<?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-5611566584401906331</id><updated>2012-01-31T00:17:50.796Z</updated><category term='sexo'/><category term='natureza'/><category term='férias'/><category term='A troca'/><category term='embaraço'/><category term='ex'/><category term='lésbico'/><category term='Ana Carolina e Seu Jorge'/><category term='profundo'/><category term='amiga'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='mar'/><category term='purificar'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='Shakira'/><category term='cristalino'/><category term='you'/><category term='notícia'/><category term='vida'/><category term='lésbica'/><category term='leona 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term='saudade'/><category term='amar no feminino'/><category term='amor'/><category term='por do sol'/><category term='love.'/><category term='fantasia'/><category term='Faial'/><category term='sol'/><category term='sonhar'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='ala dos namorados'/><category term='avril lavigne'/><category term='identidade'/><category term='Astrology'/><category term='dave matthews'/><category term='borboletas'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='cansaço'/><category term='thinking of you'/><category term='season 3'/><category term='flor'/><category term='past lives'/><category term='Zen e a arte de amar'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Passeio'/><category term='love'/><category term='café'/><category term='cívismo'/><category term='lágrima'/><title type='text'>My Universe</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blogue começou por ser uma brincadeira de quem tinha tudo e nada para escrever…</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2883192136510679257</id><published>2012-01-31T00:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:17:50.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>Dizer que sem uma pontinha de sorte a vida pode não mudar é o mesmo que dizer que um dia nasci sem estar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Julguei saber o caminho para a verdade  e tomei-te como uma garantia e como uma lágrima tu caíste .&lt;br /&gt;De corpo e alma escolhemos o futuro e de mãos dadas fizemos juras para o breve sem grandes ilusões acerca do amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2883192136510679257?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2883192136510679257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2883192136510679257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2883192136510679257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2883192136510679257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2012/01/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6946794319338931645</id><published>2010-03-20T15:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:36:55.078Z</updated><title type='text'>As pedras da minha calçada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/TPg7j1JCbHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fKB_rB1OQSY/s1600/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/TPg7j1JCbHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fKB_rB1OQSY/s320/estrada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546248427853212786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa energia que contagia e faz crescer a emoção em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei descalça ... talvez pensando que as pedras não feriam e que as marcas que trazia eram apenas  a sujidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegaste na minha mão e cuidaste das minhas feridas, limpaste as lágrimas que teimavam em cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir segura e tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admito que por vezes deixo que o trabalho ocupe de mais o meu tempo, mas nem por um dia deixo de pensar em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado 2 anos ainda duramos ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6946794319338931645?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6946794319338931645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6946794319338931645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6931410577051010935</id><published>2009-12-13T10:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:35:29.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Mim</title><content type='html'>Olho-me no espelho e o reflexo de mim está mais maduro, mais bonito, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diria&lt;/span&gt; que está no ponto certo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego ainda as marcas de um passado que vai curando porque me ajudaste a perceber que nem sempre tem de ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer que vivo por ti mas sem sombra de dúvida que estás em tudo o que faço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus momentos , vasculho o baú das memórias e penso que afinal os momentos de dor         " hoje" não foram tão maus, esqueci-me do sabor do fel. Sei apenas que era amargo,seco e vazio, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; sei que depois disso tudo mudou.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que era necessário ser náufrago,vagabundo,errante e vadio para poder crescer e pensar que tudo tem o seu lugar na vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6931410577051010935?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6931410577051010935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6931410577051010935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6931410577051010935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6931410577051010935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/12/pedacos-de-mim.html' title='Pedaços de Mim'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-331625304144979758</id><published>2009-12-08T21:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:37:00.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>Muse - Pavilhão Atlantico  29/11/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KXrYOhFeOs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KXrYOhFeOs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Foi fantástico!! Brutallllllll!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-331625304144979758?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/331625304144979758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=331625304144979758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/331625304144979758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/331625304144979758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/12/muse-pavilhao-atlantico-29112009.html' title='Muse - 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alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkF7JLm3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/a0Iybrm7qsA/s320/novo+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkFVpTmRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BJnpt6g822Y/s1600/novo+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407666557949286674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkFVpTmRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/BJnpt6g822Y/s320/novo+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkFPby2WI/AAAAAAAAAao/8_4ALeHYgwM/s1600/P8130550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407666556282001762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkFPby2WI/AAAAAAAAAao/8_4ALeHYgwM/s320/P8130550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkEw7qh9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Y9cECjNQU2M/s1600/P8130549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407666548094175186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkEw7qh9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Y9cECjNQU2M/s320/P8130549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isto foi o pouco que consegui captar ao longo do caminho das Levadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem precisa de paz e sossego interior, recomendo este passeio, chegamos ao fim com aquela sensação de que não há ou não existem problemas na nossa vida, foi fantástico apenas o Eu e a Natureza :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkEhq6swI/AAAAAAAAAaY/O4ol2PVJPTA/s1600/P8130548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407666543997399810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkEhq6swI/AAAAAAAAAaY/O4ol2PVJPTA/s320/P8130548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5611566584401906331-4179287392952222221?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4179287392952222221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4179287392952222221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4179287392952222221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4179287392952222221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/11/levadas.html' title='Levadas'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvkF7JLm3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/a0Iybrm7qsA/s72-c/novo+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3000362003364210910</id><published>2009-11-24T12:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:19:09.962Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>Fotos Férias</title><content type='html'>Conforme prometido ficam aqui algumas das fotos que fui tirando durante as férias em Agosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ2cI_EVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VxEsUeRhhaU/s1600/P3200001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407655306878456146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ2cI_EVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VxEsUeRhhaU/s320/P3200001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma bela foto onde podemos ver a Cidade da Horta e também a construção da nova doca para os Cruzeiros .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ2NpyusI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QuK21MyZajE/s1600/P3030631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407655302989527746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ2NpyusI/AAAAAAAAAZw/QuK21MyZajE/s320/P3030631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lagoa do Capitão, Ilha do Pico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407655283249361874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ1EHXs9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/PFaWteCPyGY/s320/P3030627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_clean" alt="Remover formatação da selecção" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;O dia estava cinzento mas o mar estava muito calmo, foi uma viagem bastante agradável apesar da chuva que de vez em quando ameaçava cair. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ1Zzd7mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9GitJSI3fXs/s1600/P3030601.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407655294930371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ1voVw1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/_hIrpHZ9SrQ/s320/P3030591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvcNCmk62I/AAAAAAAAAaA/_7sviLpqDis/s1600/peixes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407657894183496546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvcNCmk62I/AAAAAAAAAaA/_7sviLpqDis/s320/peixes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvcNtlGXsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xCF8i-OvS2I/s1600/baleias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407657905720024770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvcNtlGXsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xCF8i-OvS2I/s320/baleias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvcNfJHRSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/OObrcUXxGeQ/s1600/peixes+a%C3%A7ores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407657901844546850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvcNfJHRSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/OObrcUXxGeQ/s320/peixes+a%C3%A7ores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eis algumas das espécies que habitam os mares dos Açores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3000362003364210910?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwvZ2cI_EVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VxEsUeRhhaU/s72-c/P3200001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8648227508882614428</id><published>2009-08-07T11:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:02:07.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SnwJj6YM6kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1MQ4edm67zM/s1600-h/f%C3%A9rias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SnwJj6YM6kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1MQ4edm67zM/s320/f%C3%A9rias.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367175368489626178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase de férias nos Açores :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8648227508882614428?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8648227508882614428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8648227508882614428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8648227508882614428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8648227508882614428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/08/ferias.html' title='Férias...