<?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-3682524034078208641</id><updated>2012-02-18T18:10:32.575Z</updated><category term='citações'/><category term='devaneios'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='mundos'/><title type='text'>Ventos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3507827867607823481</id><published>2012-02-18T17:26:00.013Z</published><updated>2012-02-18T18:02:28.374Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm miles from where you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;I lay down on the cold ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray that something picks me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;sets me down in your warm arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dentro da minha face mais dura e distante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3682524034078208641-3507827867607823481?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3507827867607823481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3507827867607823481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3507827867607823481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3507827867607823481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-miles-from-where-you-are-i-lay-down.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-5664955897076510133</id><published>2012-02-02T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:01:38.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kzesDdM0A/Tyr5fNpqd1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iHla3uAoSY4/s1600/PB230064+(2)+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kzesDdM0A/Tyr5fNpqd1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iHla3uAoSY4/s320/PB230064+(2)+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-5664955897076510133?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/5664955897076510133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=5664955897076510133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5664955897076510133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5664955897076510133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kzesDdM0A/Tyr5fNpqd1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iHla3uAoSY4/s72-c/PB230064+(2)+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4608448866315712572</id><published>2012-01-11T19:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:24:57.494Z</updated><title type='text'>O teu efeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apercebo-me que ando com borbulhas na cara, com os olhos apenas semi-abertos, com a roupa sem cuidado ou mesmo com a do dia anterior, sem paciência, zangada comigo, assustada ou mesmo aterrorizada com a perspectiva dos dias futuros, mas "giraça", bem disposta e com vontade de brincar, sorridente que até irrita, com um vestido novo e umas meias compradas de propósito, confiante e cheia de esperança. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4608448866315712572?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4608448866315712572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4608448866315712572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4608448866315712572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4608448866315712572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-teu-efeito.html' title='O teu efeito'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-202000896681325076</id><published>2011-11-19T22:36:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:37:01.804Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;You came out of nowhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Stealing my heart and brain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Flaming my every cell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You make me feel myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; 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font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3682524034078208641-202000896681325076?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/202000896681325076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=202000896681325076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/202000896681325076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/202000896681325076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-came-out-of-nowhere-stealing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-5355545481516292990</id><published>2011-11-14T19:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:37:12.087Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É em dias como o de hoje que me revelo as minhas fraquezas, escondidas na maior parte do tempo de mim. É nestes dias que choro no caminho para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="29" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qOB3G6WeZrQ" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-5355545481516292990?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/5355545481516292990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=5355545481516292990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5355545481516292990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5355545481516292990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/11/contra-senso.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qOB3G6WeZrQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6238437039504296639</id><published>2011-10-30T16:59:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:31:40.121Z</updated><title type='text'>Bela Tentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9InGxaEumVQ/Tq2CP8kMOBI/AAAAAAAAAio/bdNUtIdtUnQ/s1600/apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9InGxaEumVQ/Tq2CP8kMOBI/AAAAAAAAAio/bdNUtIdtUnQ/s320/apple.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cor: Candy apple&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ou como me dizes, "maçãs do amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6238437039504296639?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6238437039504296639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6238437039504296639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6238437039504296639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6238437039504296639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/10/tentacao.html' title='Bela Tentação'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9InGxaEumVQ/Tq2CP8kMOBI/AAAAAAAAAio/bdNUtIdtUnQ/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-2141368707741225462</id><published>2011-10-02T01:12:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:34:15.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo grande, enorme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"...tamanho que me apercebi hoje que a cidade de&amp;nbsp;Lisboa&amp;nbsp;realmente tem", disseste-me. O que eu não disse depois foi: tamanho que me fizeste aperceber hoje que a cidade de Lisboa realmente tem.&amp;nbsp;Porque, os caminhos&amp;nbsp;eu já tinha percorrido vezes que já não conto,&amp;nbsp;mas no nós foi a primeira vez.&amp;nbsp;Hoje a&amp;nbsp;cidade mostrou-me sentimentos que eu desconhecia, mostrou-me um ser alguém que eu desconhecia. E hoje penso que ninguém me conhece tão bem como ela, cidade que me ouve e me vê, nos seus muros e escadas, despida ao longo do tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-2141368707741225462?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/2141368707741225462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=2141368707741225462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/2141368707741225462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/2141368707741225462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='Um beijo grande, enorme'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8557574245761911911</id><published>2011-09-21T23:34:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:59:00.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A barriga ainda fica pequenina e a garganta muito apertada. Não ultrapassei, quando não o sinto é porque apenas o esqueci.&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/3682524034078208641-8557574245761911911?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8557574245761911911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8557574245761911911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8557574245761911911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8557574245761911911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/09/ainda-doi-barriga-ainda-fica-pequenina.html' title='De regresso'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1494935650777941227</id><published>2011-09-10T16:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:05:16.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há 10 anos interromperam os meus desenhos animados para me mostrarem a morte em directo, hoje vou-me deixar chorar. Pelo mal, pelos que amam, pelos heróis que entraram nas torres sabendo que estas iam cair a qualquer momento só para salvar uma vida, pela liberdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembro-me do momento, há 10 anos, em que descobri que os pontos pretos a cair das janelas eram homens, não sei se demorei a perceber por inocência de uma criança de 10 anos, ou se não&amp;nbsp;quis&amp;nbsp;perceber mais cedo pelo horror da realidade. Choque. O Bush dizia que seria feita justiça, eu não consigo pensar em nada que possa estar perto sequer de compensar a injustiça da perda de uma daquelas vidas. Talvez devesse acreditar no Céu.&lt;br /&gt;Esta data é a mais&amp;nbsp;visível, mas quando hoje me deixo chorar, porque me perturba intimamente&amp;nbsp;o mal,&amp;nbsp;a morte e o sofrimento do Mundo em que vivo, faço-o também por todas as vezes que não me permiti&amp;nbsp;fazê-lo enquanto vi televisão e li jornais durante todo este ano de lutas, guerras e ausência de respeito pela Humanidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1494935650777941227?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1494935650777941227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1494935650777941227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1494935650777941227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1494935650777941227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/09/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4207072821834103322</id><published>2011-08-01T22:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:58:16.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"in two days tomorrow will be yesterday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz9q6cVqNPY/Tide_ue6ChI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WatO1NRbQKE/s1600/IMG_0844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz9q6cVqNPY/Tide_ue6ChI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WatO1NRbQKE/s320/IMG_0844.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;e um dia que não podia ter sido mais feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um abraço apertado de sorriso e agradecimento na&amp;nbsp;saída&amp;nbsp;da faculdade, onde tudo fez sentido. Um caminho onde as palavras se atropelavam com o entusiasmo de quem quer contar tudo o que tinha acontecido, e o conforto ser ouvida com todo o interesse e atenção. Ao telefone, palavras aliviadas que torceram muito por mim e a partilha sincera da realização. Uma aula prometida a que há muito queria assistir. Uma mesa para dois e um menu de palavras estranhas que resultaram num prato com arroz em forma de coração, pirosisses boas, sabores frescos da Ásia, e um chá quente de maçã e canela. Um passeio de mãos dadas por ruas estreitas até à baixa, o sermos presenteados com um concerto em frente ao S. Carlos, e a partilha confidente e aconchegada de um gelado. O rodopiar leve na rua Augusta até ao arco, e um beijo e as palavras certas nas escadas da estátua do D. José. Um olhar sincero na estação do Rossio, uma cama grande e lençóis lavados, um dia que não acabou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada por teres feito tudo para que este fosse o meu dia, por fazeres tudo para que estes sejam os nossos dias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1424394714097747147?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1424394714097747147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1424394714097747147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1424394714097747147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1424394714097747147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/07/mesa-para-dois.html' title='Mesa para dois'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz9q6cVqNPY/Tide_ue6ChI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WatO1NRbQKE/s72-c/IMG_0844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6727685141040192573</id><published>2011-07-12T21:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:52:16.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start</title><content type='html'>nobodysaiditwaseasynooneeversaiditwouldbesohard&amp;nbsp;i'm going back to the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6727685141040192573?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6727685141040192573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6727685141040192573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6727685141040192573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6727685141040192573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/07/start.html' title='The Start'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1958468292616468817</id><published>2011-06-26T01:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:52:29.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBCbCR6aRY/TgaCRldQVXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZgeBrUCrzVc/s1600/night.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBCbCR6aRY/TgaCRldQVXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZgeBrUCrzVc/s400/night.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1958468292616468817?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1958468292616468817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1958468292616468817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1958468292616468817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1958468292616468817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zBCbCR6aRY/TgaCRldQVXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZgeBrUCrzVc/s72-c/night.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-281126316236586370</id><published>2011-06-19T18:37:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:10:47.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>202</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso de me acalmar. Ainda preciso de me acalmar. Estou aqui, já passou uma noite, mas ainda vejo aqueles olhos brancos, ainda sinto o cheiro, ainda ouço as vozes altas,&amp;nbsp;ainda me desvio da garrafa atirada,&amp;nbsp;ainda imagino tudo o que não aconteceu mas que podia ter acontecido. "-Tive sorte com o homem."&amp;nbsp;Vi e vivi o pior da cidade que adoro.&amp;nbsp;Preciso de me acalmar e ouço a música. Acabou tudo bem, mas os meu olhos ainda parecem querer chorar quando me lembro, porque ainda sinto a insegurança, porque apesar de ter acabado tudo bem, nem tudo ficou bem. Acho que nunca tive tanto medo na minha vida. E porque estava sozinha, e porque agora sei que podia ter apanhado o 205, ainda tremo e me doem os olhos. Adoro a minha vida, tive tanto medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="29" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/stCKjZniMsQ" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-281126316236586370?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/281126316236586370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=281126316236586370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/281126316236586370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/281126316236586370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/06/preciso-de-me-acalmar.html' title='202'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/stCKjZniMsQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8774733959096751729</id><published>2011-06-08T23:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:01:14.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Voltei a correr. Depois de um ano de pausa, voltei a conseguir o meu tempo de sentir a estrada, a rua, a música, o coração e o vento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já a caminhar, na chegada a casa, ouvi inesperadamente a nossa música e encontrei-nos ali mesmo. Naquele momento, com um tempo que só ao vento pertencia, consegui perceber que ainda nos basta um céu, ou uma sala com uma vela acesa, para podermos existir. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;...Just know that these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Will never change for us at all&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/3682524034078208641-8774733959096751729?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8774733959096751729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8774733959096751729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8774733959096751729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8774733959096751729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-ceu.html' title='Um céu'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-2558902216358807384</id><published>2011-05-09T00:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:20:41.