<?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-1017533173757050104</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:29:01.494-08:00</updated><category term='highway to hell'/><category term='verão'/><category term='U'/><category term='Casa dos afectos'/><category term='poste com alguma ironia pelo meio'/><title type='text'>In this silence</title><subtitle type='html'>Our limit, is our imagination</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8735890020159109998</id><published>2012-01-27T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:09:36.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como o tempo passa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qVoBm3rtkc/TyK-Kes7X1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/DNsPfWqC32Y/s1600/bkju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qVoBm3rtkc/TyK-Kes7X1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/DNsPfWqC32Y/s400/bkju.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702329165453942610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Há tanto tempo que não passava por aqui, deixei de ter tempo para estas coisas, principalmente ter tempo para mim quero eu dizer. Tenho muitas saudades de escrever, fazia-me bem, mas por outro lado relembrava-me tudo aquilo que eu queria esquecer, não sei se isso era bom ou mau, no entanto deixei andar, desde que comecei a trabalhar e a estudar há quase dois anos, o meu tempo livre viu-se reduzido. Tive de deixar para lá a escrita, o fim da tarde que eu tanto usava para escrever... Enfim um monte de coisas que eu fazia e que deixei de fazer, para me poder dedicar a outras, neste tempo que passou a minha vida deu uma volta de 180º , não que eu quisesse ou deixasse de querer, simplesmente mudou, sem eu esperar nada. Principalmente a partir do inicio do ano 2010, que deixei o meu curso a meio, uma coisa que ainda hoje não consigo responder se estarei verdadeiramente arrependida ou não, se o fiz foi porque teve de ser e agora não há tempo para arrependimentos. Durante esse tempo comecei a tirar a carta de condução, uma coisa que eu nunca pensei fazer tão cedo, afinal só tenho 18 aninhos. Quando realmente comecei pensei que ia ficar a meio, era coisa a mais para a minha cabeça, mas começando, comecei a meter na cabeça que até era uma coisa que eu queria muito, então quando realmente queres uma coisa, tu consegues, e assim com um exame super complicado, em que chorei e quase abandonei o exame, consegui a carta de condução a 18 de Outubro. E como quem casa quer casa, quem ter carta quer carro não é assim? Lutei eu por mais algum tempo para conseguir um carro. Quando finalmente o conduzi pela primeira vez não o senti meu, foram uma série de lutas umas atrás das outras para conseguir concretizar alguns dos meus objectivos. Ao mudar de curso, mudei também de escola, o que me fez ter de adaptar a pessoas completamente desconhecidas e diferentes de mim. Deixei tudo para trás e entrei no curso de Fotografia, desde que o ano lectivo começou todos os dias me apercebo que é disto que eu gosto mesmo, e neste momento não tenho qualquer dúvida que é isto que eu quero para a minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Foi um ano em cheio, cheio de lágrimas, de sorrisos, de alegrias e também de tristezas, mas todos aqueles momentos em que senti que venci, foram momentos que jamais conseguirei descrever. Hoje sinto-me uma pessoa orgulhosa, orgulhosa de mim, de tudo aquilo que consegui, do meu trabalho, do meu curso, do meu carro, e de tudo aquilo que tenho conseguido ao longo de todo este tempo. Porque afinal tenho 18 anos, e a maior parte das pessoas com a minha idade, não quer responsabilidades, mas ter responsabilidades não é deixar de viver, é crescer. &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/1017533173757050104-8735890020159109998?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8735890020159109998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8735890020159109998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8735890020159109998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8735890020159109998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-o-tempo-passa.html' title='Como o tempo passa.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qVoBm3rtkc/TyK-Kes7X1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/DNsPfWqC32Y/s72-c/bkju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-9129933741334374186</id><published>2011-08-01T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:11:16.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUlXhGvymmQ/Tjckfro0OqI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DbcV5FwLbCs/s1600/FOTO.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUlXhGvymmQ/Tjckfro0OqI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DbcV5FwLbCs/s400/FOTO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636013585385929378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; position: relative; line-height: 17px; clear: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-text tweet-text-large" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif !important; line-height: 27px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enquanto os invejosos sentem ódio de mim, estou vivendo minha vida, realizando meus sonhos e conseguindo tudo o que quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-media-container" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="component" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-media" style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-9129933741334374186?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/9129933741334374186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=9129933741334374186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/9129933741334374186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/9129933741334374186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/08/enquanto-os-invejosos-sentem-odio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUlXhGvymmQ/Tjckfro0OqI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DbcV5FwLbCs/s72-c/FOTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4746511304030722688</id><published>2011-07-16T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T14:34:05.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrHdyKhSvG8/TiIDyBb7A6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/GrZKPEzJVGo/s1600/tumblr_lkermbUeBD1qzlsbno1_500_largelol.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrHdyKhSvG8/TiIDyBb7A6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/GrZKPEzJVGo/s400/tumblr_lkermbUeBD1qzlsbno1_500_largelol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630066642080433058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela tinha mil defeitos. Impaciente. Ciumenta. Difícil. Insensível. Louca. Não sabia falar sobre sentimentos. E ele adorava isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4746511304030722688?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4746511304030722688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4746511304030722688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4746511304030722688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4746511304030722688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/07/ela-tinha-mil-defeitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrHdyKhSvG8/TiIDyBb7A6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/GrZKPEzJVGo/s72-c/tumblr_lkermbUeBD1qzlsbno1_500_largelol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1909679420019058613</id><published>2011-06-01T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T04:23:13.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur844ehlmjk/TeYg2dA0bnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/illW2yX4les/s1600/18.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur844ehlmjk/TeYg2dA0bnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/illW2yX4les/s400/18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613210105436991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vá, posso votar, posso ir presa, já posso ter a minha cartinha de condução. Já sou adulta?&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/1017533173757050104-1909679420019058613?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1909679420019058613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1909679420019058613&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1909679420019058613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1909679420019058613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome-eighteen.html' title='Welcome eighteen'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ur844ehlmjk/TeYg2dA0bnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/illW2yX4les/s72-c/18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4576805075824220215</id><published>2011-05-27T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:08:17.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5gwhGZ36qM/TeA854AuBzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ZxJNEv0ut_Y/s1600/HC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5gwhGZ36qM/TeA854AuBzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ZxJNEv0ut_Y/s400/HC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611552100689250098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;De vez enquando ainda sinto o teu cheiro. Isso quer dizer alguma coisa não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4576805075824220215?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4576805075824220215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4576805075824220215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4576805075824220215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4576805075824220215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-vez-enquando-ainda-sinto-o-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5gwhGZ36qM/TeA854AuBzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ZxJNEv0ut_Y/s72-c/HC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-698048417926973288</id><published>2011-05-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:20:03.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WOvncCNibI/Td7SC_ZsbVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/mJ-PI5N8FXs/s1600/blair.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WOvncCNibI/Td7SC_ZsbVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/mJ-PI5N8FXs/s400/blair.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611153134570990930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Publicar mensagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma decepção, tu nunca mais voltas a ser como eras antes. Tu mudas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-698048417926973288?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/698048417926973288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=698048417926973288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/698048417926973288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/698048417926973288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/05/depois-de-uma-decepcao-tu-nunca-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WOvncCNibI/Td7SC_ZsbVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/mJ-PI5N8FXs/s72-c/blair.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-6660192453335274446</id><published>2011-05-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:57:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada de novo portanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I3Pt18z0VA/TcqHiBKK9eI/AAAAAAAAA_A/j2l4xLQM2kI/s1600/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo1.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I3Pt18z0VA/TcqHiBKK9eI/AAAAAAAAA_A/j2l4xLQM2kI/s400/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605441704712402402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que se passa dentro de mim. Não sei o quê que o meu coração deseja. Ele já está mais que rachado, é verdade, ele já chegou a estar bem pior, todo partido em bocadinhos  como aqueles bocadinhos de vidro partidos no chão que já não servem para nada mas que ainda são altamente perigosos, porque podem magoar alguém. Ele está dividido, por pessoas completamente opostas, ou se calhar não assim tanto. Um trás-me calma, e segurança, o outro trás-me paixão e adrenalina, uma paixão já velha a essa eu já lhe conheço todas as manhas. Mas a outra tem algo de especial também não sei explicar. Sinto-me estúpida a escrever isto, nós só devemos amar uma pessoa e para mim sempre foi o primeiro, aquele que me tirou a respiração, que fez cometer loucuras, que me fez com que me despreocupasse de tudo á minha volta e só me preocupasse com nós os dois, ou talvez mais com ele do que comigo mesma. O outro apareceu numa fase mais calma da minha vida, naquela fase em que nos estamos a recompor de um passado doloroso, naquela fase em que já nos estamos a descobrir outra vez. Nessa altura ele deu-me aquilo que eu precisava, de atenção, fez-me sentir novamente útil para alguém. Mas também tinha de estragar tudo, afinal as pessoas não são perfeitas, e eu tenho de meter isso na minha cabeça de qualquer forma . São o oposto um do outro mesmo assim completam-me, um é o passado, o outro define o futuro, se calhar um futuro tão incerto como o meu passado foi, não quero arriscar, tenho medo.  Dizem que não é possível amar duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo, eu também acho. Mas cada um deixa-me a sentir coisas diferentes, coisas sei lá sentimentos… Talvez nenhum dos dois seja para mim, talvez tenham aparecido na minha vida para me ensinar algo que até agora ainda não descobri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-6660192453335274446?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6660192453335274446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=6660192453335274446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6660192453335274446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6660192453335274446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/05/nada-de-novo-portanto.html' title='Nada de novo portanto'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2I3Pt18z0VA/TcqHiBKK9eI/AAAAAAAAA_A/j2l4xLQM2kI/s72-c/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2734581674353868437</id><published>2011-05-04T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:56:01.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me faças perguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BorO92DdHNw/TcHZfo-CULI/AAAAAAAAA-4/AiI5fBlp-zs/s1600/tumblr_lk4hk9NWfp1qbjw4uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602998549022396594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BorO92DdHNw/TcHZfo-CULI/AAAAAAAAA-4/AiI5fBlp-zs/s400/tumblr_lk4hk9NWfp1qbjw4uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não sei se gosto mesmo de ti, a sério não sei e não me perguntes porquê! Talvez por na minha cabeça seres alguém diferente do que és na realidade, mas isso a culpa é minha, eu sei, eu é que me ponho a imaginar que as pessoas são todas perfeitas, quando a perfeição não existe e não passa de um mero eufemismo. Não sei, talvez por eu já ter sofrido muito por alguém que não merecia? Ou então porque sempre pensei que fosses "demais" para mim e cheguei a conclusão que eu é que sou "demais" para ti. Tantas vezes que dei por mim a sonhar com coisas que eu queria que acontecessem na realidade, e aconteceram! Tantas vezes que dava por mim a imaginar-te a parar com o carro para me deixares em casa e isso aconteceu. Mas parece que a pessoa não é a mesma, ou até é. Antes de te "conhecer" a fundo estava louca pela tua personalidade, por uma pessoa que parecia ter sentido de responsabilidade, e respeito pelas pessoas, que gostava de coisas simples, de relações sérias e bem resolvidas. Essa personalidade que eu tanto admirava ia-me fazer bem para abrir os olhos e ligar menos as aparências, deixar alguns maus hábitos de parte e olhar só para aquilo que realmente não se vê mas sente. Enganei-me redondamente, afinal és o oposto e eu não sabia. Não me faças perguntas ao qual eu não sei responder, não digas que sabes o que eu sinto por ti porque nem eu sei. Agora já não sei se gosto de ti, já não sei se o teu beijo ia ter o mesmo sabor que teve nos primeiros dias, agora não sei se esta vontade de estar contigo e o que eu sinto é só e apenas atracção. Desculpa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2734581674353868437?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2734581674353868437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2734581674353868437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2734581674353868437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2734581674353868437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-me-facas-perguntas.html' title='Não me faças perguntas'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BorO92DdHNw/TcHZfo-CULI/AAAAAAAAA-4/AiI5fBlp-zs/s72-c/tumblr_lk4hk9NWfp1qbjw4uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-9120697370284467368</id><published>2011-04-21T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:06:24.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Custou muito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omnMepJXaEA/TbCN8m2TdYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4YCJtQh8Kvs/s1600/tumblr_lj6wgthJtD1qba0who1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598130409181508994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omnMepJXaEA/TbCN8m2TdYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4YCJtQh8Kvs/s400/tumblr_lj6wgthJtD1qba0who1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando vamos voltar a estar juntos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vamos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguém sabe o quanto me custou dizer-lhe isto. Eu tenho tanto medo que as coisas deêm errado outra vez!&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/1017533173757050104-9120697370284467368?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/9120697370284467368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=9120697370284467368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/9120697370284467368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/9120697370284467368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/04/custou-muito.html' title='Custou muito'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omnMepJXaEA/TbCN8m2TdYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4YCJtQh8Kvs/s72-c/tumblr_lj6wgthJtD1qba0who1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3864792727908521211</id><published>2011-04-19T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T04:15:30.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nef9WYixlxI/Ta1uzsgfEcI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Y8YKZTBtAWs/s1600/1282294498_5_K5W3_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597251746291192258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nef9WYixlxI/Ta1uzsgfEcI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Y8YKZTBtAWs/s400/1282294498_5_K5W3_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já sentis-te medo por não saber se estavas fazer a coisa certa? Eu sinto, e muito.&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/1017533173757050104-3864792727908521211?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3864792727908521211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3864792727908521211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3864792727908521211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3864792727908521211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/04/ja-sentis-te-medo-por-nao-saber-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nef9WYixlxI/Ta1uzsgfEcI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Y8YKZTBtAWs/s72-c/1282294498_5_K5W3_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5673293774717889003</id><published>2011-04-12T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:34:51.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbA5j_O75uY/TaRGyTrmHNI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NhoHa8AsAwc/s1600/tumblr_lif16zarSU1qf2mhqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594674467191528658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbA5j_O75uY/TaRGyTrmHNI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NhoHa8AsAwc/s400/tumblr_lif16zarSU1qf2mhqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-5673293774717889003?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5673293774717889003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5673293774717889003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5673293774717889003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5673293774717889003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbA5j_O75uY/TaRGyTrmHNI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NhoHa8AsAwc/s72-c/tumblr_lif16zarSU1qf2mhqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-162573432568518593</id><published>2011-04-08T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:21:18.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha pelas crianças.</title><content type='html'>Meu Deus o quê que está acontecer ao mundo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-162573432568518593?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/162573432568518593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=162573432568518593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/162573432568518593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/162573432568518593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/04/olha-pelas-criancas.html' title='Olha pelas crianças.