<?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-7089318969412548875</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:34:09.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-563759895738736877</id><published>2009-09-20T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:52:53.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll always belong to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;João de Figueiredo&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(heart)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-563759895738736877?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/563759895738736877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=563759895738736877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/563759895738736877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/563759895738736877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-always-belong-to-you-joao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-7553268723953732347</id><published>2009-07-07T14:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:22:13.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You give me what a girl feels, what a girl likes, what a girl needs and what a girl wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-7553268723953732347?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7553268723953732347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=7553268723953732347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7553268723953732347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7553268723953732347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-give-me-what-girl-feels-what-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2464233136097334534</id><published>2009-07-03T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:43:54.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As merecidas férias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2464233136097334534?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2464233136097334534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2464233136097334534' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2464233136097334534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2464233136097334534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-merecidas-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-12494752268332243</id><published>2009-06-09T23:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:41:22.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo o João&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[1 mês e 21 dias ao teu lado]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Quanto mel tens aí by. Kikas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-12494752268332243?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/12494752268332243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=12494752268332243' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/12494752268332243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/12494752268332243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/06/amo-o-joao-1-mes-e-21-dias-ao-teu-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-5402221609883166460</id><published>2009-04-14T23:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:59:09.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SeYgRYAcRaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hKID8vKZBWg/s1600-h/89769456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324979092286358946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SeYgRYAcRaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hKID8vKZBWg/s320/89769456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto de ti e da maneira como descreves as tuas aulas de condução. Gosto de ti porque tens medo de filmes de terror. Gosto de ti porque és parva o suficiente. Gosto de ti porque deitas-te os foguetes quando soubeste que eu ía para Lisboa (just kidding!). Gosto de ti porque escreves coisas béda fófinhas no meu caderninho dos apontamentos. Gosto de ti porque me vais cantar uma música. Gosto de ti porque me vais tocar uma musica no teu Guitar Hero. Gosto de ti porque me ensinas a matar centopeias. Gosto de ti porque tens aparelho. Gosto de ti porque esperas sempre por mim, mesmo que eu esteja atrasada. Gosto de ti porque me aturas. Gosto de ti, não só por gostar. Gosto de ti só porque TU és TU. Gosto de ti porque fazes parte de mim. Gosto de ti porque estás lá todos os dias. Entende que sem ti não vivo e que não posso passar um único dia sem receber noticias tuas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sem um 'Olá' teu. Gosto de ti porque me contas montes de cuscuvilhices, gostas de ver a novela das 14 na SIC e gostas imenso de mangar com certas personagens (tipo o Januário, o Seu Calisto, a Dona Mimosa, a Neca, etc.). Obrigada Kikas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;'In my heart you grow and that's where yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;u belong'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-5402221609883166460?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5402221609883166460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2317905474911429680</id><published>2009-04-11T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:32:13.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias, odeio centopeias!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ODEIO CENTOPEIAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2317905474911429680?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2317905474911429680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2317905474911429680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2317905474911429680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2317905474911429680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/04/odeio-centopeias-odeio-centopeias-odeio.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-4390115322720750854</id><published>2009-03-30T20:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:59:41.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de velhas que entram nas casas de banho do El Corte para matar caixotes do lixo xDD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de gunas que entram no elevador e perguntam se o elevador ía para cima ou para baixo (com um olhar matador xDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de me perder no El Corte graças ao péssimos sentido de orientação da Kikas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Obrigadaaaa por tudo, mesmo]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOSTO IMENSO DE OUVIR A KIKAS MANGAR CONSIGO, SR. SILVEIRA&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/7089318969412548875-4390115322720750854?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4390115322720750854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=4390115322720750854' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/4390115322720750854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/4390115322720750854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/03/gosto-de-velhas-que-entram-nas-casas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-8151118911666331284</id><published>2009-03-29T23:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:09:44.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ainda a pensar no que postar]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto imenso daqules folares natalícios e de ver putos a cantar a 'Pó de Arroz'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas a melhor mesme foi a Kikas a cantar a 'Vai sacudir, Vai abalar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/7089318969412548875-8151118911666331284?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8151118911666331284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=8151118911666331284' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/8151118911666331284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/8151118911666331284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/03/ainda-pensar-no-que-postar-gosto-imenso.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-697037081200996384</id><published>2009-03-16T21:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:14:35.