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SnwJj6YM6kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1MQ4edm67zM/s72-c/f%C3%A9rias.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-330156134399754254</id><published>2009-08-07T11:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:57:37.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signos'/><title type='text'>A quem aqui vem...</title><content type='html'>Gostaria de saber o opinião de quem por aqui passa e até acha piada ás coisas dos signos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the proposal'/><title type='text'>Muito giro!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPgZcW8MCaA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPgZcW8MCaA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme foi muito engraçado, adoro a Sandra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2604869276365397707?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7619278932180937782</id><published>2009-03-25T01:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:13:47.318Z</updated><title type='text'>For you, Alex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/ScmE8FTdPvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DE7fNGABpYo/s1600-h/sintonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316927002838384370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/ScmE8FTdPvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DE7fNGABpYo/s320/sintonia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pensando nos dias em que esperei a tua chegada.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me miserável…segura de mim, mas incompleta!&lt;br /&gt;A vida tinha um sabor que nem era amargo nem doce…era como desejar uma fruta e colhe-la antes do tempo, uma fraude.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo em como foram os meus relacionamentos anteriores e penso que o amor é uma forma de estar! Sou bastante diferente do que era há uns anos atrás, continuo a ser brincalhona mas, não exijo, não projecto, e acima de tudo não dou nada como eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me completa, meu universo está em sintonia.&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de fazer um esforço adicional para que resulte, porque tu és mais Eu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te porque:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a companhia na solidão&lt;br /&gt;O abraço que aquece&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que preenche&lt;br /&gt;O beijo que desejo.&lt;br /&gt;O dia da noite e a noite do dia&lt;br /&gt;És aquilo que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;És TU e EU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por estares aqui .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-7619278932180937782?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7619278932180937782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7619278932180937782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7619278932180937782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7619278932180937782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-alex.html' title='For you, Alex!'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/ScmE8FTdPvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DE7fNGABpYo/s72-c/sintonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2049479262014775980</id><published>2009-03-19T08:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:15:14.986Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/ScIM1LlYzEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3C5cGsegfI4/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314824618032811074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/ScIM1LlYzEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3C5cGsegfI4/s320/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhamos para a vida de forma diferente, quando a noticia chega!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é com alguma tristeza e de certa forma frieza, que recebo a noticia de que quem me ajudou a criar está doente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei pensando no processo da vida, e na personalidade que vamos moldando ao longo dos anos. lembro-me de ser miúda e de receber o meu primeiro triciclo, lembro-me de ter sentido alguns ciumes quando nasceu o meu primo,lembro-me de pedir á minha mãe para ir passar as férias "grandes " para casa da minha tia...eram sempre sinónimo de brincadeira e folia com o meu primo, com os primos do meu primo, no fundo... naquele tempo tudo servia de desculpa para ir passar uns dias com os meus tios e com o meu primo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois , começou o despertar da fase seguinte e com ela a puberdade, o interesse pelo desporto, novas amizades e acabei por perder alguns desses laços,ou pelo menos aparecia com menor frequência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admito que esta minha personalidade me empurra para o meu mundo, mundo esse que é só meu, onde me afasto de tudo e de todos, não por estar zangada com ninguém , nem tão pouco por deixar de gostar de todos os que me rodeiam... Sou assim ,meia "bicho do buraco" como já me chamaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei pensando se a forma como recebi a noticia,se a minha calma aparente significava que me tinha tornado numa pessoa fria , olhava em redor e via as lágrimas e o nervosismo da minha mãe, a angústia que ela sentia...já o " bicho do buraco" apenas conseguia remexer no baú das lembranças!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vejo o fim da vida, mas sei que sentimos falta do calor humano.Podemos sempre guardar com muito carinho as lembranças, os momentos bons e maus de uma vida cheia de vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2049479262014775980?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2049479262014775980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2049479262014775980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2049479262014775980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2049479262014775980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-tempo-passa.html' title='O tempo passa'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/ScIM1LlYzEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3C5cGsegfI4/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1757220456639891180</id><published>2009-03-15T20:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:53:21.485Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A troca'/><title type='text'>"Changeling"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-fNdSl-HqE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-fNdSl-HqE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já a algum tempo que estava querendo colocar esta música aqui... a música é perfeita para purificar a alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-1757220456639891180?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1757220456639891180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1757220456639891180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1757220456639891180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1757220456639891180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/03/changeling.html' title='&quot;Changeling&quot;'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6909522610284263590</id><published>2009-02-15T22:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:16:17.863Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lésbica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lgbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Por se falar em casamentos "Gay's"</title><content type='html'>"Um candidato único nunca deve ficar feliz com tão elevada percentagem de votos. Eu como Socialista penso assim! Quanto à moção a apresentar ao próximo congresso na Cidade de Espinho. Com esta percentagem de votos muitos dos votantes não devem ter lido a moção ou resolveram dar um cheque em branco ao Líder do Partido Socialista. A sua obsessão por legalizar os casamentos homossexuais dentro de uma índole de liberdade e igualdade. É, podemos dizer aberrante, ou despudorada para uma moção a discutir num congresso. Será que dessa discussão sairá da cartola mais um adiamento para a próxima legislatura. Penso que não, pelo agrado do Primeiro-ministro a dar esta benesse, que para o partido parece envenenada, à minoria homossexual. Por um lado espera uma boa votação no seu partido, para poder governar, por outro vai para um congresso defender uma causa, que é um pau de dois bicos para os votantes indecisos, ou os que hoje se encostam à direita e amanhã à esquerda. O Secretário-geral do PS, em termos de cosmética continua na mesma. Só pôs um pouco de Pink nas faces para dizer que é um vanguardista do Século XXI. Será? Os próximos votos depois de contados é que poderão dizer! " DIONISIO  15.02.2009  20.10H  in Comentários Destak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito se continua a dizer a respeito dos casamentos "Gay"...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas posso dizer que amor é apenas amor, ou serão todos os pais Gay's por amarem seus filhos  ?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal  o amor é :&lt;br /&gt; 1- Afeição profunda a outrem, a ponto de estabelecer um vínculo afetivo intenso, capaz de doações próprias, até o sacrifício (em alguns casos).&lt;br /&gt; 2. Dedicação extrema e carinhosa.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Sentimento profundo e caloroso de atração que um sexo experimenta pelo outro.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Apego.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Carinho; ternura.&lt;br /&gt; 6. Cuidado; zêlo.&lt;br /&gt; 7. Fig. Pessoa amada, ser amado. s.m.pl.(os)&lt;br /&gt; 8. Relações amorosas; namoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas foram algumas das definições dadas para a palavra amor, portanto meus senhores/as continuo a dizer que , amor é apenas amor!!&lt;br /&gt;Para os mais religiosos fica a questão:&lt;br /&gt;Seria Jesus Cristo gay? afinal ele gostava dos seus discípulos ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Que mensagem tentava Ele passar sempre?!  "Amar o próximo!" &lt;br /&gt;Admito que nos tempos de miúda e de catequese não me recordo de ouvir falar em " amar o próximo" desde que ele não fosse gay!!!&lt;br /&gt;Coloco a questão desta forma porque, acima de tudo penso que a ferida ainda é "homens com homens e mulheres com mulheres??"&lt;br /&gt;Roma não se construiu num dia, e por isso mesmo é necessário pensar,acreditar e lutar por  um mundo melhor em que todos temos o direito á igualdade social.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6909522610284263590?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6909522610284263590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6909522610284263590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6909522610284263590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6909522610284263590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-se-falar-em-casamentos-gays.html' title='Por se falar em casamentos &quot;Gay&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7480979853335061323</id><published>2009-02-15T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:06:55.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque detesto ter razão lol</title><content type='html'>O verbo imprimir tem dois particípios passados: um regular (imprimido) e um irregular (impresso).&lt;br /&gt;O particípio regular é usado na formação de tempos compostos: Ele tinha imprimido a folha.&lt;br /&gt;O particípio irregular é utilizado como adjectivo: texto impresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser açoreana, mas não falo estrangeiro :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-7480979853335061323?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7480979853335061323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7480979853335061323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7480979853335061323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7480979853335061323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-detesto-ter-razao-lol.html' title='Porque detesto ter razão lol'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8518850918541518870</id><published>2009-01-27T20:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:15:22.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Eco de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SX94-ScsVtI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eQcZkeB1M8E/s1600-h/rain-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296084698310399698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SX94-ScsVtI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eQcZkeB1M8E/s320/rain-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varro hoje algumas das poeiras que ainda pairavam sobre mim,&lt;br /&gt;analiso tudo o que conquistei, o que quero para mim! Quanto tempo mais tenho para percorrer o caminho que um dia trilhei?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez todo o tempo do mundo, ou quase nenhum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que amanhã chova, e que essa água que cai me ensope de vontade e força para chegar onde um dia quis ser.