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5897644642551883060</id><published>2011-04-07T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T04:49:36.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTL6ZD0hyco/TZ2kvKd10AI/AAAAAAAAA-A/il_t4c0z4iY/s1600/tumblr_lfg63oFoX01qc1mjpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592807442434347010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTL6ZD0hyco/TZ2kvKd10AI/AAAAAAAAA-A/il_t4c0z4iY/s400/tumblr_lfg63oFoX01qc1mjpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca devemos dar nada por garantido, a vida de repente decide trocar-nos as voltas, e volta a tirar tudo aquilo que nos deu. Eu já sabia que isto não ia dar certo mas resolvi tentar. Ainda não me conformei que isto vai acontecer.&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/1017533173757050104-5897644642551883060?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5897644642551883060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5897644642551883060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5897644642551883060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5897644642551883060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTL6ZD0hyco/TZ2kvKd10AI/AAAAAAAAA-A/il_t4c0z4iY/s72-c/tumblr_lfg63oFoX01qc1mjpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4711066312980944857</id><published>2011-04-05T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T04:27:09.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há pensamentos que não lembram a ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91vT2elH-rM/TZr8hh6fSiI/AAAAAAAAA94/zB7lKie-Uto/s1600/tumblr_lewa3zdUDo1qdmcruo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592059540303464994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91vT2elH-rM/TZr8hh6fSiI/AAAAAAAAA94/zB7lKie-Uto/s400/tumblr_lewa3zdUDo1qdmcruo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desculpa eu até gosto de ti, mas não me entra na cabeça seres uma pessoa assim de mente tão aberta! Quero eu dizer estares com alguém quando te apetece, e depois se não te apetecer não estás, e depois pode aparecer outra mais interessante... Isto não é o pensamento de uma pessoa normal, muito menos de uma pessoa com 20 anos. Desculpa mais uma vez mas não me quero sujeitar a isso. Se tiver que cortar com isto já, assim o seja, não vou estar á espera que te canses de mim para acabar com tudo de vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4711066312980944857?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4711066312980944857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4711066312980944857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4711066312980944857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4711066312980944857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-pensamentos-que-nao-lembram-ninguem.html' title='Há pensamentos que não lembram a ninguém'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-91vT2elH-rM/TZr8hh6fSiI/AAAAAAAAA94/zB7lKie-Uto/s72-c/tumblr_lewa3zdUDo1qdmcruo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4422278618368343015</id><published>2011-03-31T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:48:40.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentiras? Mais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SAdNjuT3Ybw/TZUaoSFwqzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/i2HmnRz6Bls/s1600/5432318802_4deca8ef6a_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590403791803427634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SAdNjuT3Ybw/TZUaoSFwqzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/i2HmnRz6Bls/s400/5432318802_4deca8ef6a_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1° de Abril pra que? O mundo já não é falso o suficiente?! Deviamos é fazer um Dia da Verdade, isso sim. &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/1017533173757050104-4422278618368343015?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4422278618368343015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4422278618368343015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4422278618368343015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4422278618368343015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/mentiras-mais.html' title='Mentiras? Mais?'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SAdNjuT3Ybw/TZUaoSFwqzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/i2HmnRz6Bls/s72-c/5432318802_4deca8ef6a_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1908205332110304534</id><published>2011-03-31T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:54:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou tão farta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81ZPwgnRyB4/TZSjsGuKB_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/l0tqUnsIRKM/s1600/b55bb5b5b4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590273015587407858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81ZPwgnRyB4/TZSjsGuKB_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/l0tqUnsIRKM/s400/b55bb5b5b4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de fingir que está tudo bem, quando sei que não está e tu também o sabes, melhor que ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1908205332110304534?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1908205332110304534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1908205332110304534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1908205332110304534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1908205332110304534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-tao-farta.html' title='Estou tão farta'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81ZPwgnRyB4/TZSjsGuKB_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/l0tqUnsIRKM/s72-c/b55bb5b5b4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7732618304547303524</id><published>2011-03-29T16:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:44:40.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para me ir distraindo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uhbxt2dK4eo/TZJu2sU8luI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/l7W8hx2nU-A/s1600/gym1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589651973411215074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uhbxt2dK4eo/TZJu2sU8luI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/l7W8hx2nU-A/s400/gym1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanhã é dia de avaliação física, e quem diz que o ginásio também não liberta o stress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7732618304547303524?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7732618304547303524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7732618304547303524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7732618304547303524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7732618304547303524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-me-ir-distraindo.html' title='Para me ir distraindo..'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uhbxt2dK4eo/TZJu2sU8luI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/l7W8hx2nU-A/s72-c/gym1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1314451493575107668</id><published>2011-03-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:34:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que todas nós deviamos saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0huWtgdqPs/TZHuBvU650I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/gX2R5MGlpUQ/s1600/tumblr_lf98055WvE1qa87g7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589510326194988866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0huWtgdqPs/TZHuBvU650I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/gX2R5MGlpUQ/s400/tumblr_lf98055WvE1qa87g7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“(…) sê dura com os outros na justa medida em que eles são duros contigo. (…) Aprende a ficar quieta quando o mundo te pede que te movas. Aprende a calar se queres que se calem. Aprende a ouvir nos gestos quem te quer bem quando te abraça e quem te quer mal quando te beija. (…) Não te esqueças de arrumar as gavetas das tuas memórias antes de deixar entrar alguém na tua vida. (…) Fala pouco, devagar, para teres a certeza de que serás ouvida. Fala de tudo e de nada, não te cales se fores interrompida. Fala do mundo e do tempo, pouco dos outros e nada de ti. Elogia quem te faz bem, afasta do teu caminho quem te quis fazer mal. Lembra-te que o orgulho tem mais força que as lágrimas, guarda as dores dentro do peito ou transforma-as em risos. (…) Saí antes do tempo, para que nunca se cansem de ti. Volta quando não te esperam, fica apenas quando te pedem. Ri-te das piadas dos outros, mesmo que não tenham graça. Trata bem quem não conheces, desconfia de quem te quer bem de repente. (…)” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1314451493575107668?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1314451493575107668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1314451493575107668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1314451493575107668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1314451493575107668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/coisas-que-todas-nos-deviamos-saber.html' title='Coisas que todas nós deviamos saber'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0huWtgdqPs/TZHuBvU650I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/gX2R5MGlpUQ/s72-c/tumblr_lf98055WvE1qa87g7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8999702344418989870</id><published>2011-03-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:04:17.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prestes a explodir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOHJMmnFZ5g/TY_QTrWBKOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NG_wSUnt7w4/s1600/cigarette3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588914699061242082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOHJMmnFZ5g/TY_QTrWBKOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NG_wSUnt7w4/s400/cigarette3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é fácil lidar com esta indiferença todos os dias, não é fácil fazer de conta que não estás lá, não é fácil fazer-me parecer invisível, porque o que eu quero mesmo é que me vejas, que nunca te esqueças do pouco que já passamos. Eu não quero nem sequer acreditar que acabou tudo antes de sequer ter começado, não quero. Eu só queria era que fosses tu a quebrar o silêncio, só isso!&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/1017533173757050104-8999702344418989870?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8999702344418989870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8999702344418989870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8999702344418989870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8999702344418989870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/prestes-explodir.html' title='Prestes a explodir'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOHJMmnFZ5g/TY_QTrWBKOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NG_wSUnt7w4/s72-c/cigarette3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7427945018967467801</id><published>2011-03-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T05:26:15.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho tantas coisas para te dizer, mas sinto-me tão entalada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7427945018967467801?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7427945018967467801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7427945018967467801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7427945018967467801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7427945018967467801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/tenho-tantas-coisas-para-te-dizer-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5420242502528177399</id><published>2011-03-26T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:31:28.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora é tarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta_7tQqfHwk/TY6Ta5KiHrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ahblaD5JgE0/s1600/tumblr_lddrcedi1q1qccx0io1_500%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588566277844246194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta_7tQqfHwk/TY6Ta5KiHrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ahblaD5JgE0/s400/tumblr_lddrcedi1q1qccx0io1_500%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não entendes que secalhar eu até te queria mesmo?&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/1017533173757050104-5420242502528177399?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5420242502528177399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5420242502528177399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5420242502528177399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5420242502528177399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/agora-e-tarde.html' title='Agora é tarde!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ta_7tQqfHwk/TY6Ta5KiHrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ahblaD5JgE0/s72-c/tumblr_lddrcedi1q1qccx0io1_500%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8903356754556718079</id><published>2011-03-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:58:23.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorar, ignorar, ignorar *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nu7uBBxUN60/TYqTpbMsl0I/AAAAAAAAA84/iqXsmobaQos/s1600/bbbbbbbbb56565fgfgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587440627591452482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nu7uBBxUN60/TYqTpbMsl0I/AAAAAAAAA84/iqXsmobaQos/s400/bbbbbbbbb56565fgfgg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não perco o equilíbrio. Mesmo sabendo que milhões de pessoas me querem ver a cair.&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/1017533173757050104-8903356754556718079?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8903356754556718079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8903356754556718079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8903356754556718079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8903356754556718079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/ignorar-ignorar-ignorar.html' title='Ignorar, ignorar, ignorar *'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nu7uBBxUN60/TYqTpbMsl0I/AAAAAAAAA84/iqXsmobaQos/s72-c/bbbbbbbbb56565fgfgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-6846163912948962445</id><published>2011-03-22T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:57:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIS4SVAbc2w/TYkNLkHxKhI/AAAAAAAAA8w/n0aWPY2yLew/s1600/tumblr_ldvy27Gkxg1qzjggvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587011305055791634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIS4SVAbc2w/TYkNLkHxKhI/AAAAAAAAA8w/n0aWPY2yLew/s400/tumblr_ldvy27Gkxg1qzjggvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idade não determina maturidade. Quem pensa que as pessoas mais velhas teêm mais maturidade e não nos magoam está muito enganado, muito...&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/1017533173757050104-6846163912948962445?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6846163912948962445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=6846163912948962445&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6846163912948962445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6846163912948962445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIS4SVAbc2w/TYkNLkHxKhI/AAAAAAAAA8w/n0aWPY2yLew/s72-c/tumblr_ldvy27Gkxg1qzjggvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-72110562058404323</id><published>2011-03-21T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:47:26.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades disto tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quando pegavas no meu cabelo e me colocavas atrás da orelha, eu sinto a falta disto, e sinto ainda mais a tua falta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-72110562058404323?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/72110562058404323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=72110562058404323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/72110562058404323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/72110562058404323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/saudades-disto-tudo.html' title='Saudades disto tudo'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4800028443087236062</id><published>2011-03-21T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:19:59.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1FjzG2tHkQ/TYfOzU3zh5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZZXMyCnWNkc/s1600/tumblr_lhhv8huDxD1qgv5xvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586661243947812754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1FjzG2tHkQ/TYfOzU3zh5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZZXMyCnWNkc/s400/tumblr_lhhv8huDxD1qgv5xvo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The seasons have changed and so have we."&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/1017533173757050104-4800028443087236062?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4800028443087236062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4800028443087236062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4800028443087236062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4800028443087236062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/seasons-have-changed-and-so-have-we.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1FjzG2tHkQ/TYfOzU3zh5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZZXMyCnWNkc/s72-c/tumblr_lhhv8huDxD1qgv5xvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7401116945734789364</id><published>2011-03-20T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:05:34.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero acordar disto tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es73-AtR6O0/TYaWLqGz6jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/iNBQO_eGQRA/s1600/tumblr_li635l9HMn1qbtho6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586317514825263666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es73-AtR6O0/TYaWLqGz6jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/iNBQO_eGQRA/s400/tumblr_li635l9HMn1qbtho6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não queria que a minha vida desse a história de um filme, só queria paz, e simplicidade nisto tudo. Realmente não nos devemos apegar a ninguém!&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/1017533173757050104-7401116945734789364?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7401116945734789364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7401116945734789364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7401116945734789364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7401116945734789364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/quero-acordar-disto-tudo.html' title='Quero acordar disto tudo'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es73-AtR6O0/TYaWLqGz6jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/iNBQO_eGQRA/s72-c/tumblr_li635l9HMn1qbtho6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4516546384303210918</id><published>2011-03-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:29:59.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X19JOJeB0Ms/TYTaA-3U5II/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rRb-7itXr1Y/s1600/tumblr_lfhnmvOWOh1qchlb2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585829148256167042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X19JOJeB0Ms/TYTaA-3U5II/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rRb-7itXr1Y/s400/tumblr_lfhnmvOWOh1qchlb2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o silêncio consegue ser pior do que mil discussões tuas. Muito bem, estás conseguir o que queres!&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/1017533173757050104-4516546384303210918?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4516546384303210918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4516546384303210918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4516546384303210918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4516546384303210918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/only-silence.html' title='Only Silence'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X19JOJeB0Ms/TYTaA-3U5II/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rRb-7itXr1Y/s72-c/tumblr_lfhnmvOWOh1qchlb2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4949684598529068771</id><published>2011-03-17T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:54:04.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no questions no answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09l7S1Y0j4k/TYKs6c43wJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/J9fERE7wN4Y/s1600/tumblr_lesjjgJDva1qcjzfuo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585216608079954066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09l7S1Y0j4k/TYKs6c43wJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/J9fERE7wN4Y/s400/tumblr_lesjjgJDva1qcjzfuo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contra factos não há argumentos, certo?&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/1017533173757050104-4949684598529068771?