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans Ms';"&gt;Invasão da best  @ ',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Passei para postar, sem ela saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;porque à muito q' tenho falhado, à muito q' não partilho contigo os meus segredos, aq'elas coisas q' me deixam com um sorriso XL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;cada uma de nós ganhou uma 'tarefa' uma prioridade, ao qual não temos tempo para mostrar o q' sentimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;mas nunca, nem por um momento deixei de te amar, nem me esqueci de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Por isso, este poste para te relembrar que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Txi amo, e q' és e sempre serás a mnha best x), daqui (L'&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/7089318969412548875-697037081200996384?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/697037081200996384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, I'm lost in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna be cold without your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-7280915312835883151?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7280915312835883151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=7280915312835883151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7280915312835883151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7280915312835883151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-lost-in-your-arms-baby-im-lost-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-7593955445703591265</id><published>2009-03-03T21:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:54:51.455Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou a postar porque a &lt;em&gt;Sôdona Kikas&lt;/em&gt; me pediu para actualizar esta coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem sei o que escrever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Devia ser ela a actualizar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Queres-me actuallizar o Blog, pelo menos, uma vez na vida, Kikas?&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/7089318969412548875-7593955445703591265?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7593955445703591265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-7750781946140978848</id><published>2009-02-17T22:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:08:55.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' ... levou uma paulada e morreu'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando há rainhas com demasiado poder ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'... houve um rei que chegou a ir bêbedo para o Congresso de Viena'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maior bebedola da Zona Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo isto numa aula de H.D.P.M.M. [História Diplomática de Portugal na Época Medieval e Moderna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso, temos que ter cuidado porque se vamos assinar um tratado bêbedos,  levamos uma paulada e morremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro gozar com os professores catedráticos xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Xau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Levei uma paulada e morri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(L) Kikas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-7750781946140978848?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7750781946140978848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=7750781946140978848' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7750781946140978848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7750781946140978848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-6505408473268179359</id><published>2009-02-10T21:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:59:05.010Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curto os dias de explicações no El Corte Inglês, ambulâncias na rua e autocarros adiantados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twilight fever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Robert Pattinson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Kikas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Martinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[A Alice e a Bella vão cortar os pulsos]&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/7089318969412548875-6505408473268179359?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6505408473268179359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=6505408473268179359' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/6505408473268179359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/6505408473268179359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/02/curto-os-dias-de-explicacoes-no-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2187284855379804436</id><published>2009-01-30T23:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:28:10.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dê o pisca, solte a embraiagem e acelere um bocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[eu pus aquela geringonça a andar ^^,]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[L' Robert Pattinson&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/7089318969412548875-2187284855379804436?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2187284855379804436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2187284855379804436' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2187284855379804436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2187284855379804436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-o-pisca-solte-embraiagem-e-acelere.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-9154387831529780082</id><published>2009-01-25T22:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:44:26.011Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Edward Cullen é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O  Matthew Gray Gubler é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Heldér Postiga é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Rupert Grint é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Ron Weasley é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Fucile é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Josh Hartnett é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Ashton Kutcher é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Robert Pattinson é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Spencer Reid é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[L'&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/7089318969412548875-9154387831529780082?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/9154387831529780082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=9154387831529780082' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/9154387831529780082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/9154387831529780082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-robert-pattinson-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-7770480295039751517</id><published>2009-01-19T04:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:17:05.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SXP7778p_lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3N8tdPIeAxA/s1600-h/IMG_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292850994213420626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SXP7778p_lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3N8tdPIeAxA/s320/IMG_6959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Hoje bateram-me as saudades e fui buscar o passado incontestável... ele já tinha sido escrito, re-escrito, lido e re-lido. Não nego que que fazes parte de mim e que um simples pensamento teu faz-me sorrir :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;          Gostava que percebesses que és mais... aliás és uma super - mais, nunca me abandonaste e, após tantos meses do secundário ter acabado continuamos a falar e estarmos juntas. Não sei se será para sempre (o que eu sinceramente espero que seja), mas agora (tipo 4.09 da madrugada) peço que não me abandones. És para lá de importante e para lá de melhor amiga (ainda se usam estes termos?!). És como se fosse a minha gémea. Uma parte que me completa. És o meu equilíbro e, fundamentalmente, o meu ponto de apoio. Lembras-te quando  me emprestas o teu ombro para chorar e quando as tuas mãos amparam as minhas lágrimas? Façamos com que o tempo nunca nos separe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;          Se algum dia me largares juro-te que nunca mais vivo! Fico um zombie (preferencialmente de PATO BRANCO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acima de tudo, &lt;strong&gt;eu amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;[estou com uma frequância à porta e ainda nem fui dormir :D]&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/7089318969412548875-7770480295039751517?