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, vezes sem conta... uma voz me foi dizendo para dar um tempo ou para pedir um tempo, talvez para tomar ar, respirar fundo e seguir com a minha viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Luto constantemente para que o ego não me derrote,quero ser órfã de mim...que aquela que um dia talvez imatura viveu aqui , cresça e olhe o mundo em volta e sinta que finalmente sabe que chegou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8518850918541518870?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8518850918541518870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8518850918541518870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8518850918541518870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8518850918541518870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/eco-de-mim.html' title='Eco de mim...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SX94-ScsVtI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eQcZkeB1M8E/s72-c/rain-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7590935629197850352</id><published>2009-01-24T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:59:49.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Recomendo a quem ainda não foi ver :) mto bom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L6K3fkwr-Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L6K3fkwr-Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-7590935629197850352?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7590935629197850352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7590935629197850352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7590935629197850352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7590935629197850352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/recomendo-quem-ainda-no-foi-ver-mto-bom.html' title='Recomendo a quem ainda não foi ver :) mto bom!!'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3296476921752247279</id><published>2009-01-05T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:20:01.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Foi a dormir</title><content type='html'>Pois é... cá estamos para um novo ano!!&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas tem-me perguntado como fiz a minha passagem de ano, ficando depois abismadas quando digo que foi a dormir... &lt;br /&gt;Cá dentro vai gritando um : " e então? porquê tanta admiração?"&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos em que fiz a passagem de Ano sozinha por coincidência ou não correram-me muito bem...sei lá... algumas coisas deixaram de fazer sentido para mim!&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo como é que um dia de excessos pode mudar o resto do ano para melhor!! &lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam então os votos de um excelente Ano de 2009 para todos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3296476921752247279?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3296476921752247279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3296476921752247279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3296476921752247279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3296476921752247279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2009/01/foi-dormir.html' title='Foi a dormir'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4716980089194825488</id><published>2008-12-25T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:52:28.612Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8HehlaZG5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8HehlaZG5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4716980089194825488?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4716980089194825488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4716980089194825488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4716980089194825488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4716980089194825488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-851802827420394971</id><published>2008-12-24T00:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:12:00.607Z</updated><title type='text'>É só pedir ...</title><content type='html'>Querido Pai Natal,&lt;br /&gt;este ano portei-me muito bem :p , fartei-me de trabalhar...de sorrir para os clientes, evitei reclamações... fiz muitas horas extras,não injuriei e não bati em ninguém :p.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter mais férias,será que podes deixar uma viagem no sapatinho? &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. também gostava de abrir a porta de casa e ter um Ferrari á minha espera:)&lt;br /&gt;será meu por um dia hehe&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte já te novo dono ... e eu mais um mês de férias hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que era!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-851802827420394971?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/851802827420394971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=851802827420394971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/851802827420394971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/851802827420394971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-pedir.html' title='É só pedir ...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4604044032883792677</id><published>2008-12-22T01:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:52:19.474Z</updated><title type='text'>"Mamma Mia ou Casa pia " o musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lD8VkaAysCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lD8VkaAysCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...andava no «tubito» e descobri estes malucos por lá hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4604044032883792677?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4604044032883792677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4604044032883792677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4604044032883792677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4604044032883792677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/12/mamma-mia-ou-casa-pia-o-musical.html' title='&quot;Mamma Mia ou Casa pia &quot; o musical'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3132565499646384582</id><published>2008-12-21T00:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:57:57.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque querias saber :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SU2iiq8qkFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UlzK9UmOj4s/s1600-h/a+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SU2iiq8qkFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UlzK9UmOj4s/s320/a+vida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282056654503448658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem defina felicidade como ganhar uma "pipa de massa", ou qualquer coisa de material, ou ainda como sendo algo que um Deus dá em troca de algum sacrifício, ou ainda como estar apaixonado. Quando me perguntam se sou feliz, não tenho dúvidas que sim...é verdade que em momentos de stress lastimo uma decisão que tomei, mas no fundo se voltasse a trás faria tudo de novo,aprendi muito com o passado.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes? Acredito que a felicidade está naquilo que tenho e não, no que não tenho!Há quem diga que isto é pensar pequeno, mas não é!Todos os dias trabalho para ter um pouco mais, e sou grata pelo que recebo,o fruto do meu trabalho tem um sabor e " O que nada custa, nada vale "!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sou feliz ! &lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz porque estás aqui, porque tenho um ombro onde posso encostar a cabeça e chorar se for preciso,porque tenho o amor de algumas pessoas, porque gosto do meu trabalho, porque todos os dias batalho para me tornar melhor pessoa,porque já venci alguns dos meus medos, porque já morri e renasci,porque já chorei e acreditei em mim,claro que sou feliz por estar apaixonada! Por ti, por mim, pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo para a felicidade é "amar sem estragar".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3132565499646384582?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3132565499646384582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3132565499646384582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3132565499646384582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3132565499646384582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/12/porque-querias-saber-p.html' title='Porque querias saber :p'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SU2iiq8qkFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UlzK9UmOj4s/s72-c/a+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6767246877665401297</id><published>2008-12-18T23:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:43:42.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Agarra a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaxM7om5Jeg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaxM7om5Jeg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este era um dos vídeos que mais via no « tubito»,quando andava com aquela sensação de que algo ia acontecer...quando sentia que os meus momentos de solidão estavam quase no fim, talvez a ansiedade me fizesse ver os vídeos do "L word" vezes sem conta. Sim é verdade, este era o casal que mais gostava, sentia-se algo vivo nesta dupla. &lt;br /&gt;Compreendo a Shane... teve uma infância difícil e isso acaba por reflectir-se nos relacionamentos que tem.Nunca quis dar-se totalmente a ninguém talvez por medo da entrega ou talvez por temer mais tarde ou mais cedo acabar desapontada. Muitas vezes quando alguém lhe diz " estás a estorvar ..." acaba por desaparecer cortando facilmente os laços que nunca lhe ensinaram a criar ou a manter.&lt;br /&gt;Digo que provavelmente é mais fácil para quem cresceu num lar repleto de amor, aprender a confiar...talvez a não ter medo de falhar, por saber e sentir que alguém estará sempre ali, para amparar se algo correr mal.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que esta Shane vive para o hoje, mas também é verdade que é uma boa amiga, no fundo tem um bom coração.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que quando ouvia esta música e via este vídeo vezes sem conta, algo me dizia para não deixar de acreditar, tal como o filme "Serendipity" , tudo isto faz-me acreditar no amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por sentir a tua falta escrevi estas linhas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não feches os olhos para não sentir,&lt;br /&gt;não escondas as mãos para não ver,&lt;br /&gt;não negues o beijo que te faz sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;não castres o que ainda há-de nascer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre,brinca,salta,voa...&lt;br /&gt;sente tudo o que vida é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra a essência do amor que em ti germina&lt;br /&gt;e sente o Eu que em mim termina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6767246877665401297?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6767246877665401297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6767246877665401297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6767246877665401297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sinto que estou abandonando, abrandando o que tenho para fazer ou pelo menos o que penso que tenho pela frente!&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes gostava de ser como um samurai, com sua espada tão afiada que até a mais fina seda disseca. Era isso mesmo que queria ser neste momento! Um Samurai!&lt;br /&gt;Cortando tudo o que já não faz sentido ou até mesmo o que nunca fez sentido...deixando de ter consciência pesada, deixando de ser coração mole, deixando de sentir que estou em divida para com a vida,para com um passado que já lá vai á muito e ao qual já dei mais do que devia.&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que digo agora estas coisas porque estou nesta revolta interior,e que seria incapaz de voltar as costas a algumas pessoas, apenas quero que organizem melhor as suas coisas, gostava de não ter que escolher entre aquilo que quero para mim e o que os outros esperam de mim...porque algum dia vou deixar que a razão corte o coração mole e nessa altura tudo será diferente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-81080417891025480?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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aí&quot;'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-382528121895899688</id><published>2008-11-11T22:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:44:13.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Adoro este filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mARCRguuCrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mARCRguuCrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SRN-d6q2ZGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9ogfZDS9ZiA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691441756529762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4763163314196992422?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4763163314196992422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4763163314196992422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4763163314196992422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>What a great song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6751221667031474454?