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4949684598529068771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4949684598529068771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4949684598529068771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4949684598529068771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-questions-no-answers.html' title='no questions no answers'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09l7S1Y0j4k/TYKs6c43wJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/J9fERE7wN4Y/s72-c/tumblr_lesjjgJDva1qcjzfuo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5182785546140021462</id><published>2011-03-16T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:37:12.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E foi assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-b3W6bGDms/TYFXqSvH5-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZyVu7Es68BY/s1600/tumblr_lc9cwgb8XG1qcuk1uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584841397011736546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-b3W6bGDms/TYFXqSvH5-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZyVu7Es68BY/s400/tumblr_lc9cwgb8XG1qcuk1uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje ao olhar para ele deu-me aquela sensação de querermos ter a pessoa depois de ela já se ter ido...&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/1017533173757050104-5182785546140021462?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5182785546140021462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5182785546140021462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5182785546140021462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5182785546140021462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-foi-assim.html' title='E foi assim'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-b3W6bGDms/TYFXqSvH5-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZyVu7Es68BY/s72-c/tumblr_lc9cwgb8XG1qcuk1uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4918973451816813231</id><published>2011-03-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:06:36.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXMxqJCogQY/TX-4o6fPucI/AAAAAAAAA8A/TFay0xoyE98/s1600/tumblr_legsy12CZb1qbimiwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584385075997292994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXMxqJCogQY/TX-4o6fPucI/AAAAAAAAA8A/TFay0xoyE98/s400/tumblr_legsy12CZb1qbimiwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Seja o tipo de mulher que, quando seus pés tocam o chão a cada manhã.. O diabo fala: - &lt;strong&gt;Oh droga, ela acordou&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso mesmo!&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/1017533173757050104-4918973451816813231?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4918973451816813231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4918973451816813231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4918973451816813231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4918973451816813231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-isso-mesmo.html' title='É isso mesmo'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXMxqJCogQY/TX-4o6fPucI/AAAAAAAAA8A/TFay0xoyE98/s72-c/tumblr_legsy12CZb1qbimiwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4554729059081846073</id><published>2011-03-14T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:27:56.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqueles que me fazem sentir bem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_Cu2JoeqjE/TX6yVZ2qg4I/AAAAAAAAA74/7qZcg7UqOo4/s1600/tumblr_lbtj89iEUQ1qdyp8po1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584096668773155714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_Cu2JoeqjE/TX6yVZ2qg4I/AAAAAAAAA74/7qZcg7UqOo4/s400/tumblr_lbtj89iEUQ1qdyp8po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apesar de tudo o que tem acontecido na minha vida sei que tenho pessoas do meu lado, que todos os dias me perguntam como estou, que me abrem os olhos e me fazem sentir bem só por estarem do meu lado. São essas pessoas que nunca imaginaria um dia chama-los de amigos. Não tenho como agradecer o tão bem que me fazem, simplesmente só retribuir-lhes com um enorme sorriso e sabendo que eu também vou estar lá quando precisarem de mim. &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/1017533173757050104-4554729059081846073?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4554729059081846073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4554729059081846073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4554729059081846073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4554729059081846073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/aqueles-que-me-fazem-sentir-bem.html' title='Aqueles que me fazem sentir bem!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_Cu2JoeqjE/TX6yVZ2qg4I/AAAAAAAAA74/7qZcg7UqOo4/s72-c/tumblr_lbtj89iEUQ1qdyp8po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8569033074439550720</id><published>2011-03-13T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:01:30.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida muda e nós também!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hInk5SiEptg/TX1Mxl1e_sI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fLhF8hSLCos/s1600/tumblr_lcvio1VlEK1qck3w7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583703527863025346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hInk5SiEptg/TX1Mxl1e_sI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fLhF8hSLCos/s400/tumblr_lcvio1VlEK1qck3w7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha vida mudou tanto que se a visse de outra perspectiva não iria acreditar que é a minha própria vida. Engraçado como as coisas mudaram tão rapidamente, ou então não. Ultimamente a vida tem-me posto á prova, demais até, não sou de desistir, não sou fraca nem fujo dos problemas. Simplesmente gosto de partir para outra e deixar para trás aquilo que me faz mal, e que não me garante futuro. Hoje sou isto, amanhã posso ser outra coisa qualquer, é disso mesmo que eu gosto, de arriscar de não ter medo do que o futuro me reserva. Depois de tanto medo, de tantas lágrimas, de tanta coisa que a vida já me fez passar ganhei uma força interior que não me deixa ir abaixo tão facilmente. Sempre me disseram que não temos tudo aquilo que queremos de uma só vez, pois vem uma e vai outra. Nunca irei ter tudo ao mesmo tempo e sei disso mesmo. Deixei para lá o curso estúpido que não me deixava satisfeita, deixei para lá o grande amor da minha vida que nunca mais vai sair do meu coração, deixei para lá a opinião dos outros e mudei por completo. Deixei tudo para lá e aventurei-me com uma pessoa que quase não conhecia, sabem? Não quero saber, simplesmente não quero. Eu sou aquilo que quero ser, a minha vida é aquilo que eu a faço ser por isso todo o resto não interessa. Deixei para lá o mau feitio, deixei para lá as hipocrisias e comecei a ser mais directa. Posso já ter escrito tudo isto, mas ainda não consegui definir o que sou agora, sou alguém que nunca tinha conhecido, alguém que estava dentro de mim e renasceu, sou alguém que deixou de ter medo das consequências e de viver aquilo que a vida tem de melhor. Ainda vou bater muitas vezes com a cabeça na parede, ainda me faltam curar feridas, e ainda me vou magoar outra vez. Mas a vida é mesmo assim é feita de desafios, de entradas e saídas, de momentos bons e maus, de altos e baixos, se a vida é mesmo assim para quê contraria-la? Eu estou bem assim!&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/1017533173757050104-8569033074439550720?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8569033074439550720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8569033074439550720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8569033074439550720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8569033074439550720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-muda-e-nos-tambem.html' title='A vida muda e nós também!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hInk5SiEptg/TX1Mxl1e_sI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fLhF8hSLCos/s72-c/tumblr_lcvio1VlEK1qck3w7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3580910815553695681</id><published>2011-02-20T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T07:01:22.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbld7VSshL0/TWEscN8m21I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nO4W1aDVG6M/s1600/tumblr_lccfzaTSkC1qe1e6do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575786676953209682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbld7VSshL0/TWEscN8m21I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nO4W1aDVG6M/s400/tumblr_lccfzaTSkC1qe1e6do1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's crying because everything is just so fucked up and there's absolutely nothing she can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-3580910815553695681?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3580910815553695681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3580910815553695681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3580910815553695681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3580910815553695681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-shes-crying-because-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbld7VSshL0/TWEscN8m21I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nO4W1aDVG6M/s72-c/tumblr_lccfzaTSkC1qe1e6do1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8842389322973052895</id><published>2011-02-15T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:43:37.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0Q55-GG8s/TVsBkAsUcWI/AAAAAAAAA68/WAVtZz1MqTk/s1600/tumblr_lgmm7nvcRO1qgvkv4o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0Q55-GG8s/TVsBkAsUcWI/AAAAAAAAA68/WAVtZz1MqTk/s400/tumblr_lgmm7nvcRO1qgvkv4o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574050681973928290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais fácil as pessoas desistirem de mim do que eu delas, porque eu nunca tive sangue frio o suficiente para me afastar de quem me importava. E isso só me fez mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-8842389322973052895?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8842389322973052895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8842389322973052895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8842389322973052895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8842389322973052895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-muito-mais-facil-as-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC0Q55-GG8s/TVsBkAsUcWI/AAAAAAAAA68/WAVtZz1MqTk/s72-c/tumblr_lgmm7nvcRO1qgvkv4o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2482169046871709155</id><published>2011-01-30T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:24:18.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É isto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TUXzG-ZZMsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7CQGsQbuxKw/s1600/tumblr_le0mzgHC8z1qcjzfuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TUXzG-ZZMsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7CQGsQbuxKw/s400/tumblr_le0mzgHC8z1qcjzfuo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568123815467758274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes ser fria, rude e fingir que nada me atinge seja a melhor maneira de dizer que estou aqui, que eu ligo, e que isto me atinge mais do que qualquer coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2482169046871709155?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2482169046871709155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2482169046871709155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2482169046871709155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2482169046871709155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-isto.html' title='É isto.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TUXzG-ZZMsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7CQGsQbuxKw/s72-c/tumblr_le0mzgHC8z1qcjzfuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-39041500740662081</id><published>2010-12-29T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:12:04.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TRvAO4ywYqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4mS3H3TBDAo/s1600/tumblr_ldlzo52Wze1qcav5uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556245927287612066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TRvAO4ywYqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4mS3H3TBDAo/s400/tumblr_ldlzo52Wze1qcav5uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chego sempre a esta altura do ano com alguma melancolia, saudades do verão do calor, das pessoas que conheci e daquelas que também deixei para trás. De uma forma ou de outra todos os Verões foram bons e compensadores, todos eles de alguma forma me marcaram á sua maneira, tal como o deste ano e do ano passado, e de á dois anos atrás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-39041500740662081?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/39041500740662081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=39041500740662081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/39041500740662081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/39041500740662081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-you-summer.html' title='Miss you summer'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TRvAO4ywYqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/4mS3H3TBDAo/s72-c/tumblr_ldlzo52Wze1qcav5uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2083781367420826318</id><published>2010-12-28T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:22:59.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TRp_Vafeo0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/KRY9L1NAK-4/s1600/tumblr_lcex90TTsY1qeq4pso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555893096180261698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TRp_Vafeo0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/KRY9L1NAK-4/s400/tumblr_lcex90TTsY1qeq4pso1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse ano não foi um dos melhores, nem um dos piores. Na verdade, foi um ano cheio de coisas que eu precisava aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2083781367420826318?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2083781367420826318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2083781367420826318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2083781367420826318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2083781367420826318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TRp_Vafeo0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/KRY9L1NAK-4/s72-c/tumblr_lcex90TTsY1qeq4pso1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5241289909360783938</id><published>2010-12-09T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:43:59.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TQE_gQXvhkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/N56sNWbbF6U/s1600/76054_1329838985777_1825059530_647225_1832504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548786039280076354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TQE_gQXvhkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/N56sNWbbF6U/s400/76054_1329838985777_1825059530_647225_1832504_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-5241289909360783938?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5241289909360783938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5241289909360783938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5241289909360783938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5241289909360783938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck.html' title='Fuck!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TQE_gQXvhkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/N56sNWbbF6U/s72-c/76054_1329838985777_1825059530_647225_1832504_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8026954692389475652</id><published>2010-11-30T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:31:23.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Vibrations</title><content type='html'>Deixai-me sentir o que me apetece sentir, deixai-me aproveitar aquilo que tenho para aproveitar, não me apetece escrever nem definir, apetece-me simplesmente usufruir disto que não tem nome e que me sabe imensamente bem. Não sei onde é que vou buscar as forças no meio disto tudo mas que as tenho podem ter a certeza que tenho, e mais não digo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-8026954692389475652?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8026954692389475652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8026954692389475652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8026954692389475652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8026954692389475652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-vibrations.html' title='Good Vibrations'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3743953777614411490</id><published>2010-11-14T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:50:07.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas reacções, tão diferentes que estão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TN_oslyX8AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yzrHp4pPnDk/s1600/736300_me_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539401919444283394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TN_oslyX8AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yzrHp4pPnDk/s400/736300_me_015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que se fosse, há uns tempos atrás eu ficaria com a minha cabeça ás voltas com aquela mensagem, a primeira coisa que me viria a cabeça era perguntar onde tavas para poder ir ter contigo. Mas não foi isso que aconteceu, por muito estranho que pareça, li a mensagem e o meu coração não se alterou, não deixei de olhar para os lados, mas não entrei em estado trance como entraria á uns tempos atrás. Mantive-me bem calma, olhei a mensagem e simplesmente te respondi, sem rodeios, foi uma resposta rápida e esclarecedora. Sempre que vens ao porto eu sei que te lembras de mim, era ímpossivel não te lembrares. Sabes que ando por aí, e que sempre que precisas tenho sempre um ombro para ti, sabes que estou lá. Fiquei surpreendida por ainda teres o meu número, por ainda não te ter dado um vipe e apaga-lo. Desculpa lá, se realmente consegui levar a minha vida para a frente, mas agora encontro-me muito mais calma em relação a este assunto. Se um dia tiver oportunidade de te voltar a ver um dia destes, ei de levantar a cabeça e sorrir, para veres o quanto estou feliz sem ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-3743953777614411490?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3743953777614411490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3743953777614411490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3743953777614411490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3743953777614411490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-minhas-reaccoes-tao-diferentes-que.html' title='As minhas reacções, tão diferentes que estão'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TN_oslyX8AI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yzrHp4pPnDk/s72-c/736300_me_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2612305925896742349</id><published>2010-11-03T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:42:58.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não dá para acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não me acredito que ainda penso nele, simplesmente não me acredito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2612305925896742349?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2612305925896742349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2612305925896742349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2612305925896742349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2612305925896742349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-da-para-acreditar.html' title='Não dá para acreditar'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4543134125638193947</id><published>2010-10-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:06:10.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem sei se ria ou se chore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TLuPXCy3FjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Eu4hWi38h4M/s1600/40622_144001852287149_100000320064557_309999_4483368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529170593577375282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TLuPXCy3FjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Eu4hWi38h4M/s400/40622_144001852287149_100000320064557_309999_4483368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao ponto que as pessoas chegam para terem atenção! Oh meu Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4543134125638193947?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4543134125638193947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4543134125638193947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4543134125638193947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4543134125638193947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/10/nem-sei-se-ria-ou-se-chore.html' title='Nem sei se ria ou se chore!