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7770480295039751517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=7770480295039751517' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7770480295039751517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7770480295039751517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-bateram-me-as-saudades-e-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SXP7778p_lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3N8tdPIeAxA/s72-c/IMG_6959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-6221684469788204338</id><published>2009-01-17T19:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:42:03.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna make it to heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-6221684469788204338?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6221684469788204338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=6221684469788204338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/6221684469788204338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/6221684469788204338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-gonna-make-it-to-heaven-robert.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-8968397075868142235</id><published>2009-01-12T00:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:14:11.629Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nome: Ana&lt;br /&gt;Idade: 19, infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;Aniversário: 2 de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Ano de Escolaridade: 1º da Faculdade&lt;br /&gt;Emprego: Estudante&lt;br /&gt;Estado Civil: Solteira.&lt;br /&gt;Onde vive: Gaia City&lt;br /&gt;Irmãos: Um&lt;br /&gt;Animais: 3 peixinhos ^^,&lt;br /&gt;Fumas?: Não.&lt;br /&gt;Bebes?: sim! Agua&lt;br /&gt;Virgem?: Nop, Capricórnio&lt;br /&gt;Orientação: Hetero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparência:&lt;br /&gt;Cor de cabelo: Castanho Escuro&lt;br /&gt;Cor dos olhos: Castanhos Escuros&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: Não sei, talvez urbano?&lt;br /&gt;Usas óculos?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;Sardas: Não.&lt;br /&gt;Nº de Calçado: 38&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: Não&lt;br /&gt;Tatuagens: Não&lt;br /&gt;Aparelho nos dentes?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorito:&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Número: 23&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Nenhum, mas talvez uma girafa (é o que mete menos medo)&lt;br /&gt;Flor: Geribérias&lt;br /&gt;Comida: Comestível, preferencialmente&lt;br /&gt;Sabor de gelado: Cocô ou Banana&lt;br /&gt;Doce: Açúcar?&lt;br /&gt;Bebida alcoólica: Shots que a Kikas me dá e que não sei do que são feitos xD&lt;br /&gt;Tipo de música: Tudo,  menos ópera&lt;br /&gt;Banda/Artista: Linkin Park :D&lt;br /&gt;Livro: PS- Eu Amo-te, A Lua de Joana, etc&lt;br /&gt;Filme:Twilight, Harry Potter e Piratas das Caraibas&lt;br /&gt;Programa de TV: Praticamente não vejo TV&lt;br /&gt;Melhor amigo?:  Não existem nada disso. Amigas em que mais confio? Ya! Kikas, Martinha, Chica e Ana&lt;br /&gt;Dia da semana: Sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;Desporto: aquele que se faz na secretária&lt;br /&gt;Vida Amorosa: Neste momento, boa ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És solteiro?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;Se não, quem é o teu namorado/a?:...&lt;br /&gt;Estão juntos à quanto tempo?: ...&lt;br /&gt;Se és solteiro,gostas de o ser?: Iop&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de alguém?: Siiiiiiim&lt;br /&gt;1º amor: Nao me recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Já traíste?: Não&lt;br /&gt;Ja foste traída?: Siiim!&lt;br /&gt;Ja foste usada?: Provavelmente, mas acho que não&lt;br /&gt;Já usaste alguém?: Não.&lt;br /&gt;Mentiste ao namorada/a?: Creio que não&lt;br /&gt;Já te deram flores?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;Já te fizeram um poema?: Não, felizmente!&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais doce que já te deram: O meu irmão! xD&lt;br /&gt;Gostas do dia de S.Valentim? Se tiver comprometido sim, se não, Não.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditas no amor à 1º vista: Sim&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonas-te facilmente?: Depende&lt;br /&gt;Ja beijaste 2 ao mesmo tempo?: Isso é possível?&lt;br /&gt;Já choraste por alguém do outro sexo?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;Dás o 1º passo?: Não&lt;br /&gt;Queres casar?: Sou muito nova para pensar nisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;Sabes conduzir?: Melhor que a Kikas&lt;br /&gt;Tens carro?: Sim, os do meu irmão!&lt;br /&gt;Tens telemóvel?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;Estás muitas vezes online?: Ultimamente não.&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de pessoas gay/bi?: São iguais ás outras&lt;br /&gt;Falas outra língua?: Inglês, francês, desenrasco-me no espanhol&lt;br /&gt;Tens boas notas na escola?: Sim!&lt;br /&gt;Fazes colecção de algo?: Crushes em actores&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de ti?:Se eu não gostar…quem gostará?&lt;br /&gt;Falas sozinha?: Quase todo o momento&lt;br /&gt;Arrependes-te de algo?: Do que devia ter feito/dito em algumas situações….eAcreditas em magia?: Sim….na da Floribella xD&lt;br /&gt;Sexo antes do casamento.Sim ou não?: Qual é o teu interesse em saber isso?&lt;br /&gt;Confias nas pessoas facilmente?: Não&lt;br /&gt;Perdoas facilmente?: Depende&lt;br /&gt;Dás-te bem com os teus pais?: Tem dias&lt;br /&gt;Desejo antes de morrer?: Não morrer&lt;br /&gt;Maior medo?: Perder as pessoas que amo&lt;br /&gt;Maior fraqueza?: amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Tocas algum instrumento?: Sim! Flauta&lt;br /&gt;Que queres ser quando cresceres?: Um bocadinho maior do que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez...&lt;br /&gt;te sentaste no telhado?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;dançaste em público?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;sorriste sem razao?: Sim… estou sempre a fazê-lo&lt;br /&gt;riste-te tanto que choraste?: Obviamente…&lt;br /&gt;escreveste uma canção?: Não... só textos deprimentes --&lt;br /&gt;cantaste para alguém?: Não, mas já cantei com alguém&lt;br /&gt;fizeste uma performance em palco?: Sim&lt;br /&gt;andaste de skate?: Não&lt;br /&gt;tiveste uma experiencia em que quase morreste?: Sim, quase era atropelada umas quantas vezes, por não olhar para os sinais, puxam-me é sempre a tempo... até que um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Cantaste para uma audiência?: Não, felizmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És...&lt;br /&gt;lutador/a: Só pelo que quero&lt;br /&gt;fumador: Não&lt;br /&gt;bêbado: Nop&lt;br /&gt;Musica, família e internet :D&lt;br /&gt;parte-coraçoes: Boa pergunta&lt;br /&gt;mandona: Bastante&lt;br /&gt;amigável: Sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sonhador/a: Talvez de mais&lt;br /&gt;tímido/a: Sim&lt;br /&gt;energético/a: Always...&lt;br /&gt;feliz: Mais do que outras pessoas&lt;br /&gt;depressivo/a: Nop, toda Flower Power&lt;br /&gt;engraçado/a: Se não arranjar emprego na minha área sempreme posso juntar ao circo como palhaça&lt;br /&gt;chato/a: ui….disso nem se fala&lt;br /&gt;mau/má: Depende&lt;br /&gt;bom/boa: Fisicamente? Só para quem gosta&lt;br /&gt;confiável:100%!&lt;br /&gt;esperto/a: Pelo menos mais do que a Kikas xD&lt;br /&gt;sarcástico/a: Sempre&lt;br /&gt;dependente: Do telemóvel, do computador, da Kikas, da Marta, da Chica, da Ana e de sms's&lt;br /&gt;quieto/a: Apenas quando esotu cansada&lt;br /&gt;estranho/a: Everyday&lt;br /&gt;religioso/a: Quem te dera&lt;br /&gt;modesto/a: Sim.&lt;br /&gt;indeciso/a: Muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;educado/a: Faço por isso&lt;br /&gt;criativo/a: um pouco&lt;br /&gt;preguiçoso/a: LOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;assustador/a: quando penso demais e dá para o torto&lt;br /&gt;optimista: depende da situação&lt;br /&gt;determinado/a: Bastante&lt;br /&gt;artistico/a: um pouco todos nós somos&lt;br /&gt;honesto/a: Sempre&lt;br /&gt;teimoso/a: acho que até de mais&lt;br /&gt;romantico/a: Fanaticamente&lt;br /&gt;ciumento/a: Não muito&lt;br /&gt;sincero/a: Sempre&lt;br /&gt;tolerante: Sim&lt;br /&gt;racional: Não... Impulsiva, sim!&lt;br /&gt;pontual: Sempre a horas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais:&lt;br /&gt;Como te sentes?: Nervosa! Amanha tenho uma frequência de Economia&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz feliz?: Amigos, família e ...