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai, uma fita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai, uma fita... "-Quando é mesmo a benção?". Não deixes passar o tempo, não deixes passar o tempo, não deixes passar o tempo, não deixes passar o tempo... Bolas, e agora o que é que eu escrevo? Não te esqueças, não te esqueças, não te esqueças... Não está bem assim, porque é que não consigo escrever exactamente o que sinto para ti? Amanhã vejo se a inspiração está do meu lado. Ainda não é hoje. Tens que te despachar, tens que te despachar... "-Então já tens a fita para mim?". Bolas. Atrasada, outra vez... "-Já está aqui!". Ai, uma fita escrita e entregue, e uma felicidade enorme no peito. Uma fita com um desejo, que pode não ter sido expresso perfeitamente naquelas palavras, e no timming de entrega, mas que é muito cá de dentro, uma fita que enche o coração como só a amizade consegue. Sinto-me tão feliz a desejar e a imaginar a vossa felicidade. Ai, uma fita de parabéns orgulhosos, e lá vai ela mais um bocadinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-2558902216358807384?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/2558902216358807384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=2558902216358807384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/2558902216358807384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/2558902216358807384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/05/ai-uma-fita.html' title='Ai, uma fita.'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7759772996549379446</id><published>2011-05-03T18:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:00:02.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>amêndoa e tangerina&lt;br /&gt;roibos e damasco&lt;br /&gt;tarte de maça e gelado&lt;br /&gt;leite e café&lt;br /&gt;profiteroles e chocolate&lt;br /&gt;strawberry e cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;chá e bolachas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num banco ao pé do rio,&lt;br /&gt;a perder comboios,&lt;br /&gt;num dia de chuva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7759772996549379446?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7759772996549379446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7759772996549379446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7759772996549379446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7759772996549379446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/05/juntos.html' title='Juntos'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1004395574051483407</id><published>2011-04-10T13:35:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:23:30.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a Good Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYwoOyGHhEU/TaGkiGXntNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/13E3wBjy9vk/s1600/800px-Estacao_baixa_chiado_metro_lisboa_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYwoOyGHhEU/TaGkiGXntNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/13E3wBjy9vk/s400/800px-Estacao_baixa_chiado_metro_lisboa_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-It's not real. It's just a good story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-What's so wrong with a good story?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3682524034078208641-1004395574051483407?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1004395574051483407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1004395574051483407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1004395574051483407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1004395574051483407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-real.html' title='a Good Story'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYwoOyGHhEU/TaGkiGXntNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/13E3wBjy9vk/s72-c/800px-Estacao_baixa_chiado_metro_lisboa_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3827938298604490324</id><published>2011-03-28T19:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:39:29.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Previsão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgHskM85TXI/TZDVEV4MKyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PmcNf2hWLSo/s1600/previs%25C3%25B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgHskM85TXI/TZDVEV4MKyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PmcNf2hWLSo/s1600/previs%25C3%25B5es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3827938298604490324?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3827938298604490324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3827938298604490324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3827938298604490324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3827938298604490324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/03/previsao.html' title='Previsão'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgHskM85TXI/TZDVEV4MKyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PmcNf2hWLSo/s72-c/previs%25C3%25B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4655618549612015702</id><published>2011-02-23T15:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:49:32.920Z</updated><title type='text'>" ...</title><content type='html'>-Sentir que há alguém que gosta de nós, e de estar connosco,&amp;nbsp;é dos melhores sentimentos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu gosto de ti...&amp;nbsp;E posso ser o teu que olha para trás à tua procura. Sabes isso, não sabes?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu sei, mas não é a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu sei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É neste fim de tarde acolhedor que recordo esta convesa acolhedora&amp;nbsp;do final de tarde de ontem. Nesse dia, os candeeiros da Avenida de Roma convergiam para um&amp;nbsp;sol que se punha&amp;nbsp;reflectido nas poucas nuvens daquele imponente céu assente no horizonte da grande avenida. Estamos em Fevereiro, a temperatura do final de tarde do dia de hoje não concorda, e a &amp;nbsp;atmosfera vem com sentimentos que me envolvem e me fazem viajar para passeios noutros fins de tarde quentes&amp;nbsp;passados ou futuros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4655618549612015702?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4655618549612015702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4655618549612015702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4655618549612015702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4655618549612015702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='&quot; ...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-310661315801480053</id><published>2011-01-26T20:04:00.023Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:22:50.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Dito pelas lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje chorei. Chorei quando&amp;nbsp;aparentemente o&amp;nbsp;motivo fazia sorrir. Por isso chorei também, encostada à grade escura, a olhar para o castelo e para o miradouro da Graça enquadrados num céu azul limpo. O sol aquecia-me as costas, o vento gelava-me a mão que segurava o casaco. Eram 14.30h quando entrei na faculdade. Quando vi a pauta não consegui conter tudo o que não se libertava há já algum tempo. Em mim, a esperança é um sentimento muito resistente, e por isso, no fundo, acreditava que era possível, contudo a mentalização&amp;nbsp;do resultado negativo nos últimos dias fez-me&amp;nbsp;crer que&amp;nbsp;continuamente me&amp;nbsp;julgo superior àquilo que sou.&amp;nbsp;Telefonei-te a dar a boa novidade,&amp;nbsp;foi muito bom ouvir a tua voz de&amp;nbsp;orgulho e o riso&amp;nbsp;expressivo&amp;nbsp;do pai ao fundo muito feliz por mim.&amp;nbsp;Fiz&amp;nbsp;com que&amp;nbsp;não reparassem no choro da minha voz invulgar&amp;nbsp;porque hoje quis-me chorar&amp;nbsp;sozinha,&amp;nbsp;sem julgamentos e tentativas de compreensão. Foi bom sentir quem, sem qualquer dúvida minha, me quer todo o bem.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, as lágrimas que cairam em silencio&amp;nbsp;aliviaram, lavaram a alma, e disseram muito mais&amp;nbsp;para além&amp;nbsp;do percebido. Hoje deito-me cedo, que as lágrimas também cansaram. Nunca&amp;nbsp;senti&amp;nbsp;tantas saudades de alguém como hoje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-310661315801480053?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/310661315801480053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=310661315801480053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/310661315801480053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/310661315801480053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagrimas-minhas.html' title='Dito pelas lágrimas'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-522642410208425486</id><published>2011-01-25T21:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:51:36.691Z</updated><title type='text'>cosiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TT9AvpcpiAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TFfmpwKb86Q/s1600/Arabia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TT9AvpcpiAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TFfmpwKb86Q/s1600/Arabia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;numa mesa redonda﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-522642410208425486?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/522642410208425486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=522642410208425486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/522642410208425486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/522642410208425486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/01/cosiness.html' title='cosiness'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TT9AvpcpiAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TFfmpwKb86Q/s72-c/Arabia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-175555810161733022</id><published>2011-01-18T01:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:24:05.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que merda de dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Viagens sem música, sono,&amp;nbsp;inércia, falta de gosto a fazer aquilo que gosto -&amp;nbsp;é que nem o ver televisão e o&amp;nbsp;fazer nada&amp;nbsp;foram como deve de ser, e 8h (8h!!)&amp;nbsp;para estudar metade de uma aula de 1h, uma aula que nem é muito importante para o crédito! Se tivesse 15 dias só para estudar isto, era tranquilo. Mas não, os 4 dias que&amp;nbsp;tenho&amp;nbsp;são contados às horas, aos minutos! - Estás a ouvir,&amp;nbsp;ó Deus da produtividade e do proveito? Que tal um bocadinho de&amp;nbsp;compaixão por esta carente alma por ti abandonada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É um espanto eu dizer asneiras, eu sei, mas hoje&amp;nbsp;acabo o dia&amp;nbsp;a repetir: Que merda de dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-175555810161733022?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/175555810161733022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=175555810161733022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/175555810161733022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/175555810161733022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/01/que-merda-de-dia-viagens-sem-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4539910502284535359</id><published>2011-01-06T23:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:25:27.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Passagem de ano</title><content type='html'>Passagem de ano e a entrada a sério&amp;nbsp;na decada dos 20 e _ . &lt;br /&gt;12 passas n chegam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TSZLhUHHNRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JaBeoPaWZ_M/s1600/DSC02760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TSZLhUHHNRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JaBeoPaWZ_M/s320/DSC02760.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a lucky man to count on both hands&lt;br /&gt;The ones I love...&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/3682524034078208641-4539910502284535359?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4539910502284535359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4539910502284535359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4539910502284535359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4539910502284535359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2011/01/passagem-de-ano.html' title='Passagem de ano'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TSZLhUHHNRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JaBeoPaWZ_M/s72-c/DSC02760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-5515227732802386225</id><published>2010-11-03T11:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:24:32.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eu também.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"- Vim só dizer boa noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Boa noite. Dorme bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- (olhas para mim e observas o que faço&amp;nbsp;fixamente)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gosto de te ver estudar assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- É para compensar o fim de semana grande de férias! (respondo, como sempre, irreflectidamente)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Não é isso.&amp;nbsp;Gosto de te ver estudar&amp;nbsp;assim o que estás a estudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São estes momentos que me voltam a dar sentido. Não devia ser necessário, mas esqueço-me muitas vezes de valorizar a concretização. Obrigada por me&amp;nbsp;mostrares tão espontâneamente que estás feliz por mim. Lembras-me que eu também estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-5515227732802386225?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/5515227732802386225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=5515227732802386225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5515227732802386225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5515227732802386225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-tambem.html' title='- Eu também.'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4993261494559351597</id><published>2010-10-15T00:50:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:21:43.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Se me encontrarem, deixem-me ficar por lá.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo sem palavras volto movida pela inocência sorridente&amp;nbsp;de quem ainda não conseguiu parar de sonhar. Uma tarde a olhar para o rio e uma história&amp;nbsp;bonita à noite serviram de mote para os sonhos verdes e azuis, cheios de terraços de arroz, véus, relevos&amp;nbsp;e madeiras molhadas.&amp;nbsp;A vida&amp;nbsp;primária daquele&amp;nbsp;paraíso místico original atrai-me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fortemente e só me faz desejar amar em Bali.&amp;nbsp;Nos próximos&amp;nbsp;dias&amp;nbsp;vou dormir&amp;nbsp;lá,&amp;nbsp;ler lá,&amp;nbsp;andar por lá e&amp;nbsp;ser apanhada pela chuva e pelo&amp;nbsp;sol tropicais. Tenho pena que, previsivelmente,&amp;nbsp;entretanto isto passe: o&amp;nbsp;estudo da próxima semana e a perspectiva de mais&amp;nbsp;6 anos exaustos de&amp;nbsp;curso&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;antecederão uma vida cheia de obrigações e responsabilidades, farão desvanecer a minha fantasia apaixonada.&amp;nbsp;Para já, a esperança da idade que teima em permanecer, e que&amp;nbsp;faço&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;acreditar ser a ponte entre&amp;nbsp;a fantasia&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;a possibilidade&amp;nbsp;real,&amp;nbsp;ainda me permite dizer -&amp;nbsp;Talvez um dia vá&amp;nbsp; contigo ao outro lado do mundo, apaixonada, dormir, ler, andar e&amp;nbsp;apanhar chuva e sol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TLeTMNSnIuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/K77mprcxXqM/s1600/bali2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TLeTMNSnIuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/K77mprcxXqM/s320/bali2.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4993261494559351597?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4993261494559351597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4993261494559351597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4993261494559351597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4993261494559351597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-me-encontrarem-deixem-me-ficar-por.html' title='Se me encontrarem, deixem-me ficar por lá.'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/TLeTMNSnIuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/K77mprcxXqM/s72-c/bali2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3578151368574289662</id><published>2010-06-19T03:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:22:47.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"- E quando pedi ao teu irmão para te dizer que estava aqui ainda fiquei a pensar naquilo que ia dizer quando te voltasse a ver..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi tão fácil. Uma gargalhada e um abraço, e conversávamos outra vez como se estivéssemos ainda em 2005. Foi como se nunca tivéssemos ido por caminhos diferentes, como se o P ainda se sentasse na mesa em frente ao R, ao S e ao V, e a Rita ainda fosse ás nossas aulas de EVT. Nós seguimos, e não acredito que estejamos tão iguais como tu dizes que estamos, mas hoje confirmámos que a nossa amizade ficou imóvel, à nossa espera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanto tempo perdidos e despercebidos no tempo, é tão bom voltar a encontrar assim, inesperadamente, a nossa cumplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3578151368574289662?