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TLuPXCy3FjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Eu4hWi38h4M/s72-c/40622_144001852287149_100000320064557_309999_4483368_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4600249920240513227</id><published>2010-10-16T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:26:44.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou com muitas saudades tuas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TLoURzw9RhI/AAAAAAAAA5E/znhEmLwPTJc/s1600/58755_152511444769523_100000320064557_353666_7362870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528753788736587282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TLoURzw9RhI/AAAAAAAAA5E/znhEmLwPTJc/s400/58755_152511444769523_100000320064557_353666_7362870_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho sentido a tua falta, tenho-me lembrado das nossas coisas, da tua voz ao meu ouvido e do teu cheiro, até daquelas discussões que ambos gostávamos. Ás vezes dou por mim a pensar se ainda te lembras quem sou e do que fui em ti, se não tens saudades tal como eu tenho. Ás vezes apareces nos meus sonhos, e a minha vontade era não acordar para que pudesse estar contigo um tempo infinito.Tenho saudades desses teus caracóis que eu gostava de mexer, das tuas mãos nas minhas, e das tuas palavras bonitas. Quem me dera que te lembrasses de mim, que quisesses voltar, mas já passou tempo demais para que tanto tu ou eu pudéssemos agir e voltar para trás, torna-se impossível aos meus olhos e aos teus decerteza que também. Já não tenho noticias tuas á já algum tempo, mas espero que estejas bem e feliz, que realmente tenhas percebido quem és e o que andas-te a fazer á tua vida. Ás vezes ainda preciso de ti, e era bom que estivesses aqui, mas não estás infelizmente não estás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4600249920240513227?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4600249920240513227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4600249920240513227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4600249920240513227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4600249920240513227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/10/estou-com-muitas-saudades-tuas.html' title='Estou com muitas saudades tuas'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TLoURzw9RhI/AAAAAAAAA5E/znhEmLwPTJc/s72-c/58755_152511444769523_100000320064557_353666_7362870_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4298382864503351648</id><published>2010-10-15T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:09:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh fuck !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho medo de estar a entrar num beco sem saída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4298382864503351648?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4298382864503351648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4298382864503351648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4298382864503351648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4298382864503351648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-fuck.html' title='Oh fuck !'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5865552616362441902</id><published>2010-10-05T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:29:04.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já não é pra mim ficar a deprimir o dia todo em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TKt8RRj61KI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Z29yIjLP3AQ/s1600/40924_148602221827112_100000320064557_333119_5068249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524646004113724578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TKt8RRj61KI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Z29yIjLP3AQ/s400/40924_148602221827112_100000320064557_333119_5068249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já não consigo passar o dia todo em casa, começo a bater mesmo muito mal. Só parei hoje porque estou bem doente, mas amanhã recomeça tudo outra vez. Graças a Deus. Ó filipa o que tu gostas mesmo é de trabalhar que nem preta não é?&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/1017533173757050104-5865552616362441902?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5865552616362441902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5865552616362441902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5865552616362441902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5865552616362441902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/10/ja-nao-e-pra-mim-ficar-deprimir-o-dia.html' title='Já não é pra mim ficar a deprimir o dia todo em casa'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TKt8RRj61KI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Z29yIjLP3AQ/s72-c/40924_148602221827112_100000320064557_333119_5068249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4111070375758723937</id><published>2010-10-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:39:44.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem nada para dizer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TKZ_LcnF-9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/lGzrpB_WIUM/s1600/33566_157135690973765_100000320064557_378333_1983365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523241827651943378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TKZ_LcnF-9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/lGzrpB_WIUM/s400/33566_157135690973765_100000320064557_378333_1983365_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu blog está cheio de rascunhos, textos inacabados, frases que me passam pela cabeça... Tanto para dizer e parece que não acho as palavras certas. A minha vida não pára, ando com a cabeça cada vez mais ocupada, eu não tenho tempo e é mesmo isso que me está a fazer bem ao contrário do que muita gente possa pensar. São coisas que aparecem na nossa vida e que não são por acaso, são quase quatro meses que eu permaneço lá, conheci de tudo e espero bem conhecer mais ainda, estou constantemente aprender coisas que muita gente acha banal e sem importância mas que no fundo serve de exemplo para muitos de nós. Quando estamos de bem com nós mesmos o que está de fora também está de bem connosco, o trabalho corre bem melhor e começamos a ganhar um gosto por aquilo que fazemos, lá no fundo começamos aprender a gostar e a dar valor aquilo que a vida nos dá e que vamos conquistando aos poucos. Em poucas palavras, tenho aprendido muita coisa, só ainda não aprendi como esquecer alguém que nos marcou e continua a marcar mesmo sem estar presente. Esse ainda não aprendi a esquecer. Há de haver um dia...&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/1017533173757050104-4111070375758723937?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4111070375758723937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4111070375758723937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4111070375758723937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4111070375758723937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/10/sem-nada-para-dizer.html' title='Sem nada para dizer!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TKZ_LcnF-9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/lGzrpB_WIUM/s72-c/33566_157135690973765_100000320064557_378333_1983365_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-178017167039327141</id><published>2010-09-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:12:23.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama-se de insegurança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TI_W7KqC-0I/AAAAAAAAA4c/dJ2JrMUza8M/s1600/katejohnny_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516864380513483586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TI_W7KqC-0I/AAAAAAAAA4c/dJ2JrMUza8M/s400/katejohnny_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É impressão minha ou a minha existência na vida dele afectou-a bastante? Existem pessoas que não se enxergam mesmo, mas ok !&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/1017533173757050104-178017167039327141?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/178017167039327141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=178017167039327141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/178017167039327141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/178017167039327141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/09/chama-se-de-inseguranca.html' title='Chama-se de insegurança'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TI_W7KqC-0I/AAAAAAAAA4c/dJ2JrMUza8M/s72-c/katejohnny_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8906910411457762792</id><published>2010-09-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:07:47.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrei isto nuns rascunhos que tinha por aqui..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TIln63AGEGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RoSV582vD5c/s1600/sarajevo_lina_scheynius_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515053479586304098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TIln63AGEGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RoSV582vD5c/s400/sarajevo_lina_scheynius_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;07 de Maio de 20010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma festa de anos, foi louvável aquele jantar, tudo muito acentuado, nem parecia uma churrasqueira. Há quem diga que podemos estar no pior sítio do mundo (o que não era o caso), mas quando estão lá os amigos o sítio torna-se muito mais acolhedor e suportável. Apesar de tudo estava bem, pela primeira vez sem expectativas elevadas acerca da sua presença. Acho que se as minhas expectativas fossem sempre aquelas daquela noite conseguia superar os problemas de uma forma mais leve. A comida estava boa, a companhia ainda melhor, estávamos todos muito descontraídos e bem na nossa onda, já estava eu a rir-me como uma perdida para variar quando pontualmente o telemóvel toca. E o imprevisível transformou-se no previsível, e tudo aquilo em que eu não queria acreditar era real demais. Ouvir a voz dele não sei quantos meses depois fez-me saltar o coração, fiquei num estado minimamente alterado. Fiz telefonemas, mandei mensagens, fiz o possível e o impossível para conseguir aquilo que ele queria. Mas o jogo já era outro, não faço milagres, nem faço aparecer as coisas só para ele. Depois daquele agitado jantar, que deixou de ser calmo desde do momento em que aquela chamada me mexeu com o sistema nervoso pensei que mais uma vez tinha desfeito a “promessa”. Mas mesmo assim, não ia ser mais uma das suas histórias que me iam impedir de divertir e aproveitar mais uma grande festa. Todos muito animados, cantávamos, ria-mos e fazíamos tudo aquilo a que tínhamos direito. Não vou mentir, estava impaciente, 9 meses depois, 9 meses caramba! Como o tempo passa. Tinha uma alta probabilidade de o ver novamente á minha frente, podia mais uma vez olhar para uma pessoa que me fez passar por tanto em tão pouco tempo! Quando já sem nenhuma esperança, já meia baralhada com a minha cabeça sei lá eu onde, do meu lado esquerdo o vejo passar, como se fosse o rei, o centro das atenções, sempre alegre, sempre a sorrir como se nunca tivesse passado por nada duro na vida. Naquele momento estavam resumidos os últimos meses da minha vida, dias compridos e cinzentos, dias em que pensei só em desistir, dias de amargura e tristeza, dias e dias, dias que se foram transformando em longos meses. Já dominada pelo álcool contido nas bebidas, já com a minha cabeça noutro sítio, encontro-o ali, ali pontualmente e exactamente como eu. Não foi nada bonita, nem especial a forma de como nos reencontramos, nada mesmo. Estava no meio da multidão onde estava a ver o concerto da Nneka, onde tocava a maravilhosa música Africans, enquanto tocava a melodia, mais eu procurava, enquanto tocava, mais me aproximava, e quando finalmente ouvimos as ultimas notas, estávamos ali a falar um com outro como velhos amigos que se acabaram de encontrar. Já completamente noutro mundo, demos por nós ali um com outro a dançar, a falar como se aqueles meses nunca tivessem passado, como se eu nunca tivesse sofrido com a sua ausência, parecia tudo normal demais para ser a nossa história. Não quis acreditar quando ouvi a sua voz junto ao meu ouvido, a dizer que sempre gostou de mim, a música estava altíssima, o álcool já tinha tomado conta de nós, e a confusão era enorme na minha cabeça, mas ouvi perfeitamente as tuas palavras, ouvi e isso ninguém me tira da cabeça. Também ninguém me tira da cabeça o teu beijo, já com sabor a álcool, e tabaco, e a todas aquelas substâncias consumidas por ti. Foi uma noite, uma noite que desapareceu assim que deu lugar a uma manhã fria e chuvosa. Foi bom enquanto durou pensava eu enquanto arrancava aquelas ervas a beira da praia, ainda na companhia dele, a ouvir aquelas histórias que mexiam comigo. O frio já tomava conta de nós, as minhas mãos geladas como é de costume, mas o meu coração estava quente só por ter a sua companhia. Deu-me a sua mão para que eu não passa-se frio, abraçou-me e lá adormeci eu no seu colo enquanto o metro ia passando paragem a paragem, cada vez mais perto de ele partir, quando o metro parou e anunciou a última paragem, levantei a cabeça e olhei para ele enquanto pedia a Deus que me o trouxesse de volta. &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/1017533173757050104-8906910411457762792?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8906910411457762792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8906910411457762792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8906910411457762792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8906910411457762792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/09/encontrei-isto-nuns-rascunhos-que-tinha.html' title='Encontrei isto nuns rascunhos que tinha por aqui..'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TIln63AGEGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RoSV582vD5c/s72-c/sarajevo_lina_scheynius_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1022342344478413027</id><published>2010-09-07T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:29:34.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao ouvir a nossa melodia, vieram-me as saudades tuas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TIa8hSkKoEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UX0oI9Q9pQw/s1600/47124_151759684844699_100000320064557_349873_7794023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514302073866985538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TIa8hSkKoEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UX0oI9Q9pQw/s400/47124_151759684844699_100000320064557_349873_7794023_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Passaram quase dois anos. Meu Deus, dois anos! Não sei como o tempo passou tão rápido, não sei como será daqui para a frente. Mas espero que saías do meu coração, já tentei quase tudo, mas até agora foram só tentativas sem sucesso nenhum. De um momento para o outro só existes tu, e o meu coração bate mais forte, a minha cabeça tras-me lembranças que eu não quero mais lembrar. Foram tempos difíceis, foram dias em que eu não vivi, em que eu parecia só marcar presença, em que estava num outro lado obscuro, e sem saída. E quando eu tinha noticias tuas, iludia-me de uma maneira em que pensava que tinhas voltado e que ia ser feliz outra vez, e quando eu estava no meu auge tu ias embora outra vez, voltava eu ao buraco donde não devia ter saído. Brincas-te comigo o tempo que quises-te, enquanto isso eu andava feliz, quando eu deixei de te fazer falta arrumaste-me para um lado e nunca mais quises-te saber, desde daí só queria morrer, não me conformava em não te ter, foste o meu maior desgosto. Tinha-te como modelo e tu desiludiste-me. Mas sabes não mereces, nem nunca merecesses tanto da minha tristeza, mas ainda hoje te amo. Ainda hoje tenho vontade de te ver, ainda hoje apareces nos meus sonhos, e ainda hoje lembro e relembro tudo de novo. Graças a Deus, a minha vida tem mudado, desde que comecei uma nova fase da minha vida que sei as pessoas só se iludem se quiserem, mas agora já não se trata de ilusão ou não. Trata-se de uma coisa chamada amor, esse sentimento não desaparece de um dia para o outro, não desaparece com a distância nem muito menos com outra pessoa. Simplesmente vai-se desgastando. &lt;em&gt;Até lá eu espero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1022342344478413027?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1022342344478413027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1022342344478413027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1022342344478413027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1022342344478413027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/09/ao-ouvir-nossa-melodia-vieram-me-as.html' title='Ao ouvir a nossa melodia, vieram-me as saudades tuas.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TIa8hSkKoEI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UX0oI9Q9pQw/s72-c/47124_151759684844699_100000320064557_349873_7794023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2494495655879846669</id><published>2010-08-29T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:31:00.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THr69lD9U6I/AAAAAAAAA30/A8-nzWyG5zg/s1600/wkg2rl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510993029868901282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THr69lD9U6I/AAAAAAAAA30/A8-nzWyG5zg/s400/wkg2rl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Apaixonaram-se por ti, lutaram, conquistaram-te, e depois disso, deixaram-te."&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/1017533173757050104-2494495655879846669?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2494495655879846669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2494495655879846669&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2494495655879846669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2494495655879846669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THr69lD9U6I/AAAAAAAAA30/A8-nzWyG5zg/s72-c/wkg2rl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3567812180662827342</id><published>2010-08-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:02:14.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra vez saudades tuas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THUiCyYfesI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7Hl4EoaCOa4/s1600/4872220264_43bb8542d7_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 412px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509347150437251778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THUiCyYfesI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7Hl4EoaCOa4/s400/4872220264_43bb8542d7_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostava muito de te poder ajudar, só não faço pelo facto de ter medo da tua reacção, e de me magoar outra vez. Sei que não estás nos teus melhores dias, até tu o sabes inconscientemente, para ti está sempre tudo bem, mas isso é só aparentemente porque sabes bem que não está. Gostava de um dia poder sentar-me ao teu lado e ler-te todas estas cartas que te escrevo, gostava que me ouvisses nem que fosse por um minuto, embora um minuto não seja o tempo suficiente para te poder dizer todas as coisas. Ontem enquanto esperava que o sono chegasse voltei a pensar em ti, dei por mim a pensar em como o tempo passou, que ainda ontem estava deitada no teu colo, a sentir os teus beijos no pescoço, e o teu calor na minha pele. São flashes que aparecem na minha cabeça temporariamente e depois se desvanecem em câmara lenta. Apareça quem aparecer nunca ninguém me vai fazer sentir aquilo que fizeste, uma mistura de sensações agradáveis que já não sinto há muito tempo mesmo. Ultimamente tenho sentido bastante a tua falta, a falta de me aturares, e de eu aturar o teu mau feitio, tenho saudades do teu cheiro e da tua pele, tenho saudades tuas.&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/1017533173757050104-3567812180662827342?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3567812180662827342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3567812180662827342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3567812180662827342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3567812180662827342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/outra-vez-saudades-tuas.html' title='Outra vez saudades tuas'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THUiCyYfesI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7Hl4EoaCOa4/s72-c/4872220264_43bb8542d7_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7564410435644804310</id><published>2010-08-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:42:39.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THGZtBBRsYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/yV9WsViTy0w/s1600/736750_Picture_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508352817897779586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THGZtBBRsYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/yV9WsViTy0w/s400/736750_Picture_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how can you wake up, with someone you don't love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7564410435644804310?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7564410435644804310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7564410435644804310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7564410435644804310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7564410435644804310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao.html' title='Não !'