&lt;br /&gt;Diz algo que faças muito: Ouvir musica, falar sozinha e mandar montes de sms's de manha para tentar acordar pessoas xD&lt;br /&gt;Diz alguem que faça anos no mesmo dia que tu: Não conheço ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaba a frase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ser... tirar boa nota no exame de economia&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo... Paz e Liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas não sabem... conduzir, tipo Kikas xD&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou... eu e mais ninguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-8968397075868142235?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8968397075868142235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=8968397075868142235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/8968397075868142235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/8968397075868142235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-mim-nome-ana-idade-19.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-7416438192718557454</id><published>2009-01-04T21:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:52:39.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;é o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;homem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minha vida&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[com ou sem trambolhões, como certas pessoas apontam! x)]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/7089318969412548875-7416438192718557454?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Twilight: novo vício]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-5189543136245600458?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5189543136245600458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=5189543136245600458' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/5189543136245600458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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never gonna dance again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way I danced with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What am I without your love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;George Michael - Careless Whisper&lt;/em&gt; (Ouço os CD's da minha mãe e acaba nisto! Quero uma serenata DELE:D)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-7925563940906204827?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7925563940906204827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=7925563940906204827' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7925563940906204827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7925563940906204827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-never-gonna-dance-again-way-i-danced.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-5511794109376269226</id><published>2008-12-17T23:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:37:35.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aquando no país encantado da estupidez, uma gaja apanhou uma gripe e ficou de cama uns dias. Foi ao médico, faltou a um teste e na terça feira voltou a ir para a faculdade. Piorou e na quarta voltou a faltar. Nesse dia, a sua querida e amada mamã obriga-a a sair de casa para ir apanhar ar; isto tudo porque estava muito branca (porque será?), levou-a ao centro comercial e meteu-lhe para ganhar cor, encheu-a de perfuma (de tal modo, que a rapariga ficou sem o pouco cheiro que lhe restava) e a sua querida tia decidiu que tinha que arranjar os pés, na cabeleireira. A menina, estúpida, foi com elas até que a sua mamã lhe pergunta que ela quer esticar o cabelo. A meninadiz que não, mas a mãe quase a obriga, até que a menina mente e diz que está com dores de cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Acaba o seu fantástico dia no cais de Gaia a tentar patinar, apesar de o médico lhe ter dito para ambientes frios e mudanças drásticas de temperatura. Chegou a casa e como se tinha esquecido de tomar os remédios ao meio-dia dobra a dose, a mãe pergunta-lhe se ela está burra e fá-la beber leite para cortar o efeito dos medicamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Concluindo: a gaja (que sou eu xD) não vou voltar a patinar porque de tantos tralhos não sente a cabeça, nem as perns e nem as costas xD. E sim, vou semrpe dobrar a dose dos medicamentos quando me esqueço, só vou parar cquando morrer (ou de morte morrida ou por envenenamento xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, don't you let me be misunderstood xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-5511794109376269226?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5511794109376269226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=5511794109376269226' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/5511794109376269226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;When you take me by the hand.&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/7089318969412548875-417253426200675071?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/417253426200675071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=417253426200675071' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/417253426200675071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-1118614670611164721?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1118614670611164721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=1118614670611164721' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/1118614670611164721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora sempre que puder vou à Portucalense!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;='D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kikas &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-450222275308061327?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/450222275308061327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Liberta-me com os teus lábios de veludo e esquece o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora, nós também vamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[dá-me um vipe de romantimo e escrevo isto xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2177798374476898650?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2177798374476898650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2177798374476898650' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2177798374476898650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2177798374476898650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/liberta-me-com-os-teus-lbios-de-veludo.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-6179990929855898090</id><published>2008-10-13T23:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:04:44.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdoa-me porque chorei. Novamente perdi uma batalha que jurei a mim mesma que ganharia. Chorei lágrimas com um sabor de solidão e com o cheiro do esquecimento. Sinto que estou a abandonar uma vida: a minha vida. Deixo cá a minha familia, os meus amigos e deixo-te a ti. Choro de saudades antecipadas e de vontades perdidas. Choro por medo e receio. Choro de ansiedade. Choro pela minha própria estupidez. Perdoas-me por te deixar cá? Perdoas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho em volto do quarto e lembro-me daquela vez em que fizeste um labirinto com lã. Voltas a fazê-lo? Voltas a deixar-me fazer parte de ti? Deixas que me intrometa na tua vida? Deixas-me que te diga que és cagarolas, ratazana de esgoto e que não vais saber conduzir bem? Deixas-me ir ao cinema contigo ver filmes de terror? Vamos voltar a ver o Mamma Mia? Deixas-me beber os dois shot's de tequilla que te prometi beber? Deixas-me voltar a segurar-te a mão?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gira, gira, gira Kikas... a vida roda muito, mas tu sabes que eu te amo com tudo o que tenho e o que não tenho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-6179990929855898090?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6179990929855898090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=6179990929855898090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/6179990929855898090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/6179990929855898090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/perdoa-me-porque-chorei.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-375159247878254481</id><published>2008-10-09T15:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:44:06.