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6751221667031474454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2431301525987071271</id><published>2008-10-31T09:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:53:44.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Keru uma destas !!   :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I08raZXzeJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I08raZXzeJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus dias sombrios lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2431301525987071271?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2431301525987071271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2431301525987071271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2431301525987071271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2431301525987071271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/10/keru-uma-destas-p.html' title='Keru uma destas !!   :p'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6065195970087093071</id><published>2008-10-29T09:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:54:08.732Z</updated><title type='text'>"lover lay down" DMB</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1WBYWwYDvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1WBYWwYDvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6065195970087093071?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6065195970087093071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6065195970087093071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6065195970087093071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6065195970087093071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/10/lover-lay-down-dmb.html' title='&quot;lover lay down&quot; DMB'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1297296089288126247</id><published>2008-10-28T08:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:58:17.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3xwCkhmies&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3xwCkhmies&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade de ouvir Queen... comecei com Friends mas esta é sem dúvida a mais poderosa.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desculpem-me os que passam por aqui, não tenho arranjado muito tempo para deixar umas letrinhas por aqui. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-1297296089288126247?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1297296089288126247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1297296089288126247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1297296089288126247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1297296089288126247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/10/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7402155035537316339</id><published>2008-10-09T13:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:59:24.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De mão dada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SO4AIM5QdWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AZ2S9hDpUCM/s1600-h/mao+dada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255137956088280418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SO4AIM5QdWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AZ2S9hDpUCM/s320/mao+dada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ando de mão dada comigo, em tempos andei apenas ao sabor das ondas ( esquecendo-me que ter bom coração muitas das vezes é sinónimo de abuso,aproveitamento ) esperando chegar a terra firme ... atrasando as minhas coisas em prol de tudo e de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tempos de mudança... estou aprendendo a dizer não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5611566584401906331-7402155035537316339?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7402155035537316339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7402155035537316339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7402155035537316339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7402155035537316339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-mo-dada.html' title='De mão dada'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SO4AIM5QdWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AZ2S9hDpUCM/s72-c/mao+dada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2251293368275412867</id><published>2008-10-06T23:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:59:32.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para bom entendedor meia palavra basta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que venhas aqui, porque não estou com vontade de atender os teus telefonemas, nem responder ás tuas mensagens.Não te desejo mal e espero que finalmente encontres o  que tanto pretendias, mas agradeço que me dês espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como tu disseste " ... não temos que nos dar com todas as pessoas que vamos conhecendo..." e seguindo a tua máxima digo o mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada mais tenho a acrescentar ao passado, não entendo o que poderás querer falar comigo, e por isso mesmo pensa comigo... se quando supostamente havia amizade e nós não conseguíamos dialogar e pensavas que não tinhas que te dar comigo então não vejo o que existe ainda para conversarmos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sê uma mulherzinha porque já tens idade de ter algum bom senso e deixa-me respirar ar puro, nunca disse que as coisas tinham de ser assim... mas, já vimos que não temos condições nem para uma simples amizade. Se te encontrar na rua irei respeitar o ser que és mas não peças mais que isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agradeço que pares de mandar mensagens, e que pares de telefonar, porque não vou atender!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto não é um « post »  de raiva ou de ódio ou de algo do género... isto sou eu a pedir que respeites a minha vontade, desejo-te tudo de bom, cultiva o amor para seres feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Boa Sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2251293368275412867?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2251293368275412867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2251293368275412867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2251293368275412867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2251293368275412867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-bom-entendedor-meia-palavra-basta.html' title='Para bom entendedor meia palavra basta!'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3099776492498606935</id><published>2008-09-28T01:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:15:33.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples, sem mais palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SN7Md6f5LOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fUJnB9TeYJw/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250859029851876578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SN7Md6f5LOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fUJnB9TeYJw/s320/heart.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este mundo não acredita em nós...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que o mundo pensa.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor, em qualquer língua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta quando não estás aqui.&lt;br /&gt;E o relógio engana a vontade de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Correndo quando te vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Atrasando-se até chegar a hora marcada…&lt;br /&gt;Assim são os minutos até te ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as insónias e falta de apetite me consumam.&lt;br /&gt;Mil vezes podia morrer&lt;br /&gt;Desejando o dia que te voltaria a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo não acredita em nós...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que o mundo pensa.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor, em qualquer língua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3099776492498606935?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3099776492498606935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3099776492498606935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3099776492498606935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3099776492498606935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/09/simples-sem-mais-palavras.html' title='Simples, sem mais palavras...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SN7Md6f5LOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fUJnB9TeYJw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1697724200304734760</id><published>2008-09-28T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:39:30.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zy8b703GKM0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zy8b703GKM0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-1697724200304734760?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1697724200304734760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1697724200304734760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1697724200304734760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1697724200304734760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun :)'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4056865587799269968</id><published>2008-09-22T15:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:01:48.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let go'/><title type='text'>Let's talk serious II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SNezKA5nprI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q6hboSn6paI/s1600-h/letting_go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SNezKA5nprI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q6hboSn6paI/s320/letting_go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860875345340082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes as mensagens chegam-nos  das maneiras mais estranhas , quer pelo relacionamento que temos com determinadas pessoas em determinados pontos da nossa vida, quer por sonhos, “flashes”,etc. … &lt;br /&gt;Como nada acontece por um acaso ,  imagino que aquelas pessoas que rompem laços  inesperadamente e depois voltam atrás , para além de não saberem o que desejam ao certo, ainda causam mágoa e angústia a quem lhes quer bem.  Quando se diz a alguém “ não temos que nos dar com todas as pessoas que vamos conhecendo” imagino que o subentendido seja  « não tenho que me dar contigo !» e depois de tanta coisa dita por maldade ou por mau feitio ,  o mais lógico é que esta separação nos ensine algo de novo. Na velha máxima “ á primeira caem todos, á segunda cai quem quer e á terceira caem os tolos”.&lt;br /&gt;A minha experiência de vida ensinou-me  que se deve dar sempre uma oportunidade ás pessoas, todos erramos  e isso faz parte do nosso crescimento. Agora  perdoar  e perdoar  e perdoar  e viver e viver a mesma coisa tantas vezes e sempre do mesmo modo, é sinal de que temos que aprender a cortar relacionamentos, do mesmo modo que existem pessoas de bem também as existe do mal, e existem pessoas que pura e simplesmente não crescem , porque ainda não bateram no fundo para saber quando mudar, ou  não conseguem ver  o que está debaixo dos olhos delas por não tomarem consciência do que fazem ou dizem…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4056865587799269968?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4056865587799269968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4056865587799269968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4056865587799269968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4056865587799269968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-talk-serious-ii.html' title='Let&apos;s talk serious II'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SNezKA5nprI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q6hboSn6paI/s72-c/letting_go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4862276951327243301</id><published>2008-09-19T17:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:31:49.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta ...</title><content type='html'>Pois é as férias estão chegando ao fim e só posso dizer " missão cumprida!" , descansei bastante o que era muito importante porque os últimos 2 meses foram muito stressantes, admito que paciência era coisa que já ia faltando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4862276951327243301?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4862276951327243301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4862276951327243301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4862276951327243301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4862276951327243301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-volta.html' title='De volta ...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6268810504802742115</id><published>2008-09-09T14:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:55:33.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SMaAI_DI5WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/raHYmCCeWpI/s1600-h/peugadas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SMaAI_DI5WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/raHYmCCeWpI/s320/peugadas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244019707971429730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis ser Rainha , senhora e soberana&lt;br /&gt;Deixei entrar apenas quem ordenei.