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/THGZtBBRsYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/yV9WsViTy0w/s72-c/736750_Picture_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4148637799628985938</id><published>2010-08-16T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:23:34.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de tudo o que vai acontecendo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TG0wFXl9wgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fo64xV81mHg/s1600/736300_me_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507110788134715906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TG0wFXl9wgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fo64xV81mHg/s400/736300_me_015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando se perde o nosso grande amor, não importa quando perdemos todos os outros. Porque grande amor só há um, e esse já foi e não volta mais. O resto vai indo e vai voltando, é mesmo assim.&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/1017533173757050104-4148637799628985938?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4148637799628985938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4148637799628985938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4148637799628985938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4148637799628985938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/proposito-de-tudo-o-que-vai-acontecendo.html' title='A propósito de tudo o que vai acontecendo..'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TG0wFXl9wgI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fo64xV81mHg/s72-c/736300_me_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1007326610466447135</id><published>2010-08-11T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T03:36:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TGJ5NVAOqmI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_Bvt7pEdxO0/s1600/37805_142286445792023_100000320064557_301702_2891559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 409px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504094964483533410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TGJ5NVAOqmI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_Bvt7pEdxO0/s400/37805_142286445792023_100000320064557_301702_2891559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TGJ42zR8rmI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Rbz9vO_rTmI/s1600/lduud.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não posso festejar antes da festa, não devo elevar demasiado as minhas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;expectativas&lt;/span&gt;, porque num segundo acaba tudo. Não posso exceder os limites, eu sei, mas sinto-me tão... Eu sei bem que nada muda de um dia para o outro, que ninguém esquece ninguém de uma hora para a outra. Mas não consigo explicar o que aconteceu, não consigo, nem sei definir o que estou a sentir, sei bem que é uma coisa que já não sentia há algum tempo, depois deste tempo todo acho que consegui vencer. Não sei como, mas consegui. E neste espaço de dias, parece que tudo mudou, parece algo vindo do céu, um presente de vitória, é quase &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; explicar mas gostei muito de o ter conhecido, de ouvir aquela voz calma do outro lado da linha a encher-me o coração. Simplesmente não tenho palavras e apetece-me aproveitar o momento. Trouxe luz á minha vida, e obrigada por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1007326610466447135?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1007326610466447135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1007326610466447135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1007326610466447135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1007326610466447135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/adeus-passado.html' title='Adeus passado'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TGJ5NVAOqmI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_Bvt7pEdxO0/s72-c/37805_142286445792023_100000320064557_301702_2891559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-9012594423444818128</id><published>2010-08-06T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:19:19.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E hoje disseram-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFymdHt5ajI/AAAAAAAAA28/VhfAlShg8Dk/s1600/728050_DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502455863957875250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFymdHt5ajI/AAAAAAAAA28/VhfAlShg8Dk/s400/728050_DSC_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece que não és feita para isto, que este não é o teu lugar, estás sempre com a mente longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- E tens toda a razão, não é mesmo o meu lugar, tudo se torna temporário, até o acto de viver.&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/1017533173757050104-9012594423444818128?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/9012594423444818128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=9012594423444818128&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/9012594423444818128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/9012594423444818128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-hoje-disseram-me.html' title='E hoje disseram-me...'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFymdHt5ajI/AAAAAAAAA28/VhfAlShg8Dk/s72-c/728050_DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7446967670789480910</id><published>2010-08-05T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T04:18:36.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digo-vos já..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFqeA2IzhlI/AAAAAAAAA20/VRVOOoifA-4/s1600/Bri_at_the_beach_by_AESTHETICxPERFECTION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501883632156116562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFqeA2IzhlI/AAAAAAAAA20/VRVOOoifA-4/s400/Bri_at_the_beach_by_AESTHETICxPERFECTION.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que trabalhar com escaldão pelo corpo todo, não é nada mas nada agradável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7446967670789480910?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7446967670789480910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7446967670789480910&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7446967670789480910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7446967670789480910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/digo-vos-ja.html' title='Digo-vos já..'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFqeA2IzhlI/AAAAAAAAA20/VRVOOoifA-4/s72-c/Bri_at_the_beach_by_AESTHETICxPERFECTION.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4770253142623945762</id><published>2010-08-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:46:22.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:24 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFicH5cGPsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RbZIcm1sH2o/s1600/drea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501318604324748994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFicH5cGPsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RbZIcm1sH2o/s400/drea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A nossa melodia, tu do meu lado, a tua voz, o teu olhar, não sei o contexto mas estava a gostar de te ter novamente ao meu lado, estava mesmo atingir o meu nível de felicidade extremo, quando acordo. Estupido! Entras-te outra vez no meu sono, estupido não me dás paz. Mais uma noite, só mais uma em que acordo, me viro de um lado para o outro, os lençois já fora da cama, e o meu transpirar do calor. Não sei, juro que não sei o que mais fazer. Estou descontrolada por dentro, é como se não visse mais nada, eu já sabia que não ia durar para sempre, que mais tarde ou mais cedo um de nós se ia cansar, ou não ia aguentar a pedalada de uma história destas. Mas porquê que as minhas palavras não se gastam e eu deixo de pensar em ti de uma vez por todas? Ultimamente sinto uma necessidade de expressar o que me vai na alma, sinto mesmo. No dia em que parar de escrever, o meu amor por ti acabou.&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/1017533173757050104-4770253142623945762?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4770253142623945762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4770253142623945762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4770253142623945762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4770253142623945762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/424-am.html' title='4:24 am'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFicH5cGPsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RbZIcm1sH2o/s72-c/drea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-722282919210981583</id><published>2010-08-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:51:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é que isto ainda dura?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFdZyPg4XkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/liyxMsbWLao/s1600/Coconut_skins__by_EeehOoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500964189549125186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFdZyPg4XkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/liyxMsbWLao/s400/Coconut_skins__by_EeehOoops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estas cicatrizes que estão no meu coração, são a prova de que ele passou pela minha vida e deixou marca. Não é qualquer um que nos marca desta maneira, ainda hoje estava a pensar o quanto eu preciso daquele rapaz. Ao longo de toda a minha vida fui perdendo pessoas, acostumei-me a viver sem elas, foi tudo uma questão de hábito e tempo, mas o tempo não me está ajudar. Estou farta de ver os dias a passar, e de noites passadas em branco á espera de qualquer noticia dele, mesmo que não seja dada por ele. Eu sou uma estupida, ainda nem sei porque escrevo, sinto-me inútil porque não sou capaz de fazer como ele fez, continuar a minha vida, e continuar a aproveitar com ou sem ele, mas não consigo. Aprendi a viver um dia de cada vez, embora eu ache que não mude em nada, porque não está acontecer absolutamente nada! Estou farta disto tudo, desta história que dura a tanto tempo, e que parece não ter fim. Estou farta de continuar a tentar sobreviver a uma causa que não sei para que lado me leva.&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/1017533173757050104-722282919210981583?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/722282919210981583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=722282919210981583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/722282919210981583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/722282919210981583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-e-que-isto-ainda-dura.html' title='Como é que isto ainda dura?'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFdZyPg4XkI/AAAAAAAAA2k/liyxMsbWLao/s72-c/Coconut_skins__by_EeehOoops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5491487349708774249</id><published>2010-07-31T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:12:35.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade sim senhora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFSfIFgnq2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ynuYMhEK04w/s1600/morning_coffee_drinker_by_paintavatorka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500196006192982882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFSfIFgnq2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ynuYMhEK04w/s400/morning_coffee_drinker_by_paintavatorka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Quando se ama desesperadamente uma pessoa, nunca se aceita a sua perda. E acabamos por procurar, em outras pessoas bocados daquela, como se fosse possivel fazer um puzzle com peças de diferentes jogos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podia concordar mais. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-5491487349708774249?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5491487349708774249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5491487349708774249&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5491487349708774249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5491487349708774249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/verdade-sim-senhora.html' title='Verdade sim senhora'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFSfIFgnq2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ynuYMhEK04w/s72-c/morning_coffee_drinker_by_paintavatorka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1236048728563139669</id><published>2010-07-30T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:29:42.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece que não passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFLTskpHqnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aPP2hqJeo08/s1600/Beach_Walk_by_liltledolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499690857676647026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFLTskpHqnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aPP2hqJeo08/s400/Beach_Walk_by_liltledolphin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como é que me podia esquecer, das noites quentes de verão, das tuas chamadas inesperadas, que duravam horas. A tua voz que gostava de falar de nós, o teu silêncio que se fazia ouvir enquanto ouvias as minhas palavras. Os raios de sol que logo pela manhã já espreitavam através dos buraquinhos da janela, eu cheia de ti, e tu cheio de mim, completos e nada nos faltava. Deste-me os momentos mais simples e mais felizes da minha vida, deste e isso eu nunca vou poder negar, neles descobri que podia ser feliz, que não precisamos de muito para nos sentirmos verdadeiramente preenchidos. Custa-me muito acreditar que tudo foi uma mentira, mas a verdade é que foi bom demais para algum dia ser tudo tão sincero e verdadeiro. Quantas vezes passeei junto ao mar, a questionar os meus pensamentos e as tuas atitudes, uns dias tinhas todo o tempo para mim, noutros já tinhas pressa, uns dias eu era tudo, noutros não era nada. Eu juro que todos os dias luto contra mim própria para não rebentar e acabar com tudo, mas não há nada para acabar. Não há, porque nunca houve nada, não sabemos o que andamos a fazer aqui, isto não é normal. Não é normal eu ainda me sentir nervosa a ouvir a tua voz, não é normal eu querer-te mesmo assim, não é normal eu gostar ainda tanto de ti depois deste tempo todo, não acredito que isto ainda me está acontecer. Eu ainda não me acostumei á tua ausência, e gostava de um dia te poder dizer isso, embora não o mereças. Eu gostava de poder falar contigo, de perceber o que se passou, de te perguntar o porquê de tanta coisa. Tu seguis-te a tua vida para a frente, mas eu fiquei parada no tempo. Eu não mereço isto!&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/1017533173757050104-1236048728563139669?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1236048728563139669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1236048728563139669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1236048728563139669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1236048728563139669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/parece-que-nao-passa.html' title='Parece que não passa'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFLTskpHqnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/aPP2hqJeo08/s72-c/Beach_Walk_by_liltledolphin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-335575740165177291</id><published>2010-07-29T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:28:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De mim para mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFIAdwoPgHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/e2g8Q6qYcOs/s1600/691033_IMG_9299-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499458606242693234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFIAdwoPgHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/e2g8Q6qYcOs/s400/691033_IMG_9299-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tens de te libertar do passado, para poderes ter um futuro.&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/1017533173757050104-335575740165177291?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/335575740165177291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=335575740165177291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/335575740165177291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/335575740165177291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-mim-para-mim.html' title='De mim para mim'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TFIAdwoPgHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/e2g8Q6qYcOs/s72-c/691033_IMG_9299-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2247539704076837680</id><published>2010-07-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:31:41.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que se há de fazer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEytIKg738I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2PhTiZiPMsk/s1600/fv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497959600885587906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEytIKg738I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2PhTiZiPMsk/s400/fv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há dias em que apetece dizer chega! E mandar tudo á fava.&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/1017533173757050104-2247539704076837680?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2247539704076837680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2247539704076837680&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2247539704076837680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2247539704076837680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-se-ha-de-fazer.html' title='O que se há de fazer?'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEytIKg738I/AAAAAAAAA2A/2PhTiZiPMsk/s72-c/fv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2598773999744224544</id><published>2010-07-20T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:33:06.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hei de fazer o que realmente queres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEZAKpaqnTI/AAAAAAAAA14/9-LhWLdF-A4/s1600/You_Don__t_Know_Me_by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496150946912836914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEZAKpaqnTI/AAAAAAAAA14/9-LhWLdF-A4/s400/You_Don__t_Know_Me_by_MultiCurious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magoaste-me muito mais do que me tinhas magoado de todas as outras vezes juntas! Desta vez disses-te tudo, não te vou empatar mais. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infelizmente ainda te amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2598773999744224544?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2598773999744224544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2598773999744224544&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2598773999744224544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2598773999744224544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/hei-de-fazer-o-que-realmente-queres.html' title='Hei de fazer o que realmente queres'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEZAKpaqnTI/AAAAAAAAA14/9-LhWLdF-A4/s72-c/You_Don__t_Know_Me_by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3694051430350504312</id><published>2010-07-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:48:30.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18.07.2009 *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEOEsO5D43I/AAAAAAAAA1w/b3fM9QOOF9o/s1600/36945_136678119686189_100000320064557_273806_2601600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 419px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495381865768674162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEOEsO5D43I/AAAAAAAAA1w/b3fM9QOOF9o/s400/36945_136678119686189_100000320064557_273806_2601600_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando há saudades ninguém consegue definir exactamente porque ri ou porque chora."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-3694051430350504312?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3694051430350504312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3694051430350504312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3694051430350504312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3694051430350504312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/18072009.html' title='18.07.2009 *'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TEOEsO5D43I/AAAAAAAAA1w/b3fM9QOOF9o/s72-c/36945_136678119686189_100000320064557_273806_2601600_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3832074416209289831</id><published>2010-07-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:41:01.