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SO4YH3kVCsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DVcRMflVhtk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164338642422466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SO4YH3kVCsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DVcRMflVhtk/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não preciso que saibas o nome dele, nem ao certo o que ele fez; apenas necessito que respeites o que ele tentou fazer. Dizem que ninguém é perfeito e ele não é excepção à regra: ele foi, é e sempre será um símbolo da história contemporânea. É obrigatório respeitares que ele mudou o mundo: o capitalismo, sim, é para ser combatido. O imperialismo, sim, é para ser combatido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu acredito nele. Eu acredito no Ché Guevara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 anos após a sua morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou de luto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7089318969412548875-375159247878254481?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/375159247878254481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=375159247878254481' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/375159247878254481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/375159247878254481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-preciso-que-saibas-o-nome-dele-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SO4YH3kVCsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DVcRMflVhtk/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-7686342176757578578</id><published>2008-10-07T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:07:59.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SOvFBRKyR3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TPfhmUGdwNc/s1600-h/dgfdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254510015836997490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SOvFBRKyR3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TPfhmUGdwNc/s320/dgfdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say forgive and forget, I say forget about forgiving and just accept.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-7686342176757578578?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7686342176757578578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=7686342176757578578' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7686342176757578578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/7686342176757578578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-say-forgive-and-forget-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SOvFBRKyR3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TPfhmUGdwNc/s72-c/dgfdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2805599789736011471</id><published>2008-10-02T20:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:43:27.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Procurei nas tuas incertezas as minhas certezas. Precisei que me desses a mão e me fizesses voar quilómetros em um segundo, precisava da tua paz, da arrogância do teu sorriso e da extravagância do teu olhar. Precisei de te encontrar em labirintos perdidos, dentro de feridas que carregavas ao peito e a única coisa que consegui foi ficar ferida entre picos de revolta e mares de desprezo. Não te pedi que ficasses e me mostrasses o caminho, envolto em teias de traições, jogos de sedução e artimanhas, para o teu coração, ficaste porque viste no meu olhar um o fogo de amor puro. Entre lágrimas de sangue e espinhos no coração cheguei, de onde nunca mais sairei: o teu coração é meu e a tua alma está cosida à minha. Tentaste negar e arrancar-me de lá à força! Negaste, reagiste e fugiste! Fugiste para o teu mundinho desprezível, onde te cercam olhares e sorrisos tão falsos quanto a lua ser feita de algodão. Tens medo de enfrentar a realidade, pois sabes que eu fui, sou e serei a mulher da tua vida. A frieza com que vives gela-te o coração e seca-te a alma. Qual é a verdade dentro da tua mentira? São os teus abraços ou os teus beijos? Não sei, fartei-me de procurar respostas espalhadas ao vento. Perdi-me a contar os dias, horas, minutos e segundos e esqueci-me de viver as mil e uma noites. Rumei ao mundo da fantasia e dentro de histórias encontrei todos os príncipes que quis e sonhei, mas apenas um saciava a minha fonte de Vénus. Deixa-a perdida algures no meu peito, sob um manto de esperança e um raio de escuridão, talvez acender a luz seja doloroso demais! Já carreguei o teu mundo de amargura às costas uma vez, não pretendo continuar a chorar lágrimas que não me pertencem e a continuar a ter recordações que me magoam para a vida. Precisas de mudar! Precisas de perdoar! Precisas do meu perdão! Amo-te menos que pensas e mais do que imaginas. Preciso de ti: para viver, para respirar e para ter uma plena felicidade e estabilidade. ‘Vem meu amor e faz-me feliz para a vida’. Esquece-te de ti e eu esqueço-me de mim. Esquece as gentes que eu esqueço o Mundo. Anda, fecha os olhos, inspira, sorri, expira e voemos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos viver o nosso amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2805599789736011471?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2805599789736011471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2805599789736011471' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2805599789736011471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2805599789736011471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurts'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-3163920586763837703</id><published>2008-09-26T20:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:34:18.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>M de Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SN04e_qjPvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BiwYx2RddRY/s1600-h/mirrors_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250414845721001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SN04e_qjPvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BiwYx2RddRY/s320/mirrors_poster.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Cagarolas de primeira: Cristina Lacerda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Cagarolas de segunda: Ana Fecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Cagarolas de terceira (ou simplesmente NÃO Cagarolas): Marta Cardoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Juro-te que nunca mais vou ver um filme escolhido por ti! Ou me viravas as costas re o cú ou eu estava gelada na cadeira (e ninguém me dava apoio moral!). Para a próxima escolhe a Marta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Amo-te Homer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Amo-te ema às flores&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/7089318969412548875-3163920586763837703?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3163920586763837703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=3163920586763837703' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/3163920586763837703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/3163920586763837703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/09/m-de-mirrors.html' title='M de Mirrors'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SN04e_qjPvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BiwYx2RddRY/s72-c/mirrors_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2413987536947537875</id><published>2008-08-27T22:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:24:17.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Labirinto de Emoções</title><content type='html'>Soltei-me de ti e continuei perdida no labirinto da vida, mendigando por emoções e sentimentos que me dessem a jóia da vida. Encontrei caminhos ocultos e perdidos no tempo da desgraça e ascendi aos sete céus. Tropecei em pedrinhas, pedras e pedregulhos em virtude de distracções e aprendi a lição que algum poderia ter aprendido: andar na estrada da vida, olhando as estrelas sem tropeçar em obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;                Não desistir de reaprender a conhecer o Mundo e da procura da fonte da vida. Não desisti de me amar, nem de encontrar a felicidade; apenas me fartei de travar batalhas perdidas, contra um exército de gentes com caras ocultas e corações de gesso. Fartei-me de saber que ia perder e sofrer. Por ti, já chorei tudo o que tinha a chorar. Por ti, já parti tudo o que tinha a partir. Por ti, já chorei tudo o que tinha a chorar. Basta! Cansei-me de ser a pobre, a coitadinha que todas as noites adormecia de lágrimas nos olhos. Basta de olhares mortos e sorrisos sem sentimentos. Chega da tua presença inebriante que me consome o coração e me queima a alma.  Chega de mim e de ti! Chega de nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2413987536947537875?