&lt;br /&gt;A frieza aos poucos foi dando cabo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Morri ... Não!&lt;br /&gt;... adormeci nos meus medos&lt;br /&gt;fiquei observando o mundo cá fora pelas janelas do meu castelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente decidi caminhar pelo areal fino &lt;br /&gt;Sem medos, sem receios…&lt;br /&gt;Cantar , dançar e mergulhar nessa água limpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que me habitue aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que chore e grite &lt;br /&gt;Deixa que diga tudo, &lt;br /&gt;Tudo que a cobardia sufocou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que as peugadas marquem o rasto que tomo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que a flor que brotou no deserto e rompeu o solo árido ,&lt;br /&gt;se torne exemplo vivo do que é a vida no meio do nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6268810504802742115?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SMaAI_DI5WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/raHYmCCeWpI/s72-c/peugadas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8362925161099523886</id><published>2008-09-08T13:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:00:08.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As marcas que deixo</title><content type='html'>As pedagas que deixo na areia são para ti,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que o mar as apague,&lt;br /&gt;vais saber sempre que estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes caminhar comigo,&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim as marcas serão diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;podes chorar comigo e mesmo assim tudo será igual&lt;br /&gt;eu serei eu, e tu serás tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pegadas que deixo na areia são para ti&lt;div 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deixo'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3846377658319912340</id><published>2008-08-30T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:00:05.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta foi a música escolhida para a noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtiZjpwa0mA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtiZjpwa0mA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/esta-foi-msica-escolhida-para-noite.html' title='Esta foi a música escolhida para a noite...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-133847271053359135</id><published>2008-08-30T11:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:52:20.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A música da rádio... para a manhã de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQnhVgPr-NU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQnhVgPr-NU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi sem sombra de dúvida uma das minhas músicas que fizeram parte da minha adolescencia. Ainda me lembro da versão original de Phill Collins ,mas esta também é muito boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Xm4tjgrF9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Xm4tjgrF9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-133847271053359135?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/133847271053359135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=133847271053359135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/133847271053359135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/133847271053359135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/msica-da-rdio-para-manh-de-hoje.html' title='A música da rádio... para a manhã de hoje'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3191670945255614672</id><published>2008-08-29T20:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:09:03.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimento do dia</title><content type='html'>Depois da agradável surpresa de ontem, acho que adormeci ansiosa e por isso mesmo acordei ás 8:00, o que não é habitual !&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar várias noites em claro aconteceu algo que me faz pensar na frase mas dita no livro " A Profecia Celestina"    «... nada acontece por um acaso...»e como tal, ando um tanto expectante com esta nova página da minha vida.Por outro lado quero reservar-me , se calhar o termo mais adequado será controlar-me... vivo os novos acontecimento intensamente e por vezes não tenho a noção do quanto intensa sou .&lt;br /&gt;Por isso os agradecimentos de hoje vão para:&lt;br /&gt;Papillon- por ter passado a folga comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E para a Vi , que mesmo de férias tem sempre um "tempinho" para mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3191670945255614672?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3191670945255614672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3191670945255614672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3191670945255614672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3191670945255614672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/agradecimento-do-dia.html' title='Agradecimento do dia'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1544468879135615161</id><published>2008-08-24T03:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:29:53.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fases nocturnas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah! não tenho parado muito por aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São 4 h da manhã e não consigo dormir, ando novamente naquela fase do "l word" yah yah i know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas desta vez estou percebendo pequenas coisas das personagens... ando um tanto intrigada com a "jenny" era hetero, depois conheceu a miúda que lhe virou a cabeça, passou um mau bocado com todas as perguntas e respostas que passam na cabeça de uma pessoa com uma situação daquelas, andou perdida por algum tempo e como é óbvio com um lado negrodaqueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; é claro que a personagem apenas sobreviveria com grandes depressões ou extravagancias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Também andei a estudar a relação "bette &amp;amp; tina" desculpem-me os fãs mas... não consigo relacionar-me com aquela bette, tem de estar sempre no comando, não é capaz de dizer duas frases sem proferir asneiras, isso faz-me confusão, e depois vem a Tina, all sweet talk, all she ever wanted was her baby!Fazem um par com muitos altos e baixos mas a verdade é que faz pensar no amor e nos altos e baixos dos relacionamentos, e sim ... é verdade que existem pessoas que batem com a cabeça vezes sem conta até encontrarem a pessoa que lhe move o mundo só com um simples olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adorei a Dana e a Alice, elas são tão engraçadas as duas. Fartei-me de rir á custa delas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro o sotaque britanico da Helena, e aquele ser rica e depois passar a ter dificuldades , bater no fundo do poço dá que pensar . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por agora já chega, o joão pestana já vai chamando , prometo falar disto em breve :p&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/5611566584401906331-1544468879135615161?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1544468879135615161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1544468879135615161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1544468879135615161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1544468879135615161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/fases-nocturnas.html' title='Fases nocturnas'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6764657363024753923</id><published>2008-08-21T10:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:01:19.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leiam, porque assim escuso de me repetir!</title><content type='html'>Hoje, a manhã está sendo dedicada ao "arrumo" da cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Andei um tanto embaixo com os contratempos do work , continuo a pensar que ainda existem ressentimentos por parte do meus colegas ... "Meus caros, se cheguei onde cheguei foi com o meu trabalho e dedicação".&lt;br /&gt;Aos machistas apenas posso dizer: " a vida tem destas coisas! "&lt;br /&gt;Houve dias que senti que o inferno era no trabalho, pensei em baixar os braços mas se bem me conheço , quando penso assim é quando a garra vem e desistir é para os fracos!&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar trabalhando para atingir os meus objectivos, tendo estas pessoas como colaboradores ou não. Tentei ser flexível , moldar-me a ver se os colegas alteravam um pouco a forma como trabalham , não dá...&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente sou exigente comigo e isso nota-se no meu trabalho, e talvez por ser assim pergunto-me vezes sem conta o porquê das pessoas se limitarem, faz-me confusão quando vejo alguém que tem capacidades e conhecimentos para fazer mais do que faz e só os ouço reclamar porque a vida deles não muda, porque os outros não acreditam no trabalho deles ou até mesmo porque o vencimento é pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha cabeça salta logo um:" Pessoal toca a abrir os olhinhos e a despertar !! Tudo na vida é um investimento, dá-se agora para colher mais tarde..."&lt;br /&gt;Sem me querer alongar mais neste assunto, no fundo este post não é o declarar de uma guerra aberta, mas sim um " não vou desistir !!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6764657363024753923?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6764657363024753923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6764657363024753923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6764657363024753923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6764657363024753923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/leiam-porque-assim-escuso-de-me-repetir.html' title='Leiam, porque assim escuso de me repetir!'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5773199076233961147</id><published>2008-08-14T16:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:00:22.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novela do dia a dia  I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SKRkKuzmJZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gLRGTIR3f-s/s1600-h/f_heart1m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234418802437268882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SKRkKuzmJZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gLRGTIR3f-s/s320/f_heart1m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao som de "better in time" escrevo este post e relembro os últimos dias de trabalho e de lazer nem tanto... muitas vezes penso que esta gente, este povo está cada vez mais egocentrico, exige-se e ordena-se como se o rei vivesse na barriga deles...esta semana passou-se uma cena um tanto caricata e que me fez pensar nas pessoas e no seu eu,ego na ponta dos cornos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para variar acontecem sempre cenas quando estou de permanencia e diga-se de passagem que espero e acredito que serei melhor pessoa com estas experiencias... ok, voltemos então á história ... a estagiária veio ter comigo dizendo que havia uma senhora que havia recebido uma operação ao coração e necessitava de ajuda para escolher umas terras para o jardim e para carrega-las, prontamente disse que ajudava mas que a senhora teria de aguardar um pouco uma vez que estava com uma devolução pendente.Dei a volta ao balcão e ouvi a senhora gritar para a colega: "Já disse á sua colega? olhe que ela se vai embora! Euuu preciso de ajuda!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Respondi calmamente á senhora que já lhe dava a atenção necessária mas que primeiro tinha de terminar a devolução do cliente que estava atendendo antes de ela chegar.Acrescentei que se ela quisesse ir andando até á zona do jardim que já lá ia ter com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas que é que eu fui dizer aquela mulher?!!!! Parece que ainda a estou vendo sentada nas cadeiras que temos em exposição, com o carro das compras atravessado na passagem e a gritar e esbracejar comigo, dizia ela : " Estou vendo que a sua colega não lhe disse nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu preciso de ajuda , fui operada ao coração... não vou até ao jardim coisa nenhuma, quero que alguém me vá buscar as terras , leve-me o carro que aguardo aqui na caixa!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada vez que ela dizia " fui operada ao coração" saltava-me um pensamento : "nota-se! será que lhe tiraram o cérebro também?!" Contado assim talvez pareça um pouco frio o meu pensamento, mas a verdade é que para quem foi operada e estava em convalescença ela gritava e exigia bastante. Pergunto eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem é que no seu perfeito juízo e depois de ter sofrido uma intervenção cirúrgica ao coração se ia por a braços com o jardim? Se não tinha quem lhe carregasse as terras quem as ia descarregar no destino? Imagino que a primeira coisa que passa na cabeça de quem não pode fazer esforços seja , vou comprar umas terras e me dedicar ao jardim!