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que me fazem pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TD5K0t7tRzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t5bVHnKCWos/s1600/2010_colimag_chica02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493910864982263602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TD5K0t7tRzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t5bVHnKCWos/s400/2010_colimag_chica02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem qualquer coisa fora do normal, qualquer coisa do outro mundo, qualquer coisa não racional. Consegue tocar-me mesmo lá no fundo, onde quase ninguém tenha chegado. A dor já não é tão forte, graças a Deus, mas ainda me encontro muito sonhadora de uma coisa que não vai acontecer. Acabou a fase em que me sentia espectadora da minha própria vida, em que tinha a sensação que só podia assistir e nada fazer. E ás vezes é mesmo assim, não podemos fazer nada, ninguém pode! Mas isso não nos impede de ser persistentes e tentarmos as vezes que forem necessárias. Ao longo de toda a minha vida tenho tido derrotas, dias maus, e casos perdidos, mas em compensação tive muitas vitórias, todas essas guardo-as no meu coração e na minha memória, para que ninguém me tire a vontade de continuar a lutar. Ás vezes dá-me para pensar estas coisas, dá-me também para pensar e tentar adivinhar o futuro, tentar saber se algum dia nos vamos voltar a encontrar, se eu vou assistir á pessoa que ele se vai tornar, e talvez nesse dia ter a coragem suficiente para lhe perguntar porquê que aconteceu tudo desta forma, gostava mesmo muito de o encontrar daqui a alguns anos, talvez não me faça diferença nenhuma, ou talvez vá sentir a mesma coisa que senti a primeira vez que olhamos um para o outro, quem sabe um dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-3832074416209289831?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3832074416209289831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3832074416209289831&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3832074416209289831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3832074416209289831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/coisas-que-me-fazem-pensar.html' title='Coisas que me fazem pensar'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TD5K0t7tRzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t5bVHnKCWos/s72-c/2010_colimag_chica02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4390503686918146732</id><published>2010-07-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:58:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is nothing new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDzhksZJXdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zynsTfwZ6bc/s1600/be_rebellious__by_IamElena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493513665993334226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDzhksZJXdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zynsTfwZ6bc/s400/be_rebellious__by_IamElena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ir "correr" atrás de ti, quero cair na tentação, agarrar-te nos clarinhos e dizer-te que estou farta que entres e saías da minha vida as vezes que te apetece, mas que acima de tudo não te consigo resistir. Estúpido, porquê que me fazes isto? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4390503686918146732?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4390503686918146732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4390503686918146732&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4390503686918146732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4390503686918146732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-nothing-new.html' title='This is nothing new'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDzhksZJXdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zynsTfwZ6bc/s72-c/be_rebellious__by_IamElena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-6907982032849507933</id><published>2010-07-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:14:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz, acho que é isso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDuvsOStsVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2qJXtRXjoOw/s1600/690343_4419828804_d7203eec07_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493177344794145106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDuvsOStsVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2qJXtRXjoOw/s400/690343_4419828804_d7203eec07_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hoje saí de todas as dificuldades; ou melhor, expulsei todas as dificuldades, pois elas não estavam no exterior, mas no interior, nas minhas opiniões."&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos sensações que não conseguimos explicar, hoje sinto-me um bocadinho assim, com paz de espirito, sinto-me bem comigo e com os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nosso bem estar consiste em estar-se bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-6907982032849507933?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6907982032849507933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=6907982032849507933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6907982032849507933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6907982032849507933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/paz-acho-que-e-isso.html' title='Paz, acho que é isso!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDuvsOStsVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2qJXtRXjoOw/s72-c/690343_4419828804_d7203eec07_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8240478261573610299</id><published>2010-07-11T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:50:14.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não acreditava, mas que as há...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492799773817476642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDpYSsy8liI/AAAAAAAAA1I/IFI8zNKCAHM/s400/New_York___Taxi_story_by_DarkSaiF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDpYMsosInI/AAAAAAAAA1A/w_4TXokqe6Y/s1600/687389_4c38c7806a521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492799670695240306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDpYMsosInI/AAAAAAAAA1A/w_4TXokqe6Y/s400/687389_4c38c7806a521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não pedi um amor do tamanho do mundo, não pedi episódios típicos de filmes, não pedi uma história nem com um final feliz nem com um final triste. Eu não pedi e a vida deu-me tudo, não pedi nada de extremos e recebi extremidades que achava impossíveis. Ao contrário de muita gente não pedi nada, nunca sonhei com um grande amor ao contrário de algumas pessoas, não quero nem nunca quis nada com grande impacto. Nunca quis ninguém que me fizesse amolecer o coração como ele me fez, eu era forte e dura não era frágil como me tornei, eu não pedi nada disto. Essa história das histórias de amor é muito bonita mas não na realidade, nos sonhos é tudo bonito, sofre-se e passa-se por coisas impensáveis, nós raparigas desfazemo-nos em lágrimas em casa enquanto eles passeiam pela cidade com os amigos, eles amam-se mas desencontram-se as vezes que forem precisas até perceberem que são realmente feitos um para o outro, no fim acabam muito felizes. Mas as histórias de amor na realidade não acabam assim, às vezes chegam a não acabar na nossa cabeça. Eu nunca pedi esta história! Eu não a queria mesmo. Bastava-me algo simples, e sem história, algo que não doesse, nem que me fizesse ficar mal. Algo assim sem nada marcado e sem aviso prévio. Coisas momentâneas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-8240478261573610299?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8240478261573610299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8240478261573610299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8240478261573610299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8240478261573610299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-nao-acreditava.html' title='Eu não acreditava, mas que as há...'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDpYSsy8liI/AAAAAAAAA1I/IFI8zNKCAHM/s72-c/New_York___Taxi_story_by_DarkSaiF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7177410440634981068</id><published>2010-07-10T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:12:15.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano! 10.07.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDj9wBymbMI/AAAAAAAAA04/3oD3fcrh0As/s1600/station_to_station_by__rainman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492418747134536898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDj9wBymbMI/AAAAAAAAA04/3oD3fcrh0As/s400/station_to_station_by__rainman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492418514933709650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDj9igxm-1I/AAAAAAAAA0w/lljC11jm-Ls/s400/sebastianas03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDj8Cx77XDI/AAAAAAAAA0o/cF8vebKZWxs/s1600/station_to_station_by__rainman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ansiedade de chegar, os contratempos, os comboios fora de horas, o esquecer de comprar o bilhete, eles que não apareciam, a estação cheia de pessoas e eu não saber por onde ir. O comboio com as suas apitadelas, e aquele som característico. A chegada a um sítio que eu desconhecia, o rubor das pessoas á minha volta, o nervosismo de o ver a qualquer instante. Foram coisas que nunca tinha passado na minha vida, foi tudo planeado rápido demais para ter saído bem. O olhar para o relógio e as horas passarem, o olhar á minha volta e ver tudo e não ver ninguém, ver a confusão que pairava pelas ruas, o cheiro da terra, da famosa terra! As cores das luzes daquela noite de festa, o olhar das pessoas que nunca me tinham visto mas que me reconheceram, aquele seu andar, a cerveja na mão, os seus típicos all stars, combinando com as suas calças rasgadas, e aquele cabelo que o caracteriza com o seu sorriso inexplicável. Assim os meus grandes olhos se encontraram com ele, e o meu coração ficou ainda mais agitado,  todo o meu fracasso desapareceu, foi substituído por mais uma dose alta de força para que pudesse eu aguentar todo aquele momento. O contacto, o curto olhar que pareceu parar o tempo (…) acabou no momento em que tudo poderia ter sido diferente, a volta para a cidade foi escura e triste, foram lágrimas por todo o caminho, foi a estação que ficou com mais uma história, foi a minha lamentável história.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7177410440634981068?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7177410440634981068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7177410440634981068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7177410440634981068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7177410440634981068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-ano-10072009.html' title='Um ano! 10.07.2009'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDj9wBymbMI/AAAAAAAAA04/3oD3fcrh0As/s72-c/station_to_station_by__rainman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8538921276947712932</id><published>2010-07-04T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:52:24.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascunhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDDYUKFI_MI/AAAAAAAAA0g/bqv1k01Z5Ls/s1600/adecca6c10149a0735fd9384a0756fe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 418px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490125786579532994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDDYUKFI_MI/AAAAAAAAA0g/bqv1k01Z5Ls/s400/adecca6c10149a0735fd9384a0756fe3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDDV2Xbh2SI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/d-FO-6y1kyE/s1600/You_Don__t_Know_Me_by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Às vezes tenho a sensação de que se esgotaram as palavras, que já nem escrever consigo. Outras vezes entro numa robusta inspiração que me deixa sem folgo, mas depois puff! Desaparece tudo quando começo a pensar em ti, a minha cabeça enche-se de ideias a mais, de palavras a mais, de sentimentos misturados e confundidos, memórias que já deviam ter sido levadas pelo vento mas continuam a querer permanecer na minha cabeça, e ainda pior no meu coração. Durante o dia sem mais nem menos passam imagens soltas nossas na minha cabeça, ouço as vozes das nossas conversas, e a tua expressão encaixa-se de tal maneira que fico com o corpo todo arrepiado. Parece que estás mesmo do meu lado, mas não estás e nunca mais vais estar. Eu não me canso de ti, não me canso porque me deste os momentos mais felizes da minha vida, aqueles em que eu me senti realmente preenchida, em que sabia que mais nada no mundo me iria fazer tão feliz como estar do teu lado. Daqueles em que eu deitada no teu colo tinha a perfeita noção de que não precisava de mais nada para ser feliz, foi em todos esses momentos que dei valor á vida, e que aprendi que as coisas boas da nossa vida estão nos gestos mais pequenos dela. Caí-me a lágrima salgada pelo rosto que tanto olhou para ti e nunca se cansou. Eu já não sei se quero mesmo isto, ainda dói e ainda custa ouvir-te do outro lado da linha, e custa ainda mais fazer de conta que nada se passou. Apesar de todas as coincidências, de todos os momentos de paz que tive do teu lado, e apesar de teres sido uma das coisas melhores que me aconteceu na vida sei que tenho de me desligar de ti. Não dá para continuar cá e lá é demais para mim, mas apesar de tudo tenho-me aguentado bem e tenho sido feliz á minha maneira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-8538921276947712932?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8538921276947712932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8538921276947712932&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8538921276947712932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8538921276947712932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/07/rascunhos.html' title='Rascunhos'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TDDYUKFI_MI/AAAAAAAAA0g/bqv1k01Z5Ls/s72-c/adecca6c10149a0735fd9384a0756fe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5832106622914679327</id><published>2010-06-29T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:05:46.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eduardo, o MAIOR ou não</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCpt-Z0hhkI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/WB1ySUbnpHk/s1600/wtf__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488320014754874946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCpt-Z0hhkI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/WB1ySUbnpHk/s400/wtf__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ah e tal o Eduardo é o maior." "Ah e tal o Eduardo é o melhor guarda-redes do mundial" " Ah e tal o Eduardo, fogo o Eduardo é aquela coisa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já todos percebemos que o Eduardo é o maior ok? Vá meninas podem-se todas apaixonar pelo Eduardo, que eu também me apaixonei por um que me lixou a vidinha toda, mas sabem o que é toda mesmo? É isso mesmo. E pronto esta é a minha cara quando me falam no Eduardo o guarda-redes, e quando me falam no Eduardo, e quando me falam num outro Eduardo qualquer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-5832106622914679327?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5832106622914679327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5832106622914679327&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5832106622914679327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5832106622914679327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/eduardo-o-maior-ou-nao.html' title='Eduardo, o MAIOR ou não'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCpt-Z0hhkI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/WB1ySUbnpHk/s72-c/wtf__by_ThErEaLDoLLyFrikka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4383324855413972936</id><published>2010-06-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:09:44.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidências, mais coincidências.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCfaFDt1qcI/AAAAAAAAA0I/GeErXzsTJL4/s1600/Phone_I_by_g00dapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487594451406006722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCfaFDt1qcI/AAAAAAAAA0I/GeErXzsTJL4/s400/Phone_I_by_g00dapple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu não queres mesmo que eu siga com a minha vida para a frente pois não?&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/1017533173757050104-4383324855413972936?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4383324855413972936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4383324855413972936&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4383324855413972936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4383324855413972936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/coincidencias-mais-coincidencias.html' title='Coincidências, mais coincidências.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCfaFDt1qcI/AAAAAAAAA0I/GeErXzsTJL4/s72-c/Phone_I_by_g00dapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-800952195867794910</id><published>2010-06-24T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:29:59.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não cura tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCPqbwFPg9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/mI5Lvc6JSI0/s1600/55ae1aa57343196c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486486533551653842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCPqbwFPg9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/mI5Lvc6JSI0/s400/55ae1aa57343196c.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias lutamos contra os nossos fantasmas, na esperança que algum dia eles deixem de existir. Todos os dias acordo a pensar "será hoje o dia?", existem coisas que acontecem na nossa vida que nos deixam marcados para sempre, ou durante muito tempo, que por muito que lutemos continua a custar ouvirmos falar neles, ou até pensar. Vou realmente muito abaixo quando penso em tanto que já passei, doeu muito e ainda hoje continua a doer, talvez não da mesma maneira. Está quase a fazer um ano que se passou tudo, em que eu era ingénua e estava com vontade de cair na tentação. Paguei muito caro por um erro, aliás foram erros atrás de erros, se eu tivesse tido força pelo menos para dizer não a mim própria teria sido tudo muito mais fácil, a esta hora já estava noutra e tudo não passava de uma má fase. Ás vezes tenho a sensação que nunca vou gostar de mais ninguém como dele, há algo que me diz que nunca vamos ficar juntos, mas também que nunca vou esquecer quem ele foi e continua a ser. Faço-me de forte mas de forte não tenho nada, faço de conta que ele deixou de existir, mas continua na minha cabeça. A escola safa-me, o trabalho também, não me deixam pensar no que não posso, tornei-me numa pessoa mais calma e com os pés assentes na terra, ao menos vale-me isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-800952195867794910?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/800952195867794910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=800952195867794910&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/800952195867794910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/800952195867794910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo-nao-cura-tudo.html' title='O tempo não cura tudo'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCPqbwFPg9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/mI5Lvc6JSI0/s72-c/55ae1aa57343196c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7579549253337407040</id><published>2010-06-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:14:26.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me parece Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCE1p-IpK5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/HT6mvegB-Fc/s1600/It_Was_Last_Summer_by_aprelka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 418px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485724816284134290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCE1p-IpK5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/HT6mvegB-Fc/s400/It_Was_Last_Summer_by_aprelka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sério? Estamos mesmo no Verão? Oh! Ninguém diria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escola, trabalho, escola trabalho, dormir, escola, trabalho (...)&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/1017533173757050104-7579549253337407040?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7579549253337407040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7579549253337407040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7579549253337407040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7579549253337407040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-me-parece-verao.html' title='Não me parece Verão'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCE1p-IpK5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/HT6mvegB-Fc/s72-c/It_Was_Last_Summer_by_aprelka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-799043848949568303</id><published>2010-06-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:55:41.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um, não te faz diferença é nenhuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TCEw9eie9sI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hI6rNaAIuhc/s1600/re.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não cresceste nada, mas sabes o que é nada mesmo? É isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah desculpa, Parabéns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-799043848949568303?