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3578151368574289662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3578151368574289662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3578151368574289662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3578151368574289662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3260494671635410048</id><published>2010-04-16T22:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:17:51.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvanecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto muitos chegam a casa, eu continuo a olhar para os livros e cadernos abertos na mesma página, há mais de&amp;nbsp;duas horas. Queria tanto&amp;nbsp;agarrar isto como agarro&amp;nbsp;o mapa e a minha&amp;nbsp;bússula depois do relógio ter dado o sinal da minha partida. O bem estar e a motivação que me fazem correr por entre montes, árvores,&amp;nbsp;rios e cercas&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;têm existido&amp;nbsp;neste plano&amp;nbsp;real em que o relógio&amp;nbsp;já apitou há muito tempo, mesmo não&amp;nbsp;tendo feito&amp;nbsp;o tal pii que eu tão bem reconheço.&amp;nbsp;O teste é amanhã. A responsabilidade é, desta vez, tão grande que acho que não consigo&amp;nbsp;sentir bem&amp;nbsp;a sua forma e peso. Há tanto tempo que não entro na floresta com a ambição de quem&amp;nbsp;vive apenas para&amp;nbsp;desfrutar todos&amp;nbsp;os segundos.&amp;nbsp;São as prioridades que me fazem faltar. Repito, é a minha estrutura e ordem&amp;nbsp;de prioridades que me faz faltar. Talvez eu não esteja nessa ordem, mas sim o que eu&amp;nbsp;espero ser. Talvez.&amp;nbsp;Amanhã vou ao teste. A matéria não está toda estudada. 3/5 não serão seficientes. Talvez sejam.&amp;nbsp;Já antevi o pior e mais provável cenário várias vezes, apesar disso&amp;nbsp;ainda não&amp;nbsp;lhe dei a&amp;nbsp;importância exigida. Mas desde&amp;nbsp;quando é que me contento com o suficiente? Não acredito que assim seja. Os últimos pontos ainda estão longe, já&amp;nbsp;estou toda cheia de picos nas pernas e nas mãos. O cansaço faz com que eu veja cada vez pior e a clareza dos montes, árvores, rios e cercas&amp;nbsp;vai-se desvanescendo.&amp;nbsp;Eu continuo a correr mais, ou menos, sempre movida pela esperança de&amp;nbsp;estar a realizar o caminho que faz o&amp;nbsp;final&amp;nbsp;compensar e querer voltar na próxima prova. Já&amp;nbsp;não é a primeira vez que estou&amp;nbsp;nesta cena. Já hoje,&amp;nbsp;não sei se é este o caminho. É tudo novidade e&amp;nbsp;pouco me faz acreditar que é&amp;nbsp;esta mesma vida&amp;nbsp;que quero agarrar como&amp;nbsp;agarro o mapa e a minha bússula,&amp;nbsp;que me&amp;nbsp;fazem ir&amp;nbsp;por caminhos sempre imprevisiveis, mas nos quais eu me coloco completa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3260494671635410048?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3260494671635410048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3260494671635410048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3260494671635410048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3260494671635410048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/04/desvanecer.html' title='Desvanecer'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7568581127765839165</id><published>2010-04-05T20:28:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:48:44.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei. Foi uma viagem longa a que fiz pela segunda vez. Já não me lembrava do quão longa era quando a iniciei, e tenho certeza que me vou esquecer novamente, rapidamente. Já não a sinto tão longa, e ainda agora cheguei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Deixei lá parte de mim" disse-me ela no regresso. Eu também deixei. É neste espírito de Páscoa que acredito: a Renovação. Não é fácil passar esta data longe da família, especialmente neste ano difícil, apesar disso consegui aceitar este desafio, o que vejo agora ter enriquecido muito o meu caminho de esperança, confiança, caridade, perseverança e oração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arriscar e aceitar as consequência do risco e das dúvidas. Tenho que fazer isto mais vezes. É que há tanta coisa bonita ainda por viver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlota, Carolina, Constança, Cris, Fissas, Mafi, Manel, Mikas, Nuno, Rodrigo e Vânia, a vossa presença foi tão surpreendente que não posso deixar de referir que foi o ponto de partida para a intensidade dos sentimentos. Digo-vos, neste momento, que chego feliz, do mundo frio, de vales, lagos e silêncios, à realidade quente, de cimento, fumo e confusão. O que virá depois? Virá seguramente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bleibet hier und wachet mit mir.Wachet und betet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7568581127765839165?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7568581127765839165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7568581127765839165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7568581127765839165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7568581127765839165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/04/bleibet-hier-und-wachet-mit-mir.html' title='Comunidade'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7542350844522485757</id><published>2010-03-12T15:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:59:05.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O melhor concerto no pior dia.O pior momento a acontecer aos melhores amigos. Graça de Deus, onde estás?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7542350844522485757?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7542350844522485757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7542350844522485757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7542350844522485757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7542350844522485757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-melhor-concerto-no-pior-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6501863248551636671</id><published>2010-02-01T22:38:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:25:21.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/S2dXli0LzPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EfsTLFntOpQ/s1600-h/alfama3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/S2dXli0LzPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EfsTLFntOpQ/s320/alfama3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alfama não cheira a fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não tem outra canção."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E presa nesta identidade vive&amp;nbsp;enleada&amp;nbsp;no dia&amp;nbsp;e na&amp;nbsp;noite da cidade.&amp;nbsp;Entre o&amp;nbsp;sabor do silêncio disseste-lhe que sentirias a sua falta, nesse momento a luz da cidade aqueceu-a, mas&amp;nbsp;logo&amp;nbsp;a sua&amp;nbsp;canção de água percorreu as suas escadas. Ficou então fechada em paredes&amp;nbsp;molhadas&amp;nbsp;presa num cheiro que não é seu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6501863248551636671?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6501863248551636671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6501863248551636671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6501863248551636671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6501863248551636671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/02/alfama-nao-cheira-fado-mas-nao-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/S2dXli0LzPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EfsTLFntOpQ/s72-c/alfama3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8004768935518028547</id><published>2010-01-25T16:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:21:13.842Z</updated><title type='text'>outro dia lado a lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje voltei a puxar a ponta do laço cor-de-rosa-bonito que guarda as cartas que me escreves-te compulsivamente, e que eu li diariamente&amp;nbsp;do mesmo modo. Hoje voltei a le-las e o sentimento foi o&amp;nbsp;da primeira vez&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;Acho que&amp;nbsp;não é&amp;nbsp;preciso nenhuma razão&amp;nbsp;extraordinária para&amp;nbsp;as ler&amp;nbsp;e celebrar a amizade, mas desta vez, abri o embrulho porque precisei de te ouvir. Sábado voltámos a estar juntos como há muito não o fazíamos e fiquei sem vontade de sair dali.&amp;nbsp;As&amp;nbsp;folhas têm a data de 2008 (assustador) mas ainda nos têm lá,&amp;nbsp;tal como fomos, tal como&amp;nbsp;somos.&amp;nbsp;Hoje gostei de te ouvir, de nos ouvir,&amp;nbsp;em momentos&amp;nbsp;de vida ainda simples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8004768935518028547?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8004768935518028547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8004768935518028547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8004768935518028547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8004768935518028547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/01/outro-dia-lado-lado.html' title='outro dia lado a lado'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6131375325270670018</id><published>2010-01-04T00:51:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:43:39.419Z</updated><title type='text'>touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque podíamos ser nós, se soubessemos dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xi37PIFWES0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xi37PIFWES0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6131375325270670018?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6131375325270670018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6131375325270670018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6131375325270670018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6131375325270670018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='touched'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3245866283314445574</id><published>2009-12-23T23:57:00.016Z</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:19:44.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São cinco horas e já é quase de noite. Hoje é o segundo dia depois do traçar de objectivos, último antes do terminar do plano. O que posso dizer é só: não concluído. Contudo, hoje o tempo não me enganou e tudo o que fiz está aqui. A chuva continua, as minhas mãos estão brancas e geladas e a minha cabeça continua a latejar. Foram precisos 19 anos e um início de pausa lectiva para descobrir as dores de cabeça, aquelas que até doem ao tocar. Maldita frágil natureza humana que só se revela quando menos estamos dispostos a aceita-la. E eu que só queria estar em casa, aquecer as mãos entre o fogo, o pêlo do meu gato e o cabelo do meu irmão, ler os livros que estão à minha espera já há algum tempo e estudar. Entretanto, a aquecer as mãos na minha própria testa já embrulhei para lá da dezena de caixas e caixinhas, já dormi muito mais horas do que&amp;nbsp; as permitidas pelo bom senso, já vi mais filmes de terror do que a soma de todos os que tinha visto até aqui (quando tentei ver um filme bonito, a senhora atrás do vidro, pelo microfone, disse que estava esgotado) e o meu carro explodiu, pela 10ª vez, quase de vez. Hoje o tempo não me enganou. São cinco horas, está de noite e a chuva não pára. Amanhã, não sei. Parece que 5min de distância não é uma medida igual para toda a gente. Amanhã não vou tentar compreender. Vou percorrer os meus 5min sozinha e vou voltar. Quando voltar só quero que tudo esteja no mesmo sítio, o depois fá-lo-emos. Não me importo que o tempo me volte a enganar. Espero voltar à minha demanda pela produtividade já sem os ouvidos a fazerem-se notar, porque importo-me e importar-me-ei sempre com os não concluído pendentes. O depois voltará às suas trivialidades, com a diferença de mais um dia ter passado, de estar um natal mais à frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3245866283314445574?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3245866283314445574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3245866283314445574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3245866283314445574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3245866283314445574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/12/sao-cinco-horas-e-ja-e-quase-de-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-2812424541312620118</id><published>2009-12-17T23:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:01:59.202Z</updated><title type='text'>Do céu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SyrCyow6OvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JJN_oXpmCNw/s1600-h/elizabethtown-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SyrCyow6OvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JJN_oXpmCNw/s320/elizabethtown-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mentaliza-te: Do céu só cai chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mesmo que esperemos e que a espera&amp;nbsp;até seja bem boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-2812424541312620118?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/2812424541312620118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=2812424541312620118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/2812424541312620118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/2812424541312620118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-ceu.html' title='Do céu?'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SyrCyow6OvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JJN_oXpmCNw/s72-c/elizabethtown-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8790449777654399388</id><published>2009-12-03T00:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:02:16.152Z</updated><title type='text'>upa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E agora? Como é que&amp;nbsp;saio do&amp;nbsp;sofá, depois de um dia e duas noites quentinhos, cheios de doces, almofadas, filmes&amp;nbsp;e lamechices boas, e começo a trabalhar muito? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8790449777654399388?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8790449777654399388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8790449777654399388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8790449777654399388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8790449777654399388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/12/upa.html' title='upa!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-889592508202195256</id><published>2009-10-21T12:03:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:46:43.036Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje era um daqueles dias em que eu te telefonava. Adoentada, a desejar estar longe da tentativa de boa disposição que os outros merecem mas que me custa tanto nestes dias, era para perto de ti que eu ia.&amp;nbsp; Sentada na tua cama, olhava para ti a fazeres mil coisas para de seguida poderes estar só comigo, visita não combinada mas esperada.&amp;nbsp;Perto de ti, sem exigências,&amp;nbsp;vivia a minha apatia de dias como o de hoje. Dias frios&amp;nbsp;que querem que&amp;nbsp;ainda chova&amp;nbsp;mesmo depois da noite de tempestade. Então&amp;nbsp;ficava&amp;nbsp;com a cabeça na tua almofada a sorrir contigo por cima da tua música que nunca desligavas&amp;nbsp;até o tempo dizer que tinhamos&amp;nbsp;de ir. E ia, não contrariada, porque este conforto já sentia meu, porque o dia continuava frio mas&amp;nbsp;o casaco era mais quente, porque o dia ficava com mais horas.&amp;nbsp;Já não te telefono. Já não me telefonas. Não escolhemos&amp;nbsp;o fim porque não começamos pelo início. Hoje já não e um daqueles dias&amp;nbsp;e o&amp;nbsp;dia de hoje&amp;nbsp;continua&amp;nbsp;assim frio e adoentado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-889592508202195256?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/889592508202195256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=889592508202195256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/889592508202195256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/889592508202195256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-era-um-dos-dias-em-que-eu-te.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6618434836660984231</id><published>2009-09-13T20:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:30:26.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I would have stayed up with you all night....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sq1F2yr6h3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/eDqaByPq_Wk/s1600-h/_DSC1375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sq1F2yr6h3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/eDqaByPq_Wk/s400/_DSC1375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas uma bailarina tem de abusar do corpo para poder&amp;nbsp;dançar levemente e mostrar o controlo da dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aqui estão as&amp;nbsp;minhas feridas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6618434836660984231?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6618434836660984231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6618434836660984231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6618434836660984231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6618434836660984231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-would-have-stayed-up-with-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sq1F2yr6h3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/eDqaByPq_Wk/s72-c/_DSC1375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8910847122573230715</id><published>2009-08-04T21:11:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:26:08.