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já dizia Voltaire "commom sence it's not so common"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moral da história, a cliente foi-se embora pocessa não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tínhamos o artigo que pretendia uma vez que esta queria sacos de 5 quilos e só temos sacos com 45 e 90 lt.), deixou o carro no meio da passagem e ainda tratou mal a colega que está estagiando connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiquei pensando nesta história o resto do dia, nenhum dos colegas foi mal educado ou ignorou a tal senhora para receber tal tratamento,dia apos dia penso que cada vez mais as pessoas estão aí para se atropelarem com gestos e palavras, hoje impera "me, my self and i", e depois pedem um mundo melhor se nem mesmo elas fazem para que o mundo seja melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estarei eu idealizando de mais? &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/5611566584401906331-5773199076233961147?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5773199076233961147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5773199076233961147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5773199076233961147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5773199076233961147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/08/novela-do-dia-dia-i.html' title='Novela do dia a dia  I'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SKRkKuzmJZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gLRGTIR3f-s/s72-c/f_heart1m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1548305059024891218</id><published>2008-07-26T22:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:16:27.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In my eyes and in my heart...</title><content type='html'>Uma pergunta que me tem sido colocada frequentemente é se penso voltar aos Açores e se gosto de cá estar? Bem... sim ,gosto bastante de cá estar embora tudo tenha prós e contras. Sim, penso em voltar aos Açores mas para férias! Lembro que um dos pesos na balança que ditou a minha vinda para cá, foi o facto de sentir que o meio era muito fechado e apesar de gostar do meu trabalho lá, senti que queria mais e que podia fazer mais e melhor para mim e por consequência aos que me rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que aqui existe facilidade para a violência, e é verdade que lá na terra as coisas são muito mais calmas. Mas tudo tem o seu tempo e os Açores tiveram 28 anos, agora é tempo de alargar horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;Embora tenha consciencia que serei ilhéu enquanto viver... a necessidade de ver o mar e o por do sol continua cá.Por isso mesmo decidi colocar aqui algumas fotos tiradas com o telemovel. Hope you enjoy it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Açores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXYRMdGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-T9kYVzas4/s1600-h/pico+ao+luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447016493970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXYRMdGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-T9kYVzas4/s320/pico+ao+luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXaEQxVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fvkjigy074k/s1600-h/Imagem(064).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447016976598354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXaEQxVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fvkjigy074k/s320/Imagem(064).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXveRoyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fTzgpniV7FQ/s1600-h/Imagem(113).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447022722851618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXveRoyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fTzgpniV7FQ/s320/Imagem(113).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIugFCpEWuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Enpdh4YxXbQ/s1600-h/Imagem(165).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447800962505442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIugFCpEWuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Enpdh4YxXbQ/s320/Imagem(165).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIugFftahuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3xj4O9nruho/s1600-h/Imagem(167).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447808765363938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIugFftahuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3xj4O9nruho/s320/Imagem(167).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIugFWgRKWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LSYxTgMTkLk/s1600-h/Imagem(195).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227447806294305122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIugFWgRKWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LSYxTgMTkLk/s320/Imagem(195).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-1548305059024891218?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1548305059024891218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1548305059024891218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1548305059024891218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1548305059024891218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-my-eyes-and-in-my-heart.html' title='In my eyes and in my heart...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SIufXYRMdGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/g-T9kYVzas4/s72-c/pico+ao+luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5525002153131199715</id><published>2008-07-23T20:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:32:31.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao jantar</title><content type='html'>Hoje foi dos poucos dias que consegui jantar em família e passou-se uma conversa tão engraçada ao jantar, que resolvi colocá-la aqui.&lt;br /&gt;O meu avô que tem 84 anos vai todos os dias á tarde andar um pouco ou "esticar as pernas" como ele diz, e acaba sempre por ficar um pouco á conversa com uns amigos. E então,contava que ontem tinha passado um homem a falar sozinho e que ás duas por três o meu avô ( que é católico ) disse ao tal sujeito algo do género "tenha calma...Deus veio ao mundo por todos..." &lt;br /&gt;ao que o homem respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;" Deus?... Oh Sr. não existe Deus nenhum! "&lt;br /&gt;Indignado o meu avô tentando pôr algum algum bom senso na cabeça do sujeito disse: &lt;br /&gt;" Então quem é que criou o mundo??"&lt;br /&gt;Resposta: "oh Sr. foram os pedreiros! e as árvores é que se reproduziram dando assim mais vegetação! &lt;br /&gt;lol pessoalmente gostei do :"...foram os pedreiros..." lol&lt;br /&gt;Escusado será dizer que o Sr Manuel ( meu avô ) blasfemou o tal sujeito dizendo que era apenas um louco, um maluco a falar sozinho...lol&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a sensação de que o meu avô não gostaria de saber o que eu penso da religião...serei mais uma louca ...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5525002153131199715?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5525002153131199715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5525002153131199715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5525002153131199715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5525002153131199715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/ao-jantar.html' title='Ao jantar'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4908589648793342647</id><published>2008-07-21T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:35:18.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>teste</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Color Code Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Color Code: BLUE: The Social Butterfly&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/16834966438493164485.jpeg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the basics: For a more in depth analysis, I suggest you look up the Color Code, and take a more intensive test. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE MOTIVE: Intimacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE NEEDS: To be good (morally), To be understood, To be appreciated, Acceptance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE WANTS: To reveal insecurities, Quality, Autonomy, Secuirity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMARY: Blues are motivated by altruism. They love to do nice things for others. they look for opportunites to give up something in order to bring another person happiness. selflessness rather than selfishness is their guiding philosophy. Blues seek intimacy. They want to be loved and to love. A true blue will sacrifice a successful career to improve an important relationship. Blues crave being understood. They are gratified when they are listened to, when they feel understood and appreciated. Blues may have thier hearts broken more than most people, but they also spend much more time in love. Blues are directed by a strong moral conscience. They have a moral code that guides them in their decision making, their value judgements, and their leisure time. A blue would rather lose than cheat. Ethically, blues are people who should be in positions of power, but seldom are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-color-code-test"&gt;Take The Color Code Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4908589648793342647?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4908589648793342647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4908589648793342647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4908589648793342647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4908589648793342647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/teste.html' title='teste'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3429822113450349580</id><published>2008-07-20T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:20:32.123+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>Adorei esta música :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SN-GN2l-nLk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SN-GN2l-nLk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3429822113450349580?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3429822113450349580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3429822113450349580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3429822113450349580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3429822113450349580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/adorei-esta-msica.html' title='Adorei esta música :)'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2713079421423099311</id><published>2008-07-19T00:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:22:09.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 deadly sins</title><content type='html'>This was on devilmood's blog  i think i could take the time and so i did it...&lt;br /&gt;WRATH&lt;br /&gt;1. who did you last get angry with?A client.&lt;br /&gt;2. what is your weapon of choice?Sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;3. would you hit a member of the opposite sex?Usually i'm very patient, but it happened before.&lt;br /&gt;4. how about of the same sex?when i was younger, not this days.&lt;br /&gt;5. who was the last person who got really angry at you? A friend, silly things.&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your pet peeve?People that won't shut and who shout.&lt;br /&gt;7. do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?wich no arm to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;1. what is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you don't?Get up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;2. what is the latest you've ever woken up?Around 4pm. but i went late to bed!&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the last lame excuse you made?i have an headache ...( joking )... i usually dont do that!&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?Wtf?? how about in portuguese?!&lt;br /&gt;5. when was the last time you got in a good workout?My job its a good workout!&lt;br /&gt;6. how many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?I don't have an alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt; GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;1. what is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?Overpriced? None.&lt;br /&gt;2. meat eaters: white meat or dark meat??i know i shouldn't ate meat  but i'll eat everything.&lt;br /&gt;3. what is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?You got me, i had a few parties...once in awile!&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever used a professional diet company?No.&lt;br /&gt;5. do you have an issue with your weight?No.&lt;br /&gt;6. do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy?Depends...&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought "lunch"? Wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;1. how many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family):lost my count, i go nude beach's ...lol... joking! the thing is i never looked that way.&lt;br /&gt;2. how many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family):just the ones that were important.&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of the opposite gender during a normal conversation?nop! not really!