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/799043848949568303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=799043848949568303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/799043848949568303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/799043848949568303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/mais-um-nao-te-faz-diferenca-e-nenhuma.html' title='Mais um, não te faz diferença é nenhuma'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7643688403330540067</id><published>2010-06-20T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:16:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working and never thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TB4GYyPeCRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wfaHL9T90Z8/s1600/lazy_afternoons_by_8o_clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484828419057125650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TB4GYyPeCRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wfaHL9T90Z8/s400/lazy_afternoons_by_8o_clock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto trabalho estou com a cabeça ocupada, não perco tempo com pensamentos que não levam a lado nenhum. Isto faz-me bem, faz-me crescer um bocadinho todos os dias, a perceber que a vida também custa, e que temos responsabilidades, coisa que nunca hás de perceber tão cedo. Hoje estou a morrer de saudades, há dias em que custa mas depois passa, afasto-te do meu pensamento e ficas longe. Hoje já penso e consigo agir com mais racionalidade, já consigo deitar para fora tudo aquilo que estava entalado, todos os dias, mas todos os dias já consigo mostrar mais um bocadinho de mim. E o mérito é todo meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7643688403330540067?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7643688403330540067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7643688403330540067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7643688403330540067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7643688403330540067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-and-never-thinking.html' title='working and never thinking'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TB4GYyPeCRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wfaHL9T90Z8/s72-c/lazy_afternoons_by_8o_clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5799799647065082337</id><published>2010-06-19T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T05:14:43.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é mau nem é bom, é aquilo que tiver de ser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBy0kySQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vMJAXPt86EI/s1600/re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484456990297088722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBy0kySQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vMJAXPt86EI/s400/re.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num instante a vida muda e começas a ter as tuas responsabilidades, a isto chama-se crescer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-5799799647065082337?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5799799647065082337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5799799647065082337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5799799647065082337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5799799647065082337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-e-mau-nem-e-bom-e-aquilo-que-tiver.html' title='Não é mau nem é bom, é aquilo que tiver de ser.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBy0kySQ4tI/AAAAAAAAAzg/vMJAXPt86EI/s72-c/re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7022972498821184635</id><published>2010-06-15T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:30:19.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E amanhã é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBfi0t1e1KI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7WH_hxqY3jc/s1600/McDonald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483100466631857314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBfi0t1e1KI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7WH_hxqY3jc/s400/McDonald.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu primeiro dia de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7022972498821184635?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7022972498821184635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7022972498821184635&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7022972498821184635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7022972498821184635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-amanha-e.html' title='E amanhã é...'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBfi0t1e1KI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7WH_hxqY3jc/s72-c/McDonald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1446554550541052230</id><published>2010-06-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:15:23.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já não peço mais nada, também nunca pedi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBabb6SmN1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/GUSzftgKqGU/s1600/true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482740500176189266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBabb6SmN1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/GUSzftgKqGU/s400/true.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só queria a verdade, mais nada. (É caso para dizer, espera aí sentada.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1446554550541052230?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1446554550541052230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1446554550541052230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1446554550541052230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1446554550541052230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-nao-peco-mais-nada-tambem-nunca-pedi.html' title='Já não peço mais nada, também nunca pedi!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBabb6SmN1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/GUSzftgKqGU/s72-c/true.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8328982878359095452</id><published>2010-06-12T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T05:02:46.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma lá um balde de água fria pela cabeça abaixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBN3QWx9bsI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1hl_l1mL1Jg/s1600/tumblr_l1rm8fyTRF1qzirnvo1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481856294316764866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBN3QWx9bsI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1hl_l1mL1Jg/s400/tumblr_l1rm8fyTRF1qzirnvo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está na hora de seguir com a minha vida para a frente, vai custar mas eu consigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade vem sempre ao de cima, sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-8328982878359095452?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8328982878359095452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8328982878359095452&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8328982878359095452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8328982878359095452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/toma-la-um-balde-de-agua-fria-pela.html' title='Toma lá um balde de água fria pela cabeça abaixo'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBN3QWx9bsI/AAAAAAAAAzA/1hl_l1mL1Jg/s72-c/tumblr_l1rm8fyTRF1qzirnvo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-8324892585995840860</id><published>2010-06-10T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:39:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje o meu cantinho está de parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBFpfYafqNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/NlRlliWY--k/s1600/Herr_Hildezarts_2th_birthday_by_hoschie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481278209337043154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBFpfYafqNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/NlRlliWY--k/s400/Herr_Hildezarts_2th_birthday_by_hoschie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é que eu me podia esquecer? Já tem 2 aninhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-8324892585995840860?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/8324892585995840860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=8324892585995840860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8324892585995840860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/8324892585995840860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-o-meu-cantinho-esta-de-parabens.html' title='Hoje o meu cantinho está de parabéns!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TBFpfYafqNI/AAAAAAAAAyo/NlRlliWY--k/s72-c/Herr_Hildezarts_2th_birthday_by_hoschie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3131318132913443845</id><published>2010-06-07T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:30:47.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vira o disco e toca o mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TA1kwNcIWhI/AAAAAAAAAyg/n6ATOXb51SM/s1600/Headlight__Black_Demons_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 408px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480147100983908882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TA1kwNcIWhI/AAAAAAAAAyg/n6ATOXb51SM/s400/Headlight__Black_Demons_by_monislawa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca sabemos para onde vamos. Nunca sabemos até onde podemos chegar, nunca conhecemos os nossos passos, mesmo quando pensamos que escolhemos os melhores caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vens e vais como um pássaro, voas como quem anda, ficas como quem mora e, quando partes, nunca dizes adeus. Penso sempre que é a última vez, mas depois há uma força que te faz voltar, e a cada regresso trazes-me mais conforto, mais paz, mais sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz voar até mim é um mistério que o mundo não consegue resolver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Existe algo em ti assim, caramba voltas-te outra vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-3131318132913443845?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3131318132913443845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3131318132913443845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3131318132913443845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3131318132913443845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/vira-o-disco-e-toca-o-mesmo.html' title='Vira o disco e toca o mesmo'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TA1kwNcIWhI/AAAAAAAAAyg/n6ATOXb51SM/s72-c/Headlight__Black_Demons_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2951315449969184995</id><published>2010-06-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:14:35.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TArLM-OM_SI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5zmuWOIrm78/s1600/DSC05785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479415320371068194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TArLM-OM_SI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5zmuWOIrm78/s400/DSC05785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É nestes momentos, que digo "a vida vale apena". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2951315449969184995?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2951315449969184995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2951315449969184995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2951315449969184995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2951315449969184995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-nestes-momentos-que-digo-vida-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TArLM-OM_SI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5zmuWOIrm78/s72-c/DSC05785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7981929018451198008</id><published>2010-06-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:43:27.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu prometo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAghrItYrwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dGULzpm4BwI/s1600/DSC05600PRONTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 418px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478665971652144898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAghrItYrwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dGULzpm4BwI/s400/DSC05600PRONTO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que vou começar a fotografar mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7981929018451198008?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7981929018451198008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7981929018451198008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7981929018451198008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7981929018451198008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-premeto.html' title='Eu prometo...'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAghrItYrwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/dGULzpm4BwI/s72-c/DSC05600PRONTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-6941410721579407829</id><published>2010-06-01T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T04:23:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye sixteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TATtn7RFtcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/JReoR5quBDg/s1600/Happy_Day_Love_by_PuzzledBean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 410px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764316969416130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TATtn7RFtcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/JReoR5quBDg/s400/Happy_Day_Love_by_PuzzledBean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome seventeen!&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/1017533173757050104-6941410721579407829?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6941410721579407829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=6941410721579407829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6941410721579407829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6941410721579407829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-sixteen.html' title='Bye sixteen!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TATtn7RFtcI/AAAAAAAAAyI/JReoR5quBDg/s72-c/Happy_Day_Love_by_PuzzledBean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5835013025461965763</id><published>2010-05-31T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:58:38.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez um dia encontre o equilíbrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAQVkfM1ylI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wGwiUJC7abQ/s1600/Effy_Stonem_by_faerna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477526763384195666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAQVkfM1ylI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wGwiUJC7abQ/s400/Effy_Stonem_by_faerna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tornei-me numa pessoa de extremos, ou estou demasiado triste, ou demasiado feliz, às vezes torna-se assustador. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E amanhã já tenho 17!&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/1017533173757050104-5835013025461965763?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5835013025461965763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5835013025461965763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5835013025461965763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5835013025461965763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/talvez-um-dia-encontre-o-equilibrio.html' title='Talvez um dia encontre o equilíbrio'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAQVkfM1ylI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wGwiUJC7abQ/s72-c/Effy_Stonem_by_faerna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-5043584531487350174</id><published>2010-05-29T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:27:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na verdade, somos todos um bocadinho assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAGF1KzWW9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/-mneoLjAnfU/s1600/Her_Voice_Is_Beyond_Her_Years_by_dcamacho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476805770338524114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAGF1KzWW9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/-mneoLjAnfU/s400/Her_Voice_Is_Beyond_Her_Years_by_dcamacho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano atrás parecia tudo muito mais fácil, aos poucos as coisas foram-se complicando e a vida começou a exigir mais de mim, tive de aprender a ser racional, a pensar com a minha cabeça. Deixei de achar que os problemas podiam ser resolvidos com o tempo e até que acabavam por passar, mas não é bem assim. Cada vez mais adiamos o que é inevitável, o que mais tarde ou mais cedo acaba por acontecer, adiámos para não sofrer já, mas acabamos sempre da mesma forma. Há coisas que já estão no destino, que se cumprem de uma maneira ou de outra. Mas mesmo sabendo que nos estamos a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mutilar&lt;/span&gt; a nós próprios insistimos em continuar, continuámos a sonhar e a planear, no fundo sou assim, fraca e sonhadora. Encanto-me com pouco e lanço grandes expectativas, não sei bem se é uma qualidade ou um defeito, sei que neste momento me faz mal. Há problemas que ficam em nós o tempo que for preciso até os decidirmos resolver, umas vezes fingimos que os chegamos a resolver, mas é mentira, tentamos enganarmos-nos a nós próprios mais uma vez , enterramos o assunto e lançamos-lhe areia para cima como se ele não viesse mais á superfície, mas num dia qualquer, numa hora qualquer quando nós menos esperamos lá está ele como uma pedra no nosso caminho, mesmo ali na superfície por onde nós íamos a passar. Afinal ele não ficou resolvido, nem vai ficar até decidirmos meter mãos ao trabalho, e fazer os possíveis para que seja menos um, temos de sofrer, de chorar e encarar as coisas de frente e de batalhar, custa, custa muito mas só assim nos livramos deles. Não sei se algum dia terei força para o olhar de frente e resolver tudo de uma vez por todas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-5043584531487350174?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/5043584531487350174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=5043584531487350174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5043584531487350174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/5043584531487350174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/na-verdade-somos-todos-um-bocadinho.html' title='Na verdade, somos todos um bocadinho assim'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/TAGF1KzWW9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/-mneoLjAnfU/s72-c/Her_Voice_Is_Beyond_Her_Years_by_dcamacho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2579536189457088188</id><published>2010-05-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:34:59.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E hoje apeteceu-me isto</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/inthissilence?&amp;size=medium&amp;bgcolor=%23333333&amp;fgcolor=%23FFFFFF" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="180" height="275" style="border:none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/inthissilence"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/inthissilence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-2579536189457088188?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2579536189457088188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2579536189457088188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2579536189457088188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2579536189457088188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-hoje-apeteceu-me-isto.html' title='E hoje apeteceu-me isto'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2375945281841072143</id><published>2010-05-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:34:29.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa palavra: Invejosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_7lEH1gfxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vilF5NLhkBU/s1600/DrunkFocus1_by_aiemydyjat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476066055914815250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_7lEH1gfxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vilF5NLhkBU/s400/DrunkFocus1_by_aiemydyjat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinceramente, eu tenho uma turma que é uma SHIT! São um bom exemplo de pessoas que não olham a meios para atingirem os fins. Simplesmente deixei de ter gosto em trabalhar num meio assim.&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/1017533173757050104-2375945281841072143?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2375945281841072143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2375945281841072143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2375945281841072143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2375945281841072143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/numa-palavra-invejosos.html' title='Numa palavra: Invejosos'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_7lEH1gfxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vilF5NLhkBU/s72-c/DrunkFocus1_by_aiemydyjat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-6847500696024258529</id><published>2010-05-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:29:14.