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wait for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É com água pela cintura que o digo. É quando as ondas me empurram e a espuma ressalta para o meu corpo ainda quente e seco que digo: Espera por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espera por mim, dia. Espera por mim, onda. Espera por mim, vida. Eu ainda não estou a ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O meu tempo é mais lento e tem deixado tanto por dizer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8910847122573230715?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8910847122573230715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8910847122573230715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8910847122573230715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8910847122573230715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-com-agua-pela-cintura-que-o-digo.html' title='wait for me.'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3386909934917753451</id><published>2009-07-28T18:02:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:15:03.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu já não sei se sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sm8wLGah0mI/AAAAAAAAAYs/U6teE_UFpSE/s1600-h/Don__t_ever_think_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sm8wLGah0mI/AAAAAAAAAYs/U6teE_UFpSE/s400/Don__t_ever_think_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363558648480125538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... e quando nisto reparo tento começar de novo. Aqui estou eu. Por quanto tempo? Não sei. Espero que para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3386909934917753451?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3386909934917753451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3386909934917753451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3386909934917753451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3386909934917753451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-ja-nao-sei-se-sei.html' title='Eu já não sei se sei...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sm8wLGah0mI/AAAAAAAAAYs/U6teE_UFpSE/s72-c/Don__t_ever_think_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8992672249956836313</id><published>2009-07-17T22:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:53:13.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É já amanhã! Há já um ano que está agendada, hoje tem um sabor novo e diferente. E como quem espera nem sempre desespera, sabe bem vê-la chegar calmamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;"Roendo uma laranja na falésia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Olhando o mundo azul à minha frente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Ouvindo um rouxinol na redondeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; No calmo improviso do poente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8992672249956836313?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8992672249956836313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8992672249956836313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8992672249956836313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8992672249956836313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-ja-amanha-ha-ja-um-ano-que-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3582516761718954487</id><published>2009-07-07T18:26:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:26:40.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No dia da desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imperceptivelmente aproximas -te, fazes com que a minha cabeça se encoste ao teu peito e dás-me um beijo no cabelo. À minha frente está tudo o que não queria que acontecesse, apesar disso, naquele meio minuto, em que não te via a face mas te sentia o coração, o conforto dos sentidos da amizade e da preocupação afastou o peso do momento da desilusão e tornou presente a calma. Acho que nunca saberás a verdadeira importância daquele gesto puro para mim, daquele colinho, espontâneo e inesperado, há tanto tempo inconscientemente esperado. Talvez nunca chegues a saber que foi isso que me fez reparar que, quando a vida é vivida em modo forward, de vez em quando é preciso carregar no play e voltar a todos segundos. Não vais saber, mas também não importa. O que importa é que são as pessoas verdadeiras que importam e nos fazem sentir bem. As pessoas e os filipinos brancos que agora como compulsivamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SlOSOh9x4kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ipaBlif0910/s1600-h/Catch_me_again_by_elearage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785160206967362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SlOSOh9x4kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ipaBlif0910/s320/Catch_me_again_by_elearage.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 182px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 283px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3582516761718954487?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3582516761718954487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3582516761718954487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3582516761718954487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3582516761718954487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-dia-da-desilusao.html' title='No dia da desilusão'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SlOSOh9x4kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ipaBlif0910/s72-c/Catch_me_again_by_elearage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3618402462583150644</id><published>2009-06-20T16:55:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:00:08.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçadores de significados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Nós não pedimos para ser eternos, mas para não vermos os actos e as coisas a perderem de repente o significado. O vazio que nos cerca revela-se então..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint-Exupéry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrada num blog amigo não pude deixar de a imortalizar aqui, porque iremos sempre precisar de procurar o significado das coisas, pois é isso que as torna reais para nós e é o real seguro que nos faz existir e prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim, mais do que nunca, dependente e admiradora do real ingenuamente significado por mim.&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/3682524034078208641-3618402462583150644?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3618402462583150644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3618402462583150644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3618402462583150644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3618402462583150644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cacadores-de-significados.html' title='Caçadores de significados'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7282171555908551383</id><published>2009-06-14T13:00:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:31:10.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SjT57f_S80I/AAAAAAAAAX8/NUN6joWkLfk/s1600-h/AdelineMai-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347173458190201666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SjT57f_S80I/AAAAAAAAAX8/NUN6joWkLfk/s320/AdelineMai-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando tudo parecia ter tomado o seu rumo novamente, apareces num sentimento inesperado de saudade que coloca tudo de novo ao contrário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E, depois de mais uma noite de insónia, esta saudade do longe trás o desejo profundo de apanhar o próximo autocarro e de viver apenas para o presente eufórico dos dias livres. &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/3682524034078208641-7282171555908551383?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7282171555908551383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7282171555908551383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7282171555908551383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7282171555908551383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-they-tell-you-to-grow-up-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SjT57f_S80I/AAAAAAAAAX8/NUN6joWkLfk/s72-c/AdelineMai-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-5154806474560372962</id><published>2009-06-05T23:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:48:15.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa folha em branco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Eu não sei desenhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tenta fazer uma marca qualquer e vê onde ela te leva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Agora assina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Adaptado do livro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Ponto&lt;/span&gt; de Peter H. Reynolds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-5154806474560372962?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/5154806474560372962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=5154806474560372962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5154806474560372962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5154806474560372962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/06/numa-folha-em-branco.html' title='Numa folha em branco...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7335307770341887596</id><published>2009-05-20T23:32:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:04:23.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É um não querer mais de bem querer / É um caminhar solitário entre a gente</title><content type='html'>Um caminhar mecânico, contínuo, o meu. O som de um beijo na mão. Dois passos mais, e o sorriso aberto de um "Hoje dormi até ao meio dia" conversado. Um passo mais, e um olhar desviado involuntariamente para a esquerda que reconhece o "Se eu não morresse, nunca e eternamente buscasse e conseguisse a perfeição das coisas" das paredes fechadas do metro. Um contínuo caminhar mecânico, o meu:&lt;br /&gt;Noutra parte; à parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is that alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is that alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7335307770341887596?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7335307770341887596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7335307770341887596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7335307770341887596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7335307770341887596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-caminhar.html' title='É um não querer mais de bem querer / É um caminhar solitário entre a gente'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6725411911001719183</id><published>2009-05-17T16:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:28:07.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/ShApMFyer_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ERNrxTZqMxk/s1600-h/268468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336810846123110386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/ShApMFyer_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ERNrxTZqMxk/s320/268468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1381031"&gt;Ilhas Carteret (aqui)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6725411911001719183?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6725411911001719183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6725411911001719183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6725411911001719183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6725411911001719183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ilhas-carteret.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/ShApMFyer_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/ERNrxTZqMxk/s72-c/268468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-244824083444887142</id><published>2009-05-13T18:10:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:10:44.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>Hoje confirmei que, já não passo sem:&lt;br /&gt;o tempo sozinha em casa,&lt;br /&gt;comer bolachas maria,&lt;br /&gt;cantar com o espelho,&lt;br /&gt;andar descalça,&lt;br /&gt;dançar nas escadas,&lt;br /&gt;saltar para cima do sofá (ainda bem que a minha tia não lê o meu blog),&lt;br /&gt;e tudo isto ao mesmo tempo! (Márcia, desculpa as migalhas nas escadas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E adoro... Porque me faz sentir que existo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-244824083444887142?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/244824083444887142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=244824083444887142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/244824083444887142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/244824083444887142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/05/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7761871216468671382</id><published>2009-05-10T18:47:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:21:26.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgcToS84kFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/IMLmfQeHxqY/s1600-h/Med_Green_Monster_Product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334253866646540370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgcToS84kFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/IMLmfQeHxqY/s200/Med_Green_Monster_Product.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgcTivW5qQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LwPoCwsRmNQ/s1600-h/Med_Green_Monster_Product.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já passou uma semana e ainda não me tornei num monstro verde!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já estarei salva? &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/3682524034078208641-7761871216468671382?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7761871216468671382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7761871216468671382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7761871216468671382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7761871216468671382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ou-tornei.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgcToS84kFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/IMLmfQeHxqY/s72-c/Med_Green_Monster_Product.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6766662442055013825</id><published>2009-05-08T22:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:27:26.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"São os Loucos de Lisboa que nos fazem duvidar que a terra gira ao contrário</title><content type='html'>e os rios nascem no mar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgSlw6q9EsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bwR424-nbdc/s1600-h/jardim_das_Oliveiras_CCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333570118515233474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgSlw6q9EsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bwR424-nbdc/s320/jardim_das_Oliveiras_CCB.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 288px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 235px;" /&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/3682524034078208641-6766662442055013825?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6766662442055013825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6766662442055013825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6766662442055013825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6766662442055013825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_08.html' title='&quot;São os Loucos de Lisboa que nos fazem duvidar que a terra gira ao contrário'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgSlw6q9EsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bwR424-nbdc/s72-c/jardim_das_Oliveiras_CCB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-192621101613041244</id><published>2009-05-08T20:49:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:08:50.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá, à chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SgSko8vKhII/AAAAAAAAAW0/ANbLPts4B6w/s1600-h/jardim_das_Oliveiras_CCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olho para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que não és forte...Como é possível? Seguras tantos valores, tantos sorrisos, tanta esperança!...&lt;br /&gt;Num um momento de maluquice dizes que sou a tua heroína. Por entre os risos e o ketchup continuo a olhar para ti e não consigo deixar de pensar: heroína?... mas quem era eu sem ti?&lt;br /&gt;É tão por tua causa que ponho o meu "cavalinho à chuva" e não o tiro de lá...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que, enquanto estiveres comigo a chuva até o vai fazer ficar mais forte, porque sei que, enquanto estiver contigo, vão haver sempre dias bons de sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não estou a olhar para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a olhar por mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-192621101613041244?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/192621101613041244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=192621101613041244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/192621101613041244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/192621101613041244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/05/olho-para-ti.html' title='Lá, à chuva...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-5395155018446595562</id><published>2009-04-29T23:21:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:02:46.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cor de Morango</title><content type='html'>Cor sentida. Cor guardada.&lt;br /&gt;Cor desenhada a preto numa folha branca.