&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever kissed two people in one night?No.&lt;br /&gt;5. what is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?lol not telling! ... hand's, eyes, mouth&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?No.&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;1. how many credit cards do you own?One.&lt;br /&gt;2. what's your guilty pleasure store?none&lt;br /&gt;3. would you rather be rich, or famous?Rich.&lt;br /&gt;4. would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?For a while, yes!&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever stolen anything?Yes, small things...as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;6. how many MP3s are on your hard drive?ui ui&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1. what's one thing you have done that you're most proud of?Overcoming tough times while growing up.&lt;br /&gt;2. what one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?You'll have to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;3. what things would you like to accomplish in your life?inconditional love&lt;br /&gt;4. do you get annoyed by coming in second place?I used to.&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?Idont like to compete but i know i'm got at some things..&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?Yes, that happened too...&lt;br /&gt;7. what did you do today that you're proud of?i managed to close the  store saflly&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;1. what item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?Coveting is very bad for you!&lt;br /&gt;2. who would you want to go on "trading spaces" with?hum.......&lt;br /&gt;3. if you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?No, I don't want to be anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever been cheated on?Yes&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?i usually say i«m not Angelina Jollie but i really like who i am.&lt;br /&gt;6. what inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?some time i would like to be bitchie  but i'm glad i'm not!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2713079421423099311?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2713079421423099311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2713079421423099311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2713079421423099311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2713079421423099311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-deadly-sins.html' title='7 deadly sins'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6349170017904219271</id><published>2008-07-17T23:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:28:37.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei que foi assim...</title><content type='html'>Esta história toda sobre a Lara fez-me pensar na vida após a morte. Relembro agora a regressão que fiz em casa de uma amiga, estava eu a começar a acreditar e a desenvolver mais o lado espiritual, foi uma sensação fantástica e hoje compreendo o porquê de me sentir fascinada por determinados assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança mais remota que tive foi no antigo Egipto, recordo-me de ver os guardas,e as tochas acesas nas paredes. No tempo de escola este período em particular estava-me na ponta da língua,a facilidade era tanta que chegava a tirar 19 nos testes sem estudar.&lt;br /&gt;Será que é daí que vem o facto de embirrar com com certos répteis??&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vivi no tempo das guerras entre comanches e índios, apaixonei-me por uma india que se chamava Tatanya, pelo menos soava a algo parecido com isto, era muito gira mas como amor proibido que era acabei morrendo. Hum... gostava de saber se este sinal de nascença que tenho é uma marca dessa vida passada!?&lt;br /&gt;Também fui fotógrafo, curioso que em nenhuma das regressões que fiz fui mulher...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que em outra vida recebi um coração de alguém :) senti o meu bater do coração ,forte, bastante intenso, foi lindo, nessa vida acabei me apaixonando por uma enfermeira. Já em miúda dizia que se morresse gostava de doar os meus orgãos!&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me saber o porquê de querer adoptar filhos nesta vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6349170017904219271?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6349170017904219271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6349170017904219271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6349170017904219271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6349170017904219271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/sei-que-foi-assim.html' title='Sei que foi assim...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7451575219493992309</id><published>2008-07-15T23:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:03:49.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tive vontade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SH0sTXBCo3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kvLpHZ0qaPU/s1600-h/Em+sintra+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223379853927162738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SH0sTXBCo3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kvLpHZ0qaPU/s320/Em+sintra+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tive vontade de de caminhar na areia fria ao fim da tarde,sentir os ínfimos grãos de areia entre os meus dedos,sentar-me e ficar a ver o pôr do sol.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o mar enrolar na areia e ver as pegadas ao longo do areal.Ver o casal que passeia o cão,e a senhora que tem a leitura por companhia ...&lt;br /&gt;Como cheira bem o mar!&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me ficar mais um pouco,ouvir as gaivotas e brincar com os pés na areia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-7451575219493992309?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7451575219493992309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7451575219493992309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7451575219493992309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7451575219493992309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/tive-vontade.html' title='Tive vontade...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SH0sTXBCo3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kvLpHZ0qaPU/s72-c/Em+sintra+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6947411505080120515</id><published>2008-07-15T11:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:19:21.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma noite de sono e alguma meditação acordei bem disposta, a frase para hoje será novamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           " &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar sem estragar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música para hoje  será "i will remember you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSz16ngdsG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSz16ngdsG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6947411505080120515?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6947411505080120515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6947411505080120515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6947411505080120515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6947411505080120515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5327680790169964501</id><published>2008-07-15T00:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:54:04.199+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where is love?'/><title type='text'>Pesos na balança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escrevi e apaguei, tantas linhas que já perdi a conta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentei passar ao lado do que se passou lá na terra , mas não consigo. Dei por mim a pensar num livro que li e que mandei para o lado, quando a religião tomou conta do resto do livro. O livro intitulava-se "the other side of life" de Anne Sylvia Browne, hoje custa-me a aceitar que me digam que esta vida é para aprendermos e que somos nós que escrevemos o nosso mapa, amanhã se calhar de cabeça mais fresca consiga ver o que há para aprender com a morte de Lara, e o que ela nos veio ensinar e despoletar, hoje a dor não me deixa ver o que ela veio aprender nesta vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vezes sem conta digo que o amor é a chave para tudo na vida, e que o amor está em toda a parte.Mas, em dias como o de hoje a crença desvanece, como a onda que apaga o que foi escrito na areia, também eu quero esquecer o amor em estado de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredito que tudo acontece por um motivo, por uma razão, como diz a "Profecia Celestina", embora hoje não consiga ver porquê neste caso concreto.&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;Continuo escrevendo e apagando o que escrevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a guerra constante entre os factos e a crença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5327680790169964501?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5327680790169964501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5327680790169964501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5327680790169964501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5327680790169964501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/pesos-na-balana.html' title='Pesos na balança.'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7898042458689986869</id><published>2008-07-13T22:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:59:36.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Lara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SHp5asoP6RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/owhveuSQ_uo/s1600-h/IMAG0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222620217453046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SHp5asoP6RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/owhveuSQ_uo/s320/IMAG0012.JPG" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos que conheceram a Lara, família e amigos, só posso dizer que estou chocada e sinto muito a vossa/nossa perda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheço quase toda a sua família, privei de perto com muitos de vós e apenas posso dizer, a Lara era uma menina muito divertida, super inteligente,e consciente dos factos da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas vezes as pessoas ficam olhando para mim quando digo que as pessoas viraram animais, bestas, que não conseguem nem tão pouco sabem o que é viver em sociedade!É verdade que as palavras são duras mas, o que dizer de quem tira a vida a alguém?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho vontade de falar muito mais sobre este assunto, infelizmente hoje posso dizer que compreendi os flash's que vinha tendo á três dias, e a conversa com a madrinha da Lara foi muito fotográfica. Enquanto ouvia o soluçar de quem perdia o que lhe era mais querido no mundo, por instantes estive lá onde tudo aconteceu .Gostava de poder falar mais sobre isto mas penso que este não é o momento, por respeito á família e aos amigos que deixei por terras Açorianas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-7898042458689986869?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7898042458689986869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7898042458689986869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7898042458689986869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7898042458689986869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/rip-lara.html' title='R.I.P Lara'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SHp5asoP6RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/owhveuSQ_uo/s72-c/IMAG0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-45881544759499184</id><published>2008-07-11T22:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:46.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SHfkHCbUbgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ts-fQBSVgFY/s1600-h/Em+sintra+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221893102521052674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SHfkHCbUbgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ts-fQBSVgFY/s320/Em+sintra+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei bem porquê mas comecei a pensar nas músicas que já me fizeram chorar .