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2413987536947537875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2413987536947537875' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2413987536947537875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2413987536947537875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/labirinto-de-emoes.html' title='Labirinto de Emoções'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-826779990354736025</id><published>2008-08-11T20:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:43:42.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Título</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentei-me no banco branco da sala e vi cenas de cortar um coração aos bocados. Presenciei fome e guerra, vi crianças a chorar com medo e homens com sangue a escorrer-lhe pela face. Ouvi o pivot do jorna a afirmar que uma personagem, asquerosa, condena os actos de um país, que de facto não são mais que pura cobardia, a atirar uma pedra e a esconder as suas próprias mãos. Quem é que aquela coisa pensa que é para acusar alguém, quando ele próprio cometeu o mesmo erro e mata milhares de pessoas? Há quatro anos que promete a retirada das suas tropas do Iraque, mas até ao dia de hoje não passa de mais uma promessa quebrada? Quantas mães não derramaram lágrimas de sangue por perderem os seus filhos? Quantas esposas não ficaram com depressões ao pensarem nos seus maridos, naquele país que havia um homem-bomba de 10 em 10 metros? Quantos soldados não vão ficar marcados para o resto das suas vidas? Nunca gostei do Bush, nem vai ser agora que o vou começar a apreciar, mas fundamentalmente que ele também é um assassino, assim como o Sr. Presidente da Rússia.&lt;br /&gt;Há muito que já deixei de acreditar em causas políticas verdadeiras! "Quando a esmola é muita o pobre desconfia" assim é e há-de ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desisti de acreditar no Bush quando nao retirou as tropas americanas!&lt;br /&gt;Desisti de acreditar no Sr. Presidente da Russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não desisto dos meus ideiais, esses continuam cá dentro vivos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasta la victoria, siempre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vá K, diverte-te a comentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-826779990354736025?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/826779990354736025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=826779990354736025' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/826779990354736025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/826779990354736025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/08/sem-ttulo.html' title='Sem Título'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-4208219118903378872</id><published>2008-06-22T20:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:25:59.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SF6nEuIZt6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pVsyqbeeol8/s1600-h/copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214789118086199202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SF6nEuIZt6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pVsyqbeeol8/s200/copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's just a game and we're all just victims of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-4208219118903378872?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4208219118903378872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=4208219118903378872' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/4208219118903378872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/4208219118903378872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-just-game-and-were-all-just-victims.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SF6nEuIZt6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/pVsyqbeeol8/s72-c/copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-3954279565320087895</id><published>2008-06-20T14:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:50:20.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agradeço a todos aqueles que fizeram e fazem parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos aqueles que me apoiaram nos momentos mais dificeis.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos aqueles que me secaram os lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao Diogo me ter puxado, arrancado cabelos e por ter andado comigo à porrada.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Paula todos os bilhetinhos nas aulas a dizer 'amo-te' ou todos aquelas conversas em folhas nas aulas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao Tiago por todas as danças.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Neqas por ter ficado do meu lado, quando alguém me fez mal.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Magda todos os meus sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Magda por ter crescido.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Magda por me ter limpo as lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Magda a maneira como ela me ensinou a controlar o meu feitio.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Filipa [a minha Xanana] por todas as calinadas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao Jorge todas as discussões e todos os momentos de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao Sonny todas em que me gozou.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao Mota todas as conversas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Salomé muitas gargalhadas, muitos gozos e muitas conversas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Daniela todas as explicações históricas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Janinha por ser estúpida como eu.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Janinha por muitos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Kikas todos os abraços, todas as quedas, todos os sorrisos, todas as mensagens, todas as canetas, todos os livros.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à Kikas por ter nascido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-3954279565320087895?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3954279565320087895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=3954279565320087895' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/3954279565320087895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/3954279565320087895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/agradeo-todos-aqueles-que-fizeram-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-8465755186545254674</id><published>2008-06-19T15:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:46:41.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w239/katawina08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=friendsare.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="friends are forever" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w239/katawina08/friendsare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Olá, hoje uma invasão inexperada! Estava a editar o teu template novo para deixar o teu space ainda mais querido do que aquilo que é, e resolvi fazer um poste...sim, tu sabes quem sou eu, mas muitos que vão ler este poste não saberam quem é que fez este poste, sou eu a Daniela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que vou escrever? sinceramente ainda não sei, porque já te disse tantas coisas e tantas vezes que já as sabes de cor...mas acho que nunca é demais reptilas, e para que todos saibam, vou escrever aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tu és a minha melhor amiga, a melhor que se pode ter. Sabes que estou aqui para tudo, sempre a apoiar-te, principalmente naquilo que sei que te faz feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por ti tudo, contigo sempre, forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sei que nesta altura andas nervosa por causa dos exames, mas vai tudo correr bem, tu és inteligênte e safas-te, lembra-te pede a lua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quando a tiveres cá estarei para te aplaudir e mais uma vez te dizer, EU TENHO ORGULHO EM TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Daniela&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/7089318969412548875-8465755186545254674?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8465755186545254674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=8465755186545254674' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/8465755186545254674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/8465755186545254674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/ol-hoje-uma-invaso-inexperada-estava.