&lt;br /&gt;Cor desenhada sem esboço.&lt;br /&gt;Cor entendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cor minha que sei de cor. Imaginada em dias de sol, vinda de pensamentos puros, cor que me acompanha. Cor de morango só meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-5395155018446595562?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/5395155018446595562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=5395155018446595562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5395155018446595562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5395155018446595562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/04/cor-de-morango.html' title='Cor de Morango'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6791414876239308576</id><published>2009-04-15T15:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:29:24.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I choose to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I look for you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm begging for you to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know that you can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be sure that you're by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't look at me, just look inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I can go through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, are you goin' tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of what I don't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see, I wanna fight&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SeX8wUdIEEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d2ysybK0I6Q/s1600-h/nadia-comaneci-olympics-ap760719047-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324940041490272322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SeX8wUdIEEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d2ysybK0I6Q/s320/nadia-comaneci-olympics-ap760719047-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I don't feel scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honey, if you care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna hear, I wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time I won't be wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can waste this precious time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asking where do I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me know your love is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause this time you won't control&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please, what do you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have to save your soul?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/3682524034078208641-6791414876239308576?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6791414876239308576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6791414876239308576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6791414876239308576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6791414876239308576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-choose-to-hide-but-i-look-for-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SeX8wUdIEEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d2ysybK0I6Q/s72-c/nadia-comaneci-olympics-ap760719047-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-5929663277365083394</id><published>2009-04-10T20:10:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:16:39.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;"Penso em vocês". Escrevo. Escrevo e as palavras tornam-se vãs por entre outras escritas. Eu não penso em vocês dessa maneira escrita, nem preciso de fechar os olhos, ou fazer qualquer outro esforço, para me sentir aí, com vocês. E é tão bom descobrir isto... Consigo sentir aquela noite de sexta-feira ainda aqui. Aqui, no coração, na cabeça ou noutro qualquer sítio com outro nome qualquer. Consigo sentir. Em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto em mim uma madrugada que tornou muito em novo, que tornou futuro em presente, que tornou pensamento em confiança...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei crescer tanto simplesmente por ousar ficar, por ousar passar aquele tempo em companhia. Nem tudo foi perfeito, muito longe disso até, mas o deixar ser acolhida pelas pessoas, pelo lago, pela neve, pelo silêncio, permitiu uma fé à qual eu, finalmente, consegui chamar minha.&lt;br /&gt;Não voltei. Não penso agora se foi bom ou não. Penso agora no como é bom e possível encontrar-vos sempre em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não perdi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-5929663277365083394?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/5929663277365083394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=5929663277365083394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5929663277365083394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/5929663277365083394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/04/raio-de-sol.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-420023149964079016</id><published>2009-04-05T12:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:52:52.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That´s the beauty of music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6bQD6hUuPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6bQD6hUuPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-420023149964079016?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/420023149964079016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=420023149964079016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/420023149964079016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/420023149964079016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='That´s the beauty of music...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1700466371153154493</id><published>2009-03-31T19:08:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:42:09.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus, outra vez...</title><content type='html'>"-Já te vais embora? Sempre que te vejo estás a ir embora!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SdiJwfnLCbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/oCTdwu414Jo/s1600-h/3415553466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321154425950767538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SdiJwfnLCbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/oCTdwu414Jo/s320/3415553466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SdiJc4hSPYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/C2aKhb9ygSM/s1600-h/3415553466.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hoje faço duas malas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uma ao fim da tarde para partir e outra à noite para chegar... E pergunto, onde estou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E digo adeus, 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/3682524034078208641-1700466371153154493?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1700466371153154493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1700466371153154493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1700466371153154493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1700466371153154493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/03/adeus-outra-vez.html' title='Adeus, outra vez...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SdiJwfnLCbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/oCTdwu414Jo/s72-c/3415553466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1630665145785146686</id><published>2009-03-15T16:48:00.020Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:12:48.410Z</updated><title type='text'>"Mesmo quando não tocamos lábios, nem ouvimos gargalhadas, nem vemos faces</title><content type='html'>sentimos os sorrisos dos outros cá dentro e construímos os nossos, num segredo que anula distâncias"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sb017pXZqpI/AAAAAAAAATc/qtCSWbvP1qI/s1600-h/42-17826485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313462434199612050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sb017pXZqpI/AAAAAAAAATc/qtCSWbvP1qI/s400/42-17826485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's times like these you learn to live again It's times like these you give and&lt;br /&gt;give again It's times like these you learn to love again It's times like these&lt;br /&gt;time and time again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1630665145785146686?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1630665145785146686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1630665145785146686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1630665145785146686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1630665145785146686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/03/mesmo-quando-nao-tocamos-labios-nem.html' title='&quot;Mesmo quando não tocamos lábios, nem ouvimos gargalhadas, nem vemos faces'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/Sb017pXZqpI/AAAAAAAAATc/qtCSWbvP1qI/s72-c/42-17826485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7195784222077799602</id><published>2009-03-08T19:30:00.022Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:06:15.975Z</updated><title type='text'>E se um dia eu disser que já não quero estar aqui?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho vontade de voltar aos tempos em que acreditava que podia mudar o mundo, tenho vontade das discussões extremistas e ingénuas que me faziam sonhar com pessoas melhores e com valores livres e justos. Tenho vontade da revolução na minha vida no sentido decidido, como o melhor, por mim. Tenho vontade de voltar a ser radical e ir à raiz das coisas sempre com o intuito de procurar, de perceber as vontades e crescer com os outros. Tenho vontade das ideias! Tenho vontade de uma vida não confortável, porque a vida não é para ser confortável. Tenho vontade de voltar aos tempos em que sentia o amor no seu mais lato sentido, aos tempos em que estava constantemente apaixonada e acreditava nas pessoas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A entrada na faculdade transformou as minhas prioridades de um modo repentino e não controlado que não esperava. Esperava algo contrário que nunca veio até mim e que nunca cheguei a procurar... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hoje sinto que muitas decisões passadas que tomei não foram tomadas no sentido mais certo, mas estou tranquila, porque foram livres e minhas, e porque o certo é também ele próprio incerto... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E o presente?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, tenho vontade de não ter medo de viver, tenho vontade de estar aqui e não ter medo, tenho vontade de estar e aqui e querer estar aqui! Tenho vontade de ouvir... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Agora terei vontade suficiente para voar com a vontade? Será a vontade suficiente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;E escrevo isto, sem me aperceber, no dia que marca a minha louca rica experiência, em terras distantes e novas, onde a família e a mulher foram os temas que, sob diversas culturas, falaram e foram cuidadosamente escutados, e onde a gente que tanto ensinou ficou inesquecível. E escrevo isto , sem me aperceber, num dia em que passei a tarde a jogar a família tradicional no computador, num cenário em que não havia tempo para fazer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;triqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;triqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por causa das crianças e do emprego, e em que os beijos românticos eram dados nos intervalos do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cansaço&lt;/span&gt; para que o nível do social não descesse e a promoção na carreira dos negócios assim fosse conseguida. E isto escrevo no dia em que, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ara variar, começo as frases com um: "Amanhã "&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/3682524034078208641-7195784222077799602?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7195784222077799602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7195784222077799602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7195784222077799602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7195784222077799602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-se-um-dia-eu-disser-que-ja-nao-quero.html' title='E se um dia eu disser que já não quero estar aqui?'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6687279723354975155</id><published>2009-02-14T20:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:51:06.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SZcuIB0yOfI/AAAAAAAAATM/z5pAOtgskSY/s1600-h/Cherry_tree_by_NoDate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SZcuIB0yOfI/AAAAAAAAATM/z5pAOtgskSY/s400/Cherry_tree_by_NoDate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302757801715710450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeando pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosfera&lt;/span&gt; encontro esta imagem e confesso: Apetece-me tanto cerejas!&lt;br /&gt;Penduradas nas orelhas, dentro de uma taça transparente ou numa mão cheia: Apetece-me tanto tanto cerejas!... Simplesmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6687279723354975155?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6687279723354975155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6687279723354975155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6687279723354975155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6687279723354975155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/02/passeando-pela-blogosfera-encontro-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SZcuIB0yOfI/AAAAAAAAATM/z5pAOtgskSY/s72-c/Cherry_tree_by_NoDate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4819426225473017808</id><published>2009-01-31T23:21:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:09:03.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Flauta de vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Custa tanto tanto estar longe quando sinto que precisas de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Tão habituada a receber, receber e receber, encontro-te triste, fora do meu mundo egocêntrico, e não sei o que fazer. Quero sentir a tua expressão, compreender o que sentes e partilhar emoções, quero que sintas o meu ombro, que descarregues tudo em cima de mim e chores comigo! Sei que não estás sozinha, mas preciso tanto de ter a certeza disso, preciso tanto de me assegurar que não te largam. És o meu tesouro!&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te dizer que estou perto, mas não consigo. Quero-te dizer que tudo ficará bem porque o mundo é justo, mas não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;Como é possível, com tudo o que fazes por mim constantemente, eu não te conseguir dar sequer a minha mão?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje voltei a andar à chuva. Foi inevitável porque senão nunca o teria feito. A chuva era torrencial e fazia doer quando tocava. A rua estava deserta: alguns carros, nenhuma pessoa, um chapéu de chuva partido no chão e o meu pensamento a vaguear pesado por entre a chuva. Quero tanto que adormeças longe da tempestade. Canto para ti. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dizes&lt;/span&gt; que me sentes perto mas, mesmo já estando em casa, oiço a chuva contínua a bater na janela e não consigo estar tranquila, e não sinto o meu abrigo tão seguro como gostaria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ajuda se disser que te adoro mil vezes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4819426225473017808?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4819426225473017808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4819426225473017808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4819426225473017808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4819426225473017808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/01/custa-tanto-estar-longe-quando-sinto.html' title='Flauta de vento...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3806996678003616153</id><published>2009-01-27T23:53:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:06:07.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Meios filmes. Risos inteiros.</title><content type='html'>E de longe chegas bem perto a cantar-me baixinho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-You're so fucking special!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144483592144866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SX-vWP-nh-I/AAAAAAAAATE/fvBTaoxEC1M/s320/42-18499637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3806996678003616153?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3806996678003616153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3806996678003616153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3806996678003616153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3806996678003616153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/01/pipocas-pipo.html' title='Meios filmes. Risos inteiros.'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SX-vWP-nh-I/AAAAAAAAATE/fvBTaoxEC1M/s72-c/42-18499637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8474952041371225796</id><published>2009-01-09T22:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:32:13.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Conta-me o Mundo!</title><content type='html'>Descalça-te, Conta-me uma história...&lt;br /&gt;Não, Muitas histórias!!&lt;br /&gt;Conta-me o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...Agora, conta outra vez! saM oa oirártnoc!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8474952041371225796?