Ainda não o fiz porque apesar de ele dizer que o quer, eu tenho medo que ao estar frente a frente com ele, a reacção não seja a melhor, e ainda acabe por me dar uma "descasca" por tudo isto. Realmente estou interessada nele, mas tenho medo de como possa ficar se ele não tiver o mínimo interesse por mim, e queira apenas que eu admita tudo aquilo que fiz, e que apenas queira ser meu amigo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114278953556402728?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114278953556402728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114278953556402728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114278953556402728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114278953556402728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/os-meus-receios.html' title='Os meus receios...'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114278861275142077</id><published>2006-03-19T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:57:27.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/1600/anjinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/2519/320/anjinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ontem lá estava ele...Lindo, como sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei, olhei, e ele olhou também... mas não passou disso mesmo, não ainda... estou a tentar arranjar coragem para o passo seguinte... até lá, o jogo continua.&lt;br /&gt;Saí com um grupo de amigos, onde um deles me fez o favor de pedir ao DJ para passar a música da Shakira"La tortura"... Não sabia o meu amigo que essa música tinha um significado especial para alguém, e que apenas três pessoas naquele recinto sabiam qual o significado dela... Assim que a música começou, foi o momento alto da noite... Eu não vi tudo na totalidade, porque não resisti a começar a rir à gargalhada, e evitar assim o olhar dele... Mas ele percebeu bem a mensagem, assim mo disse a minha irmã... Como estava de frente para ele, viu bem a reacção... ele também começou a rir à gargalhada, tendo bastante dificuldade em se conter... E porquê esta reacção a uma simples e badalada música? Porque numa das nossas conversas telefónicas, eu lhe disse que me iria apresentar se quando ele entrasse num bar, essa música estivesse a passar, porque ele para mim é uma tortura (no bom sentido da palavra, claro). Não houve qualquer apresentação, porque a música passou quando ambos já lá estavamos há algum tempo... Mas fica para uma próxima oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, de facto, já sabe quem eu sou, já não consigo mais escapar-me às perguntas directas, e conclusões que tira de tudo o que tenho feito até agora. Inclusivé, ontem a noite, já de madrugada, ainda falei com ele, e quando se despediu de mim frisando o meu nome verdadeiro, instintivamente aceitei, o que até agora tenho negado, uma vez que lhe disse um outro nome... mas a perspicácia dele vai muito além daquilo que esperava...&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é aguardar pelo desenrolar de mais acontecimentos, e ver até onde isto vai chegar, e se vou conseguir atingir o meu objectivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24312278-114278861275142077?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/feeds/114278861275142077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24312278&amp;postID=114278861275142077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114278861275142077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24312278/posts/default/114278861275142077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatortura.blogspot.com/2006/03/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Sentimentos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24312278.post-114270649932312759</id><published>2006-03-18T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:30:42.843Z</updated><title type='text'>La tortura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ay payita mía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Guárdate la poesía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Guárdate la alegría pa'ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No pido que todos los días sean de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Si lloras con los ojos secos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y hablando de ella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me duele tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que te fueras sin decir a donde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Solo de errores se aprende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mejor te guardas todo eso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y nos decimos adiós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ay amor me duele tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me duele tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que no creas más en mis promesas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ay amor es una tortura perderte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pero lo puedo arreglar amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Solo de errores se aprende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mejor te guardas todo eso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y nos decimos adiós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No te bajes, no te bajes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oye negrita mira, no te rajes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oye mi negra no me castigues más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yo solo soy un hombre arrepentido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yo se que no he sido un santo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;y es que no estoy hecho de cartón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No solo de pan vive el hombre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y no de excusas vivo yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Solo de errores se aprende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay ay ay Ay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;todo lo que he hecho por ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fue una tortura perderte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y me duele tanto que sea asi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sigue llorando perdón Yo... yo no voy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A llorar por ti&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/24312278-114270649932312759?l=minhatortura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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