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2540804866534247036</id><published>2008-06-06T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:40:03.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sem título]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sequei as lágrimas, ergui a cabeça e sorri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Deitei o último olhar à turma que me fez sorrir e chorar durante três anos. Penso no passado, no presente e no futuro. Durante meses disse que estava farta daquele colégio e mas hoje, em segredo, pedi ao tempo que retrocedesse... Pedi à memória que me deixasse guardar o melhor de cada elemento. Sinto que a partir de hoje nos vamos dispersar uns dos outros. Dizem que os sábios que temos que deixar a água correr o seu caminho e é com grande satisfação e que vos vejo como uma onda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fazer parte do 12º CM1 foi o meu maior orgulho. Posso dizer que aprendi as melhores coisas com vocês: aprendi a amar, a odiar, a dançar, a discutir... fundamentalmente conheci as melhores pessoas da minha vida que me fazem sentir feliz simplesmente a pedir canetas, a copiar nos testes, entre outras coisas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Por isso é com orgulho que na página do 12ºCM1 deixou um grande espaço em branco para reescrever a história que me orgulho de dizer que fiz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2540804866534247036?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2540804866534247036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2540804866534247036' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2540804866534247036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2540804866534247036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-ttulo.html' title='[Sem título]'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-3652317043184830725</id><published>2008-05-22T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:45:18.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristina Lacerda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SDXatpGzp4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/7DgB9M7eitA/s1600-h/IMG_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203305422159849346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SDXatpGzp4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/7DgB9M7eitA/s320/IMG_6959.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O vento soprou sem sentido e as estrelas guiaram-te, vagueaste pelas ruas de nome nenhum. A liberdade andou sempre contigo, nas esquinas de algum lugar. Podia-te contar histórias que me marcaram e que muitos não aceitam, mas sei que tu compreenderias. Podia-te cantar uma canção (e já cantei) e sei que a cantas comigo. Podes ficar bêbeda todos os dias que sabes eu tomarei conta de ti. Se eu não te comigo nos meus sonhos posso-te encontrar! Nunca te vás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as palavras …&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as atitudes …&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os gestos …&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os abraços …&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as declarações de amor …&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os bilhetes a dizer ‘Bleeding Love’&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os bilhetes a dizer ‘Amo-te’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por cada gargalhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por cada amuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por cada estalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por cada tatuagem nas aulas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AMO-TE KIKAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És-me mesmo tudinho Kikas!&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/7089318969412548875-3652317043184830725?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3652317043184830725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=3652317043184830725' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/3652317043184830725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/3652317043184830725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/05/cristina-lacerda.html' title='Cristina Lacerda'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SDXatpGzp4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/7DgB9M7eitA/s72-c/IMG_6959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-5224587342227783350</id><published>2008-05-10T18:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:39:03.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queima 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais chegar à meia noite ao queimodromo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais ir de autocarro e ir pior que uma sardinha enlatada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais beber um shot com a Salomé e com Kikas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais ver aqelas casas de banho de merda com xixi a escorrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais cartazes a dizer "É a tua tia em cima de um pinheiro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais ouvir a Kikas a dizer a gajo que é um merdas se não beber o copo da cerveja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais ver o Pereira a subir às cavalitas do Hélder para mostrar o cartaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais saltar e calcar os pés aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais cantar as músicas do Xutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais segurar na mão da Kikas para ela não cair ao saltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais que me calquem os pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais furar batalhoes de pessoas para poder chegar primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais ir no autocarro no lugar dos deficientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais ver as mensagens das Kikas cheias de erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Queima 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-5224587342227783350?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5224587342227783350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=5224587342227783350' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/5224587342227783350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/5224587342227783350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/05/queima-2008.html' title='Queima 2008'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2293218238242271244</id><published>2008-04-24T21:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:32:10.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>Não sou perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a consciencia que andamos, na Terra, um pouco perdidos.Quem somos? De onde viemos? Para onde vamos? Ainda nenhuma viv'alma conseguiu responder a isso. Sei, também, que não podemos agradar nem a gregos, nem a troianos. Não me preocupo com uma sociedade que só se interessa em apontar 'z' ou 'y', que diz o que está certo ou errado, que cria o 'ideal' de mulher, ou , até mesmo, invade a privacidade da vizinha do lado pra poder ter a noticia de ultima hora. Não me importo com o mundo competitivo, no qual todos os dias temos que jogar os dados e rezar que seja a nossa vez de vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Não aprecio ditadores, nem repressões!&lt;br /&gt;Apoio a liberdade de expressão, a liberalização do ensino!&lt;br /&gt;Todos diferentes, todos iguais!&lt;br /&gt;Apoio qualquer pessoa que queira revolucionar o Mundo em que vivemos...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de poder acreditar que todos os dias luto por uma coisa boa, gosto de acreditar que um dia se vão mexer multidões para poder tomar formar um 'governo' claro, certo e conciso. Um 'governo' do povo e para o povo, para a classe social que mais perde...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de poder sonhar... porque este tipo de governo não existe...&lt;br /&gt;Os ideais políticos são todos muito bonitos na teoria, mas na hora 'H' ficamos todos com as calças na mão. Por isso é que amo a política no seu estado puro, sem qualquer tipo de corrupção.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da renovação, do progresso e da realização pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito numa única palavra que seja dita por políticos, em campanha!&lt;br /&gt;Contas feitas, o Sr. Sócrates fez o que há muito tempo devia ter sido colocado em prática... com um único mal: a aplicação à classe social!