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8474952041371225796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8474952041371225796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8474952041371225796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8474952041371225796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2009/01/conta-me-o-mundo.html' title='Conta-me o Mundo!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7429190742705610873</id><published>2008-12-25T22:02:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:37:58.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Até aos sonhos e mais além!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hoje tomei uma decisão...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, para variar, não vou voltar atrás!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283852656321435570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SVQD_vGLF7I/AAAAAAAAASE/kZVn-X6Cjvs/s400/g6j3kl5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só espero amanhã acordar e não voltar atrás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rotina confortável ainda me prende e tenho medo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medo de não estar certa... O mesmo ideal de sempre que exige a perfeição!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que acaba por cansar... Cansar tanto, tanto... E que faz os dias passar, tão vagos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E só quero "fazer samba e amor a qualquer hora" e sonhar... Sonhos realizáveis!! A qualquer hora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7429190742705610873?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7429190742705610873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7429190742705610873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7429190742705610873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7429190742705610873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-aos-sonhos-e-mais-alm.html' title='Até aos sonhos e mais além!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SVQD_vGLF7I/AAAAAAAAASE/kZVn-X6Cjvs/s72-c/g6j3kl5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3590984253692353643</id><published>2008-12-13T18:36:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:29:52.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Abraço de Chuva...</title><content type='html'>À Chuva vagueio e sou feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena tentar ir contra vento, fecho o chapéu e caminho....&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil sair debaixo daquilo que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;protege&lt;/span&gt;, mas só depois vem a plenitude. A plenitude de uma chuva fria que molha o rosto e aquece a alma: O chapéu na mão, os pés molhados por causa das poças que faziam parte do caminho ou que simplesmente passaram a fazer, os olhos a sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva cúmplice, uma gota no nariz e umas meias quentes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A chuva ouviu e calou o meu segredo à cidade"&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/3682524034078208641-3590984253692353643?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3590984253692353643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3590984253692353643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3590984253692353643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3590984253692353643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/12/abrao-de-chuva.html' title='Abraço de Chuva...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7590074582434380923</id><published>2008-12-01T23:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:36:31.845Z</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/STRzIROYwOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iaArbBnx63Y/s1600-h/ee1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274967649457586402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/STRzIROYwOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iaArbBnx63Y/s320/ee1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you still care for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it starts to rain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7590074582434380923?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7590074582434380923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7590074582434380923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7590074582434380923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7590074582434380923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/12/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy tale...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/STRzIROYwOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iaArbBnx63Y/s72-c/ee1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3582261026159857884</id><published>2008-11-23T22:38:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:00:19.128Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SSni2CK4SfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4ZqTctztEpk/s1600-h/natal+luzes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olho à volta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luzinhas&lt;/span&gt; brilham e piscam já através das janelas dos edifícios que me rodeiam. Chegou inesperadamente este Natal, por entre tantas mudanças e tantos encontros e desencontros, a época da Família acabou por ficar em mim esquecida. No meio, um Vazio. Um vazio tão grande que me impede de partir. Lembro-me agora dos pasteis de nata e das bolachas de chocolate que não partilhei com aqueles que são para mim mais importantes, lembro-me das vezes que não fui atrás dos sentidos e que não saltei para os teus braços e não te dei um beijo. Lembro-me das vezes em que me esqueci do mundo onde pertenço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia normal teria encontrado alguma crítica para fazer àquelas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luzinhas&lt;/span&gt; e teria seguido. Hoje não foi um dia normal e nas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luzinhas&lt;/span&gt; encontrei o conforto de um "boa noite" vindo do outro lado da janela. E soube tão bem... E não quero mais dias normais... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(inevitável?)&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/3682524034078208641-3582261026159857884?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3582261026159857884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3582261026159857884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3582261026159857884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3582261026159857884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/11/olho-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8343836747784143910</id><published>2008-10-14T18:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:57:32.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pianicísses (escuto)</title><content type='html'>Porque hoje me deixei surpreender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SPTcXmaUyJI/AAAAAAAAALM/TwrM3Q_8hpE/s1600-h/piano3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257068963054274706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SPTcXmaUyJI/AAAAAAAAALM/TwrM3Q_8hpE/s320/piano3.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Pela música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ilusões parceiras do desconhecido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8343836747784143910?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8343836747784143910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8343836747784143910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8343836747784143910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8343836747784143910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/10/pianicsses-escuto.html' title='Pianicísses (escuto)'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SPTcXmaUyJI/AAAAAAAAALM/TwrM3Q_8hpE/s72-c/piano3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1263767144802956096</id><published>2008-10-11T17:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:13:20.509Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aonde não vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SPDZASZRM6I/AAAAAAAAALE/xHdzgD5QaxU/s1600-h/hen_ara%25C3%25BAjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Permanente ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1263767144802956096?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1263767144802956096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1263767144802956096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1263767144802956096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1263767144802956096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/10/porque-s-quero-ir-aonde-no-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-746477507503630321</id><published>2008-10-05T14:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:27:28.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeescer!</title><content type='html'>Em noite de Karaoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E dividem a merenda, tal como uma prenda que se dá nos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, num desses bons momentos, houve sentimentos a falar por si.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pegou na mão dela: "Sabes Cinderela, eu gosto de ti..." &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-746477507503630321?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/746477507503630321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=746477507503630321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/746477507503630321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/746477507503630321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/10/creeescer.html' title='Creeescer!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7235256352364229958</id><published>2008-09-12T21:29:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:29:56.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá: Magia de Limão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;À espera de um dia incerto, sento-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SMrg2g0Gr8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/l-D0u7jC71c/s1600-h/ch%C3%A17.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245251943152398274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SMrg2g0Gr8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/l-D0u7jC71c/s320/ch%C3%A17.jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sento-me a esperar as consequências dos tempos que já passaram. Sento-me à espera do dia que definirá os meus dias. Sento-me a sonhar com dias diferentes. Sento-me a imaginar o que serei. Imagino como é ser, como diz o Jorge, uma desempregada com estilo! Imagino... Estou tão longe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sento-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sento-me a beber Chá com Chocolate enquanto vejo um filme lamechas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tu estás comigo. E o Chá, quente, aproxima-me de ti. E o Chá ouve tudo o que eu não te disse, porque "as coisas grandes não se costumam dizer".   &lt;/div&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/3682524034078208641-7235256352364229958?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7235256352364229958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7235256352364229958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7235256352364229958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7235256352364229958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/09/ch-magia-de-limo.html' title='Chá: Magia de Limão'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SMrg2g0Gr8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/l-D0u7jC71c/s72-c/ch%C3%A17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4061289921936236503</id><published>2008-09-06T23:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:12:36.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo eterno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SMMHzkL5G6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WhE7NxrQ2TQ/s1600-h/concha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243042973657668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SMMHzkL5G6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WhE7NxrQ2TQ/s400/concha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://mia-stories.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4061289921936236503?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4061289921936236503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4061289921936236503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4061289921936236503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4061289921936236503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/09/httpmia-stories.html' title='Desejo eterno...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SMMHzkL5G6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WhE7NxrQ2TQ/s72-c/concha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4089655508863878456</id><published>2008-08-27T17:07:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:50:56.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salto para a piscina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um momento que marcou o meu acampamento e que foi reflexo daquilo que eu sou e daquilo que gostaria de ser... Um momento que foi livre, simplesmente porque eu Acredito. Acredito muito, nas pessoas e nos pássaros!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SLWI7g9rI1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DRXMdfhyVLs/s1600-h/DSC03141.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="133" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239244297557713746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SLWI7g9rI1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DRXMdfhyVLs/s200/DSC03141.jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqueles não foram dias normais, nunca o são, mas desta vez, mais que o usual, o meu mundo pôs-se às cavalitas da realidade. De lá é tão mais difícil tocar os momentos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de tudo, naquela noite final, saltei para a piscina. Lá as barreiras foram esquecidas, sentia-me presente, sentia a presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simbiose entre o Real e a vida de Su...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dias depois pediram-me para definir cinco objectivos que me permitissem ser mais verdadeira comigo. Comecei o desafio no dia da maioridade com a lembrança deste momento e com procura da presença recordada, da verdade com os outros, do pragmatismo, do encontro, da descida das cavalitas... O mundo pode não colaborar sempre com a minha busca, sei que sou eu o maior obstáculo, mas lembrar-me-ei sempre que, naquela noite, na piscina, não assustamos os peixes que de dia se afastam das pessoas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;breath in, breath out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3682524034078208641-4089655508863878456?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4089655508863878456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4089655508863878456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4089655508863878456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4089655508863878456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/08/salto-para-piscina.html' title='Salto para a piscina!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SLWI7g9rI1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DRXMdfhyVLs/s72-c/DSC03141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7425698496552445058</id><published>2008-08-18T16:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:20:58.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrariedades...</title><content type='html'>"Uma ovelha não nasceu para andar no mato... As ovelhas nasceram para pastar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dias de pasto...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7425698496552445058?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7425698496552445058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7425698496552445058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7425698496552445058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7425698496552445058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/08/contrariedades.html' title='Contrariedades...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3947220812865553361</id><published>2008-07-26T01:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:04.017Z</updated><title type='text'>Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SIpwiDUaNrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VH83N1UBNu0/s1600-h/42-15248284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227114047825655474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SIpwiDUaNrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VH83N1UBNu0/s320/42-15248284.jpg" border="0" /&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/3682524034078208641-3947220812865553361?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3947220812865553361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3947220812865553361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3947220812865553361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3947220812865553361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/07/desconhecido.html' title='Desconhecido'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SIpwiDUaNrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VH83N1UBNu0/s72-c/42-15248284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-9115670871268045621</id><published>2008-07-03T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:37:44.