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece que adivinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_rSgepnavI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WSlMTfSR5ZQ/s1600/Good_Morning_by_IllusionDoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474919752447519474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_rSgepnavI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WSlMTfSR5ZQ/s400/Good_Morning_by_IllusionDoll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem pousei a cabeça sobre a almofada, a ver e a rever imagens nossas na minha cabeça, a pensar no tempo que já passou e em tudo aquilo que já mudou e não mudou, a pensar que foste a pessoa que mais amei, a pessoa que me fez mudar tudo, que me fez passar por coisas que nunca tinha passado. Cada vez que fechava os olhos via-te a ti, e percebi que aquilo que sinto é mais forte que todo o mundo, é forte, muito mais forte do que tudo, e foi nesse momento que percebi que aquilo que sinto e sempre senti por ti é inexplicável, e que por mais palavras que eu tentasse descrever não ia adiantar, porque é algo indescritível, algo que parece durar para sempre. A minha vontade era levantar-me, e poder ir atrás de ti. Mas tentei pôr a cabeça no lugar e capacitar-me que isso não era possível e que tinha de uma maneira ou de outra acabar por esquecer essa tua expressão, voz e cheiro. Adormeci, mais uma vez a pensar em ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acordei frustrada, e com mau humor, porque nada muda de um dia para o outro, sonhei contigo outra vez, que estúpida que eu sou. Precisava de alguém que me desse dois empurrões e me fizesse ver que esta história já acabou. Mas não acabou, não, não. Naquele momento os meus olhos ainda cheios de sonolência vidram-se naquele telemóvel que está noites e noites á espera de uma mensagem vinda de ti. Estúpido, e eu a pensar que tu nunca mais te ias lembrar de mim durante madrugada, pregas-me assim destes sustos de vez enquando, mas a sensação foi boa, lembraste-te de mim, lembraste-te e só isso já teve um enorme significado para mim. Lembraste-te de mim, lembraste-te só para dizer que sou estúpida e que não me percebes, mas lembraste-te. Oh meu amor eu também não te percebo, mas qual era a piada se nos percebêssemos? Não percebo nem nunca vou perceber essas tuas palavras e atitudes, mas sei que me fazem imensamente bem! Logo logo ganhei uma dose extra de força para encarar mais um dia. Sabes, eu&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;gosto de ti... assim dessa maneira estúpida que tens de me fazeres feliz. Ás vezes ainda tenho a esperança de que tudo vai ficar bem, mas a vida troca-nos outra vez as voltas todas.&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/1017533173757050104-6847500696024258529?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6847500696024258529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=6847500696024258529&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6847500696024258529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6847500696024258529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/parece-que-adivinho.html' title='Parece que adivinho'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_rSgepnavI/AAAAAAAAAxo/WSlMTfSR5ZQ/s72-c/Good_Morning_by_IllusionDoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-4541003438052634452</id><published>2010-05-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:31:45.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eish, decerteza que eras tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_mQgtlLAUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/h0aqBQ1OoPI/s1600/Phone_I_by_g00dapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474565713711268162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_mQgtlLAUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/h0aqBQ1OoPI/s400/Phone_I_by_g00dapple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje deu-me a pequena impressão de ter ouvido a tua voz, espero bem que tenhas sido mesmo tu, espero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-4541003438052634452?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/4541003438052634452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=4541003438052634452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4541003438052634452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/4541003438052634452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/eish-decerteza-que-eras-tu.html' title='Eish, decerteza que eras tu'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_mQgtlLAUI/AAAAAAAAAxg/h0aqBQ1OoPI/s72-c/Phone_I_by_g00dapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-6923551626877490851</id><published>2010-05-22T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:26:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que aconteciam, mas já não acontecem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_hL0kPOQhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HjiM7ufNdYU/s1600/sms_freak_by_cabin_pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474208713521644050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_hL0kPOQhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HjiM7ufNdYU/s400/sms_freak_by_cabin_pressure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias quando acordo ainda olho para o telemóvel na esperança que durante a noite te lembres de mim, mas não, deves andar muito mais ocupado com outras coisas, ou pessoas enquanto eu sonho contigo, e sonho que um dia ainda te arrependes, um dia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-6923551626877490851?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/6923551626877490851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=6923551626877490851&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6923551626877490851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/6923551626877490851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/coisas-que-aconteciam-mas-ja-nao.html' title='Coisas que aconteciam, mas já não acontecem'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_hL0kPOQhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HjiM7ufNdYU/s72-c/sms_freak_by_cabin_pressure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-328900170479655358</id><published>2010-05-21T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:18:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Está tudo ao contrário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_cGfkwXuHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nvfOZHsxXZ0/s1600/ASDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 424px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473851011604396146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_cGfkwXuHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nvfOZHsxXZ0/s400/ASDS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estava decidida a seguir por um caminho, mas fazia tudo ao contrário, como se na realidade, quisesse seguir por outro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que ando um bocado assim, acho...&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/1017533173757050104-328900170479655358?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/328900170479655358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=328900170479655358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/328900170479655358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/328900170479655358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/esta-tudo-ao-contrario.html' title='Está tudo ao contrário'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_cGfkwXuHI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nvfOZHsxXZ0/s72-c/ASDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3271884959896717988</id><published>2010-05-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:07:14.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, mas só hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_Wjgwy0CmI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9JjyEqVblEo/s1600/People_of_the_sun_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473460705387874914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_Wjgwy0CmI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9JjyEqVblEo/s400/People_of_the_sun_by_gilad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tenho saudades tuas, saudades de estar deitada no teu colo, enquanto cheiravas o meu cabelo e me falavas ao ouvido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tenho saudades das tuas mãos e da tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Tenho saudades da calma com que te ouvia e te podia sentir, hoje tenho saudades da nossa melodia. Hoje e só hoje tenho saudades de ti. Não sei como nem porquê, mas hoje tenho uma saudade que não se explica, só quem sente é que sabe. Hoje não me sinto desesperada, hoje não te odeio tanto como tu merecias que eu te odiasse, hoje sinto-me com paz, sinto-me a viver numa serenidade triste, e melancólica. Uns dias odeio-te, noutros amo-te tanto que não consigo que me passes mais um dia ao lado, não dá, não dá. Sinto-me estúpida, de tão estúpida que sou, será que nunca vou aprender a viver feliz sem 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/1017533173757050104-3271884959896717988?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3271884959896717988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3271884959896717988&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3271884959896717988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3271884959896717988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-mas-so-hoje.html' title='Hoje, mas só hoje...'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_Wjgwy0CmI/AAAAAAAAAxI/9JjyEqVblEo/s72-c/People_of_the_sun_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-3840276870145709357</id><published>2010-05-19T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:42:42.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias quem nem a mim própria me aguento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_Q_JafVjVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KKrbtk4CVFg/s1600/Wrap_your_arms_around_me_by_nouxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_Q_JafVjVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KKrbtk4CVFg/s400/Wrap_your_arms_around_me_by_nouxz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473068878124125522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta disto, fartinha. Nunca estou bem com a vida que tenho, acho que ninguém está. Não, não quero ter dezassete anos, não estou nem de longe nem de perto ansiosa, não quero falar com ninguém e não quero que ninguém fale comigo. Hoje estou de mal com a vida, e a vida está de mal comigo. Hoje tenho vontade de gritar bem alto que me estou a lixar para todos. Estou farta desta comunidade farta, já não posso ouvir mais ninguém. Também não preciso que me ouçam, só quero paz. Hoje estou cheia de tudo e cheia de nada. Hoje estou apenas assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-3840276870145709357?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/3840276870145709357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=3840276870145709357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3840276870145709357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/3840276870145709357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-dias-quem-nem-mim-propria-me-aguento.html' title='Há dias quem nem a mim própria me aguento'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S_Q_JafVjVI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KKrbtk4CVFg/s72-c/Wrap_your_arms_around_me_by_nouxz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1866039006410673888</id><published>2010-05-13T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T05:18:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já chega!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S-vt5lP136I/AAAAAAAAAwY/7xqoaRgkTxQ/s1600/suneczajkowski00-550x349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470727745878482850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S-vt5lP136I/AAAAAAAAAwY/7xqoaRgkTxQ/s400/suneczajkowski00-550x349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha de haver um dia onde eu ia dizer CHEGA! Para mim morreste, desaparece de vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1866039006410673888?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1866039006410673888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1866039006410673888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1866039006410673888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1866039006410673888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/ja-chega.html' title='Já chega!'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S-vt5lP136I/AAAAAAAAAwY/7xqoaRgkTxQ/s72-c/suneczajkowski00-550x349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-368568756836373830</id><published>2010-05-10T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T04:41:30.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltas-te e tiraste-me a paz (mais uma vez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S-fwowafwXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/x-d7LpIAEEQ/s1600/38fa43e2d29f2fc49298ea5713c9f4c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469604855446225266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S-fwowafwXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/x-d7LpIAEEQ/s400/38fa43e2d29f2fc49298ea5713c9f4c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As coincidências não existem, a distância não apaga nada, o tempo não cura, e o amor não morre. Ver-te põe-me louca, fico sem juízo e o todo o resto deixa de existir. Vou deixar de me convencer que sou feliz sem ti, porque não sou. Mas até onde queres chegar? Pensei que o jogo já tinha acabado, que a roleta não voltasse às suas voltas que me deixam desorientada. Mas não, tu voltas-te e não pode ser só coincidência, és a única pessoa com quem me sinto protegida, com quem sou realmente eu. Abris-te os teus braços para mim, sentis-te outra vez o meu cheiro, e eu a tua pele, embalaste-me no teu colo como se fosse outra vez criança. No fim, segredaste-me e desapareces-te. Abri os olhos e já lá não estavas. Obrigada, a sério obrigada por me fazeres bater com a cabeça tantas vezes, obrigada por ires e voltares, e obrigada por me deixares desorientada. Não percebes que as imagens não param de passar na minha cabeça e que sem ti não sou ninguém? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-368568756836373830?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/368568756836373830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=368568756836373830&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/368568756836373830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/368568756836373830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/voltas-te-e-tiraste-me-paz-mais-uma-vez.html' title='Voltas-te e tiraste-me a paz (mais uma vez)'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S-fwowafwXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/x-d7LpIAEEQ/s72-c/38fa43e2d29f2fc49298ea5713c9f4c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-2395804652599856758</id><published>2010-05-03T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T04:27:00.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posso e vou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S96y4qxThoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DnnZlL156_U/s1600/~smsms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467003684297868930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S96y4qxThoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DnnZlL156_U/s400/~smsms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afinal posso ser feliz sem ti&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/1017533173757050104-2395804652599856758?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/2395804652599856758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=2395804652599856758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2395804652599856758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/2395804652599856758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/05/posso-e-vou.html' title='Posso e vou.'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S96y4qxThoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DnnZlL156_U/s72-c/~smsms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-1621248651531736292</id><published>2010-04-22T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:20:48.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eras e vais voltar a ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S9CvchH7BVI/AAAAAAAAAwA/mnwkvtzcTsQ/s1600/gkgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 485px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463059252463207762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S9CvchH7BVI/AAAAAAAAAwA/mnwkvtzcTsQ/s400/gkgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu mal agora é que pensas demais, deixas-te de ser a pessoa que agia sem pensar, a fonte das loucuras e das risadas tivesses tu mal ou bem. Eras sempre a mesma pessoa, quem te viu e quem te vê, os teus passos largos nas ruas mais conhecidas, o teu falar alto, e os teus risos de pessoa feliz onde eles já vão, num tempo desconhecido, num tempo em que eras qualquer coisa, e te sentias uma pessoa. Em que esquina deixas-te o teu ser? Deixaste-te envolver num ritmo alucinante, numa roleta que girava sem parar, sonhas-te demasiado e nem quiseste saber , deixas-te de ser tu e começas-te a depender de um ciclo interminável que não te dava descanso, querias sempre mais, e parar nunca foi o que te tenha vindo parar ao pensamento. Sempre pensas-te que eras tu quem mandava e que tinhas o controle de tudo, que quando te cansasses a mandavas parar e ela obedeceria às tuas ordens. Pensamentos levados em vão, porque ela fazia de ti o que queria, e ainda hoje o faz, balanças de um lado para o outro, andas para a frente e para trás e á dias em que simplesmente não andas. Eu sei bem, como te sentes, dias em que mal vives, és cuspida a uma velocidade alucinante, ficas que nem uma boneca de trapos, mal te consegues levantar, e quando te levantas ninguém dá conta que o fizeste, tens a sensação de que és invisível aos olhos dos outros, mas talvez não sejas. Não te queres sentir exposta mas também não queres ser invisível, agora gostas de tudo no meio-termo, queres deixar de ser uma pessoa de extremos bipolarizados e começar a ser uma pessoa aparentemente normal. Mas sabes uma coisa? Ninguém neste mundo consegue ser normal, todos nós temos as nossas falhas, as nossas tentações e as nossas fraquezas, a vida é mesmo assim só tens de te conseguir libertar, e conseguir tomar decisões, deixar de parte o egoísmo de ti própria e avançar sem medos, voltar a ser o que eras. Tu consegues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-1621248651531736292?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/1621248651531736292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=1621248651531736292&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1621248651531736292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/1621248651531736292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/04/eras-e-vais-voltar-ser.html' title='Eras e vais voltar a ser'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S9CvchH7BVI/AAAAAAAAAwA/mnwkvtzcTsQ/s72-c/gkgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017533173757050104.post-7037987732974652744</id><published>2010-04-19T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T04:53:20.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem pensar nas consequências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S8xD_QghyeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zV-KicRnUUA/s1600/All_The_Right_Moves_by_Melayna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 748px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 526px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461815202135788002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S8xD_QghyeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zV-KicRnUUA/s400/All_The_Right_Moves_by_Melayna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de cometer uma loucura para sentir que ainda estou viva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017533173757050104-7037987732974652744?l=in-this-silencee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/feeds/7037987732974652744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017533173757050104&amp;postID=7037987732974652744&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7037987732974652744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017533173757050104/posts/default/7037987732974652744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-this-silencee.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-pensar-nas-consequencias.html' title='Sem pensar nas consequências'/><author><name>Filipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859969350282353572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEy3HeW68As/TX1PNy0ct8I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ns6QejfPW34/s220/39593_1337113208153_1840827414_672074_3508759_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IpvigxlH7nE/S8xD_QghyeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/zV-KicRnUUA/s72-c/All_The_Right_Moves_by_Melayna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