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto as dores da mãe que não têm dinheiro para por o pão na mesa para os filhos, sensibilizo-me com os idosos, cuja reforma não chega para pagar as contas, comprar os medicamentos e comer e choro com os sem-abrigo que, por vezes, quando pedem, choram porque têm fome.&lt;br /&gt;A frieza das palavras que escrevo são apenas uma lágrima; lágrima esta que rola pelas faces das crianças que gritam de fome. Não tento chamar à atenção do presidente da Comissão Europeia, mas sim, abrir os olhos da pessoa que está ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há xenofobia!&lt;br /&gt;Não há diferença social!&lt;br /&gt;Não ao racismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sim há LIBERDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Hasta La Victoria, Siempre!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2293218238242271244?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2293218238242271244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2293218238242271244' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2293218238242271244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2293218238242271244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-5337918108599548975</id><published>2008-04-07T20:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:30:55.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Título</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/R_p2Z0xTkZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MJTzzLwq57w/s1600-h/DSC05172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186588106904801682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/R_p2Z0xTkZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MJTzzLwq57w/s320/DSC05172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/R_p120xTkYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fvAp6p8WdDI/s1600-h/DSC05188.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentei-me no banco do jardim que guarda os nossos segredos, os nossos olhares, as nossas carícias, os nossos beijos… Lembrei-me da maneira como este jardim, e especialmente este banco, nos marcou.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei em volta e via a flor que juntos plantamos, assim como o nosso amor. Quisemos que a flor crescesse saudável e sem feridas. Aproximei-me dela e a sua cor estava mais viva que nunca, pena que o nosso amor se tenha amachucado e o fogo tenha extinguido.&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos vi que o amor que sentias por mim tinha sido substituído. O fogo tão puro que nos teus olhos uma vez vi, rondava agora a pena. O sentimento que agora até me perseguia nos meus sonhos e me faz andar por casa à procura de respostas.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei por te deixar e querer voltar a ser feliz; refazer a minha caixinha de lápis de cor, aqueles que para mim são essenciais. Voltei a amar-me, querer-me, adorar-me, admirar-me. Fundamentalmente, agora venero-me.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te na rua há dias, onde me disseste que estava resplandecente, e vi no teu olhar uma faísca. Agora estás a lutar por mim, esquece-me! Agora quem tem pena de ti sou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-5337918108599548975?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5337918108599548975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=5337918108599548975' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/5337918108599548975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/5337918108599548975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-ttulo_07.html' title='Sem Título'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/R_p2Z0xTkZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MJTzzLwq57w/s72-c/DSC05172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-4512447113592468251</id><published>2008-04-06T22:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:45:57.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vieste! Fomos passear. Sentei-te no banco, fomos ver o sol ir embora e a deixar permanecer o nosso amor. Escureceu, mas houve algo que brilhou em ti que deixa que nunca faltasse luz. Levantaste-me e puxaste-me para aquilo que pensei ser o sofrimento, mas não, levaste-me para a areia e repousaste a tua cabeça no meu colo. Juntos contamos as estrelas e sonhamos. Sonhamos e deixamos que o nosso pensamento permanecesse junto do impossível. Senti frio, sentaste-te e abraçaste-me. Senti que o teu abraço me aqueceu mais do que devia. Corei. Pensei no que éramos, no que somos e no que iríamos ser. Sorri-te e disseste que nunca me abandonarias. Mas mentiste! Mentiste com tudo aqilo qe tinhas e qe não tinhas. Qual era a verdade dentro das tuas mentiras? Seria o teu sorriso? Seriam os teus abraços? Seria a maneira como me olhavas? Ou seria simplesmente o teu suposto amor? Não sei! Desisti de perceber qual seria a resposta com medo de sofrer ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje também já não me interessa, mudei por mim e, consequentemente, por ti. Contigo tinha tudo, agora já não me resta nada. Confiei em ti, sofri enquanto pude. Hoje em dia as coisas já não são como eram antes. Tu próprio já nem me reconhecerias. Tudo começou por tua causa e assim vai acabar. Perdi a minha realidade quando te vi partir. Contei os 'tic-tac' do relógio para ver quando chegavas, de novo. O tempo é uma coisa valiosa. Nunca mais vieste, nunca mais chegaste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acabei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Acabei-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Acabamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Adeus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Feito numa daqelas aulas seca!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-4512447113592468251?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4512447113592468251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=4512447113592468251' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/4512447113592468251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/4512447113592468251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-ttulo.html' title='Sem título'/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089318969412548875.post-2745041292244483438</id><published>2008-01-20T00:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:42:49.994Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"DEVO DIZER, CORRENDO O RISCO DE PARECER RIDÍCULO, QUE O VERDADEIRO REVOLUCIONÁRIO É MOVIDO POR UM GRANDE SENTIMENTO DE AMOR." &lt;em&gt;por Ché Guevara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou uma revolucionária, sou apenas uma idealista com vontade de mover mundos e fundos para ver alguma coisa de boa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou má, sou sensível e imparcial ao que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Não sigo opiniões de outros, tenho a minha cabeça pra formular as minha opiniões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredito naqeles qe lutaram um dia para um poder acreditar nalguma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito na liberdade de expressão!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito num dos maiores revolucionários qe o mundo já viu!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que os ideiais dele estão vivos dentro de mim e de outros milhares de pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que amo política no seu puro estado!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que odeio ditadores, como por exemplo Hugo Chávez e a agora sua namorada Naomi!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a Venezuela se vai revoltar!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito no acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abaixo Hugo Chávez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089318969412548875-2745041292244483438?l=portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2745041292244483438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089318969412548875&amp;postID=2745041292244483438' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2745041292244483438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089318969412548875/posts/default/2745041292244483438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portico-de-ideias.blogspot.com/2008/01/devo-dizer-correndo-o-risco-de-parecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Purpleline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOcm95KVNhg/SVubZ-3_a8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xPGPMXX9iBI/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