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalidade</title><content type='html'>Uns calções e uma camisola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-9115670871268045621?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/9115670871268045621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=9115670871268045621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/9115670871268045621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/9115670871268045621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/07/hospitalidade.html' title='Hospitalidade'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-890610669281374775</id><published>2008-06-21T12:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:31:27.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"E há um dia em que a alma nos rebenta nas mãos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A sonhar de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;Nas paragens, nos desertos&lt;br /&gt;A esperar de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SFzg-XcDvpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ziy2C-rJ4jA/s1600-h/DSC00991.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214289830636404370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SFzg-XcDvpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ziy2C-rJ4jA/s320/DSC00991.jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem imagens de outros lados&lt;br /&gt;A sonhar de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;Sem viagens e regressos&lt;br /&gt;A esperar de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-890610669281374775?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/890610669281374775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=890610669281374775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/890610669281374775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/890610669281374775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-h-um-dia-em-que-alma-nos-rebenta-nas.html' title='&quot;E há um dia em que a alma nos rebenta nas mãos&quot;'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SFzg-XcDvpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ziy2C-rJ4jA/s72-c/DSC00991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3992373528259651137</id><published>2008-06-15T17:08:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:04.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Tão sem palavras...</title><content type='html'>Um ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje posso voltar a escrever:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão bom saber que, embora aparentemente tudo esteja ao contrário, do outro lado do telefone está sempre alguém que incondicionalmente diz: adoro-te... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212141379163132882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SFU--CAiE9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EphnPRxhNmk/s320/IMG_8863.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depois de um ano a procurar a clareza e a compreensão de tudo, depois de um ano tão sem palavras que querem dizer tanto, e esperam tanto: Tudo tão novamente implícito e a nova necessidade de compreensão magico-telepática.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje quero telefonar-te e dizer: adoro-te.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje continuo no meu mundo de princesas que beijam e levantam o pé como nos filmes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3992373528259651137?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3992373528259651137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3992373528259651137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3992373528259651137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3992373528259651137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/06/algum.html' title='Tão sem palavras...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SFU--CAiE9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EphnPRxhNmk/s72-c/IMG_8863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4804176404765985557</id><published>2008-06-13T14:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:28:13.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>areia&lt;br /&gt;sereia&lt;br /&gt;baleia&lt;br /&gt;alcateia&lt;br /&gt;geleia &lt;br /&gt;ideia&lt;br /&gt;onomatopeia&lt;br /&gt;feia&lt;br /&gt;aldeia&lt;br /&gt;chilreia&lt;br /&gt;boleia&lt;br /&gt;meia&lt;br /&gt;teia&lt;br /&gt;cambaleia&lt;br /&gt;chateia&lt;br /&gt;cheia&lt;br /&gt;bronzeia&lt;br /&gt;aveia&lt;br /&gt;europeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borboleteia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4804176404765985557?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4804176404765985557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4804176404765985557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4804176404765985557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4804176404765985557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/06/areia-sereia-baleia-alcateia-geleia.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8047206246768356330</id><published>2008-06-09T14:09:00.027+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:05.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Abraça-me bem*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SE05FwzVTvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SotuJ4_NURE/s1600-h/ceu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209883115099868914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SE05FwzVTvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SotuJ4_NURE/s320/ceu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Procurei-te na minha altura preferida do dia. Sentada, apenas o vento estava comigo e me fazia sentir a tua calma. Há muito tempo que não me sentia assim: Ali tudo bastava em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não sabemos nada do que somos nós&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabemos tanto do que muda por não estarmos sós"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei que desaparecer nunca foi a melhor solução. Peço desculpa a todos os que me procuraram. Agradeço a todos aqueles que ainda me procuram, são tudo para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8047206246768356330?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8047206246768356330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8047206246768356330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8047206246768356330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8047206246768356330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/06/abraa-me-bem.html' title='Abraça-me bem*'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SE05FwzVTvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SotuJ4_NURE/s72-c/ceu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7157507351559599388</id><published>2008-06-03T22:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:56:54.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salto de Branco</title><content type='html'>Parecemos crianças de bibe...&lt;br /&gt;Coração aberto que acolhe o sol de fim de tarde*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We do what we need to be free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it leans on me, like a rootless tree "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7157507351559599388?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7157507351559599388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7157507351559599388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7157507351559599388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7157507351559599388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/06/abrao.html' title='Salto de Branco'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1741634473391794331</id><published>2008-05-16T23:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:05.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Simplesmente Aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SC4JNOkeY2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/B3RgjIJnJ9w/s1600-h/ESBHzh333503-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104742513533794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SC4JNOkeY2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/B3RgjIJnJ9w/s400/ESBHzh333503-02.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;"Quando o sopro de uma jura&lt;br /&gt;Faz balançar os dias&lt;br /&gt;Quando os sonhos contaminam&lt;br /&gt;Os medos e os cansaços&lt;br /&gt;quando ainda me desarma&lt;br /&gt;a tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;e tudo o que a vida faz&lt;br /&gt;Em mim."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1741634473391794331?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1741634473391794331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1741634473391794331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1741634473391794331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1741634473391794331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Um Simplesmente Aqui'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SC4JNOkeY2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/B3RgjIJnJ9w/s72-c/ESBHzh333503-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4620513007533034397</id><published>2008-05-07T18:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:04:59.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É primavera. Lá fora vejo os passarinhos a construir os seus ninhos, palhinha por pauzinho e pauzinho por ervinnha, tudo à nossa volta parece ficar igual enquanto um mundo é construído...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me tanto um passarinho que quer construir o seu espaço. Hoje sinto-me tanto um passarinho que fica a olhar para o corta-relva do Senhor a pensar como seria bom se a máquina tivesse uso e deixasse palhinhas, ervinhas e pauzinhos soltos no chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não. Afinal não me sinto um passarinho. Um passarinho puxava a ervinha, o pauzinho ou a palhinha com mais força e voava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4620513007533034397?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4620513007533034397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4620513007533034397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4620513007533034397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4620513007533034397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-go-home-im-just-too-far-from_07.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1577952548710211280</id><published>2008-04-21T21:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:05.765Z</updated><title type='text'>Cirros, cúmulos e estrato-cúmulos</title><content type='html'>Gostava de saber dançar danças de salão, praticar taekwondo e saber fazer bodyboard. Gostava de saber falar inglês, espanhol e francês. Gostava de saber música e tocar piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter sido bailarina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser______&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SAz88nUaBeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bIoODTFloyI/s1600-h/1281147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191802588728264162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SAz88nUaBeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bIoODTFloyI/s320/1281147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(o que é possível? Há sempre um último autocarro para casa... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1577952548710211280?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1577952548710211280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1577952548710211280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1577952548710211280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1577952548710211280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-que-possvel.html' title='Cirros, cúmulos e estrato-cúmulos'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/SAz88nUaBeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bIoODTFloyI/s72-c/1281147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6354650026168147674</id><published>2008-03-14T00:25:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:05.889Z</updated><title type='text'>Talvez... (Desorganização!!)</title><content type='html'>Talvez sonhe a dobrar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não consiga guardar este tempo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não me apeteça ir&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha um problema de expressão&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não te encontre&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sonhe a quintuplicar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a dificuldade seja amar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a saudade seja do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não saiba procurar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez precise de me conhecer outra vez&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem se gritasse me sentiria livre. Choro um choro de apatia que simplesmente quer. Concentro-me na irrealidade e continuo a querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que Sábado vamos para outro mundo, para um mundo de Nós, onde tudo consegue ser perfeito, onde tudo pode fazer sentido. Espero que esse mundo volte comigo. Quando voltar espero conseguir que esse mundo, a partir de mim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chegue&lt;/span&gt; aos outros. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177393267541522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R9nLvu5Pt6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pf2goDO635s/s320/item1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6354650026168147674?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6354650026168147674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6354650026168147674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6354650026168147674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6354650026168147674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/03/talvez-desorganizao.html' title='Talvez... (Desorganização!!)'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R9nLvu5Pt6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pf2goDO635s/s72-c/item1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1874882275462782287</id><published>2008-03-12T22:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:20:42.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Aturas-me?</title><content type='html'>Hoje ouvi e sorri:&lt;br /&gt; "Todos temos as nossas pancas, é preciso é encontrar quem as ature!"&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1874882275462782287?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1874882275462782287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1874882275462782287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1874882275462782287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1874882275462782287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/03/aturas-me.html' title='Aturas-me?'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-6337645193121780700</id><published>2008-02-29T23:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:05.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos de fim de tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHjQxCXGPH4/R8NbBrtvGQI/AAAAAAAAGC0/ZkfLJ29k-80/s1600-h/eca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"(...) O Português nunca pode ser um homem de ideias, por causa da paixão da forma. A sua mania é fazer belas frases, ver-lhes o brilho, sentir-lhes a música. Se for necessário falsear a ideia, deixá-la incompleta, exagerá-la, para a frase ganhar em beleza, o desgraçado não hesita...Vá-se por água abaixo o pensamento, mas salve-se a bela frase. -Questão de temperamento- disse Carlos.- Há seres inferiores, para quem a sonoridade de um adjectivo é mais importante que a exactidão de um sistema...Eu sou desses monstros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E.Q. in Os Maias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de uma corrida à beira-rio simplesmente inspiro os sentimentos de fim de tarde... E é tão simples. E sinto-me tão bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-6337645193121780700?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/6337645193121780700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=6337645193121780700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6337645193121780700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/6337645193121780700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_29.html' title='Sentimentos de fim de tarde'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4539970907375079563</id><published>2008-02-21T20:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:37:45.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, o título do meu dia seria: o aniversário da minha melhor amiga!</title><content type='html'>Tão bonita! Tão verde! Tão Grande que é, tão Grande que ainda vai SER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece me escrever, só para ti* Pelos sim, não, mais ou menos ou nada disso. Pelos aqui, bem perto ou acolá. Por tudo, por todo o nada que é, e será, sempre tudo! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fazeres parte de Nós, Por seres Beijo de flor, no meu coração*&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada* pelo Amor, Parabéns até ao Japão! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4539970907375079563?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4539970907375079563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4539970907375079563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4539970907375079563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4539970907375079563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje-o-ttulo-do-meu-dia-seria-o.html' title='Hoje, o título do meu dia seria: o aniversário da minha melhor amiga!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7696722291447541528</id><published>2008-02-18T21:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:06.182Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R7n9i2tA5bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gY2qMC3vHPE/s1600-h/42-18239363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168440822626051506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R7n9i2tA5bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gY2qMC3vHPE/s320/42-18239363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't understand me now,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you ever will,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you'll ever try."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7696722291447541528?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7696722291447541528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7696722291447541528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7696722291447541528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7696722291447541528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-dont-understand-me-now-i-wonder-if.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R7n9i2tA5bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gY2qMC3vHPE/s72-c/42-18239363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-7674240720739177004</id><published>2008-02-07T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:03:33.859Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A quem me dá a Eternidade não posso dar menos que a minha Eternidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-7674240720739177004?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/7674240720739177004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=7674240720739177004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7674240720739177004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/7674240720739177004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/02/quem-me-d-eternidade-no-posso-dar-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-22716242615801635</id><published>2008-02-06T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:04:42.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Marcas em mim: muitas!</title><content type='html'>Pouso as malas no chão da cozinha. Estou exausta, estou preenchida, sinto um vazio... Depois de muitos olás sentidos, de muitas perguntas respondias, de várias perguntas evitadas, refugiu-me no meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;No meu espaço fecho os olhos e recordo momentos tão vividos, experiências tão novas, pessoas tão fantásticas que deixam saudade, instantes que me constroem. Mas tudo o que recordo são momentos que vivi já sem ti, porque cresceste e não esperaste por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que todos os dias também vou, mais um bocadinho e também não espero.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que são momentos como estes que recordo que me farão ficar para sempre bem perto* Hoje: Sou aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuKyfWgrbQc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuKyfWgrbQc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Video para o Francisco! já com saudades)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-22716242615801635?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/22716242615801635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=22716242615801635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/22716242615801635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/22716242615801635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/02/marcas-em-mim-muitas.html' title='Marcas em mim: muitas!'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3002208695531667228</id><published>2008-01-31T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:06.433Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Take the time to make some sense&lt;br /&gt;Of what you want to say&lt;br /&gt;And cast your words away upon the waves&lt;br /&gt;Sail them home with acquiesce&lt;br /&gt;On a ship of hope today&lt;br /&gt;And as they land upon the shore&lt;br /&gt;Tell them not to fear no more&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud and sing it proud&lt;br /&gt;Today... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R6JEFAabypI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WmGiE_CuG-w/s1600-h/HPIM2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161762975720917650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R6JEFAabypI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WmGiE_CuG-w/s320/HPIM2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then dance if you want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Please brother take a chance&lt;br /&gt;You know they're gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Which way they wanna go&lt;br /&gt;All we know is that we don't know --&lt;br /&gt;How it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Please brother let it be&lt;br /&gt;Life on the other hand won't make us understand&lt;br /&gt;We're all part of the masterplan&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud and sing it proud&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying right is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's up to us to make&lt;br /&gt;The best of all the things that come our way&lt;br /&gt;Because everything that's been has past&lt;br /&gt;The answer's in the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;There's four and twenty million doors&lt;br /&gt;On life's endless corridor&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud and sing it proud&lt;br /&gt;And they... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3002208695531667228?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3002208695531667228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3002208695531667228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3002208695531667228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3002208695531667228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-time-to-make-some-sense-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R6JEFAabypI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WmGiE_CuG-w/s72-c/HPIM2921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-373829880858229380</id><published>2008-01-18T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:55:16.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Reticencias (suspenções)</title><content type='html'>. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo continua. todos os dias somos abraçados pelo céu&lt;br /&gt;nem todos os dias reparamos nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-373829880858229380?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/373829880858229380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=373829880858229380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/373829880858229380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/373829880858229380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2008/01/reticencias-suspenes.html' title='Reticencias (suspenções)'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-8314055195120595455</id><published>2007-12-20T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:19:49.254Z</updated><title type='text'>Laços no cabelo...</title><content type='html'>"Segue por ti, sei que consegues&lt;br /&gt;Voa por mim mais de mil vezes&lt;br /&gt;E se não fores capaz sabes que estou atrás&lt;br /&gt;O sol vai e vem&lt;br /&gt;Olha à volta, eu estou contigo, o amor também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás tão longe de ser nada&lt;br /&gt;Parte para a vida sem morada&lt;br /&gt;Olha em frente&lt;br /&gt;Já és tudo"&lt;br /&gt;Lúcia Moniz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos para o céu, perfeito... Pisamos o céu, descalças conseguimos sentir. É parte de nós. "Olha o pássaro!!".&lt;br /&gt;Aqui somos. E lá fora não somos? Gosto de ser. Apenas aqui? Aqui e em todo o lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo. Lembro o que sonhei. Tinha uma fita de seda no cabelo, num laço de filme. "Quem diria o sol viria-me beijar e as estrelas brilhariam no meu olhar, tenho medo de deixar de sonhar". Hoje não desistimos, procurámos... Encontrámos. Agora fazemos parte do nosso filme. Prisioneiras do imaginário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tão longe e tão perto andámos... Roubaram-nos o nosso azul... Aquele impossivel de alcançar. Mas descobrimos que estará sempre lá, talvez não num tempo infinito mas no nosso sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos mundos encontram-se num cenário com cortinados cor-de-rosa que sorriem, desenhados dançam a dança das crianças felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Já és tudo... Estás tão perto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Su I Te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-8314055195120595455?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/8314055195120595455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=8314055195120595455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8314055195120595455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/8314055195120595455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2007/12/laos-no-cabelo.html' title='Laços no cabelo...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-1101904140652034487</id><published>2007-12-18T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:06.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R2hUEb5l42I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1Ih6-lsrvWw/s1600-h/novo+olhar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145455009456317282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R2hUEb5l42I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1Ih6-lsrvWw/s320/novo+olhar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Foi tão boa hoje a luta de pincéis, rolos e muita tinta... Calças estragadas, camisolas marcadas com mãos, caras bem branquinhas, cabelos com madeixas e paredes de novo pintadas! Uma nova casa, já tão nossa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enrrola-te a mim*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-1101904140652034487?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/1101904140652034487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=1101904140652034487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1101904140652034487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/1101904140652034487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2007/12/novo-olhar.html' title='Novo olhar...'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R2hUEb5l42I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1Ih6-lsrvWw/s72-c/novo+olhar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4663830476759872197</id><published>2007-12-05T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:11:33.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem disse que não podemos parar?</title><content type='html'>Estamos sempre a tempo de descobrir um passeio pela cidade onde o tempo é nosso. Estamos sempre a tempo de fazer sempre do tempo aquilo que nos dará um sorriso perfeito, um abraço que acolhe, uma caricia que arrepia.&lt;br /&gt;Leio a tua mensagem, uma vez e mais outra, como eu costumo fazer sempre, daquela maneira que te faz sorrir e fecho os olhos. Sinto as lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;O que me impede parar está bem fundo. Magoa. Volto a fechar os olhos. Sonho para depois deixar de pensar e simplesmente ficar. Gostava de te poder ter aqui... Por dentro, a vontade não se encontra, por dentro o coração fica bem pequenino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me para nunca me esquecer e eu prometo que nunca me esquecerei. Sinto-te na estrela cadente, na nossa estrela cadente. E assim sei que o desejo que pedi será sempre concretizável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dançar no meio da rua! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Perdoa as correntes que pusemos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4663830476759872197?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4663830476759872197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4663830476759872197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4663830476759872197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4663830476759872197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2007/12/quem-disse-que-no-podemos-parar.html' title='Quem disse que não podemos parar?'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-3182675016858630123</id><published>2007-11-23T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:14:21.714Z</updated><title type='text'>*Para bem perto</title><content type='html'>A caminho de casa volto a recordar o que partilhámos. Tudo continua concreto em mim: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paisagens&lt;/span&gt;, conversas, abraços. Tudo o que recordo me conforta. Fomos nós disfarçados de nós mesmos, numa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ingenuidade&lt;/span&gt; perfeita impossível de nunca acabar. Não quero voltar. Não quero esquecer. Valeu a pena voar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-3182675016858630123?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/3182675016858630123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=3182675016858630123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3182675016858630123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/3182675016858630123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-bem-perto.html' title='*Para bem perto'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-671889241614158452</id><published>2007-11-21T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:06.828Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R0TFjC6GfLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c8XEI8Lt1Gk/s1600-h/42-18944241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135446680975867058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R0TFjC6GfLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c8XEI8Lt1Gk/s320/42-18944241.jpg" border="0" /&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/3682524034078208641-671889241614158452?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/671889241614158452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=671889241614158452&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/671889241614158452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/671889241614158452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCFKGhzypXE/R0TFjC6GfLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c8XEI8Lt1Gk/s72-c/42-18944241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-4328817018583315921</id><published>2007-11-19T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:29:07.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentir o nosso chocolate preto da nestlé</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;De novo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e com ela o sentir-me sempre preenchida por um &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abraço vosso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cheirar o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Podia ser pior!", uma expressão que incomodou mas que hoje adquire um novo significado. Agora, volto a arriscar o não desistir, volto a evitar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsessão&lt;/span&gt; por um objectivo imediato e, com calma, volto a procurar o compromisso com a utilidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3682524034078208641-4328817018583315921?l=sborboletas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/feeds/4328817018583315921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3682524034078208641&amp;postID=4328817018583315921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4328817018583315921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3682524034078208641/posts/default/4328817018583315921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sborboletas.blogspot.com/2007/11/cheirar-o-tempo.html' title='Sentir o nosso chocolate preto da nestlé'/><author><name>s.borboletas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626297019840126890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3682524034078208641.post-683151305907679282</id><published>2007-11-07T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:00:07.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Balançar...</title><content type='html'>Há muito tempo que não me apetece escrever, a Vânia diz que este é o tempo das depressões e eu, após alguma reflexão sobre a possível posição dos astros e sobre o nosso campo magnético, acabo por concordar com ela. O que está a nossa volta está a mudar. Nós estamos a mudar. E eu, não sei se consigo sair da areia e experimentar a água fria... Duvido. Volto a duvidar. O que espero de mim? Sinto o desapontamento...&lt;br /&gt;Da varanda vejo o mundo, no quadro, tudo anda. Não sou parte do quadro, limito-me a olhar. Contudo o quadro espera de mim, contudo eu espero demasiado do quadro... 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