É bem verdade, que sou bastante emotiva, sou capaz de soltar uma lágrima pelas coisas mais parvas e incriveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro está que curiosa como sou, fiquei pensando : "que músicas marcaram as pessoas que vem ao meu blog ?" Fiquei me perguntando se... será que existe algum tipo de padrão? Será que só ficamos mais emotivos quando chegamos ao fim de um relacionamento?Será que é preciso batermos no fundo do poço para tomarmos consciência das coisas?Podia ficar aqui a noite toda a fazer perguntas ...gostava de uma troca de ideias. Aqui vai a minha lista, give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ninguém é de ninguém"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dear Mr. President"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cause to love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" A Chuva"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"angel of mine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"this i promisse you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"melancholic ballad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" won't go home without you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"your winter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"crash into me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"don't worry i'll be fine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"valentine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if tomorrow never comes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better then ice cream"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-talk-serious.html' title='Let&apos;s talk serious'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SHfkHCbUbgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ts-fQBSVgFY/s72-c/Em+sintra+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5584220577034620993</id><published>2008-07-11T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:27:07.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>relaxing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5584220577034620993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5584220577034620993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/relaxing.html' title='relaxing...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8487949025032385641</id><published>2008-07-10T23:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:43:39.015+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrology'/><title type='text'>Promissing day, tomorrow :p</title><content type='html'>The life of the party&lt;br /&gt;This is a very lighthearted time, when you should be able to relax and enjoy yourself with friends and loved ones. You will enjoy being with groups of people, and you will wish to express your feelings of affection. Your favor will extend even to the point that you want to share it with everyone. This is also a good time to go out and meet people. You will not have the fear and shyness that may sometimes make it difficult for you to encounter new people, nor will you need to worry about making a bad impression on the people you meet. This influence helps to ensure you will make a favorable impression upon everyone. If you usually enjoy being the life of the party, you will certainly have the chance to play this role now.&lt;br /&gt;The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:Venus Sextile Ascendant, , exact at 01:23  &lt;a onclick="hwin_open(400,400); return true;" href="http://www.astro.com/cgi/h.cgi?f=hhk;lang=e;h=hk2;cid=3yyfilezwEy5c-u1171398632" target="help"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;activity period from 10 July 2008 to 11 July 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8487949025032385641?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8487949025032385641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8487949025032385641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8487949025032385641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8487949025032385641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/promissing-day-tomorrow-p.html' title='Promissing day, tomorrow :p'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7021907926816172757</id><published>2008-07-09T23:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:36:32.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one :p</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent this to me, so here goes my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 1o am, i only had work at 13:30h&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Pearls&lt;br /&gt;3. Last movie you saw at the cinema? Sex, and the city&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your favorite TV show? Oprah, when my tv is on.&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? milk, coffee, cereal's...&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite cuisine? don't know ,i havent tried'em all...&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? Lapas,dobrada,anything with "coentros",i'm sure i'm forgetting something here...&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? i'm in love with this song of Nuno Guerreiro "Tento Saber"&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive?Rite now, none.&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? Tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise the most? Agressive,dark humor,Lies...&lt;br /&gt;12. Biggest fear? Not having  heart...&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Egipt, Africa,Amazónia,of course i would love the sea too... one month sailling all by my self or with one or two friends ...&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing? I buy second hand clothes whenever I can, whatever brand they are, as long as they're cute and cheap. But i must say i only have Adidas sport shoes.&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you like to retire to? Somewhere sunny, with ocean, lost of green and not alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;16. First kiss? Didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch? o name it!!&lt;br /&gt;18. Furthest place you are sending this? Pennysilvania&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Jeannet&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to send it back first? Vi&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite saying? Fantastic&lt;br /&gt;22. Morning person or a night person? Depends, i have fases&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your shoe size? 8 1/2&lt;br /&gt;24. Any new news you'd like to share with us? sorry...just work!&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want to be when you were little? a detective :p&lt;br /&gt;26. How are you today? tired&lt;br /&gt;27. When is your birthday? June 10,1978&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favorite candy? Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite flower? Rosas,cravos,lírios,gira sois, i think i like a lot of flowers&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite drink? Tea&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? the cars out side&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last thing you ate? Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your favorite color of crayons? Blueeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;34. How is the weather right now? Hot&lt;br /&gt;35. Last person you spoke to on the phone?my friend Cris&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite restaurant? Beira-Mar in Azores was my favorit , here its hard  to say...&lt;br /&gt;38. Hair color? Brown&lt;br /&gt;39. Siblings? 2&lt;br /&gt;40. Children? Adopted&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite Day of the year? Most sunny days, some rainy ones .&lt;br /&gt;42. What was your favorite toy as a child? my cousin's car's, and i used to run alot...&lt;br /&gt;43. Summer or winter? Summer&lt;br /&gt;44. Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate /vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you want your friends to email this back to you? yes&lt;br /&gt;46. When was the last time you cried? Last week&lt;br /&gt;47. What is under your bed? some toys for my kitty, and some shoes&lt;br /&gt;48. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Mário and Vi&lt;br /&gt;49. newest friend you are sending this to? since i post it in the blog... i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;50. If you went to college, where did you go and what was your major? Didn't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-7021907926816172757?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7021907926816172757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7021907926816172757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7021907926816172757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7021907926816172757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-one-p.html' title='Another one :p'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5709492533644992807</id><published>2008-07-08T21:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:41:42.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My true color...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Devilmood&lt;/span&gt;,had this little meme in her blog. 25 questions but only one word to answer each of them. Why don't you give it a go? Here's my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your cell phone? &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Your significant other? &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Your hair? &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Goddess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;me,me,me,me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Your favorite thing? &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Smilles, eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hapenned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.8. The room you're in? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your fear? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Repteil's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What you're not? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. The last thing you did before logging on? &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Where did you grow up?&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Azores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite drink? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. What are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pijama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Your TV? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your pet? &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Your computer ? &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Afterwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favourite place? &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Dornes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your mood right now? &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Day-dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Missing someone? &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.21. Something you're not wearing? &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Love someone? &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love, love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your favorite color? &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Kids? &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Adopted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. Your life? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5709492533644992807?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5709492533644992807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5709492533644992807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5709492533644992807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5709492533644992807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-true-color.html' title='My true color...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4986367869179725622</id><published>2008-07-06T01:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:16:18.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple, so simple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBVebzwVbOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBVebzwVbOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais uma do Nuno Guerreiro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confeço que não conhecia esta, mas fiquei agarrada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4986367869179725622?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4986367869179725622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4986367869179725622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4986367869179725622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSI-mTiSREs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSI-mTiSREs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ouvi esta música de novo e embarquei na viagem  do sonho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2791310886938268340?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2791310886938268340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2791310886938268340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2791310886938268340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2791310886938268340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/caador-de-sis.html' title='Caçador de sóis...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1277804424409813730</id><published>2008-07-03T23:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:32:42.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Distante , mas sentindo-os bem perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SG1hSSkXLBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hYXMqW2wXF8/s1600-h/gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218934510042164242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SG1hSSkXLBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hYXMqW2wXF8/s320/gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de entender o porquê de por vezes ser um tanto fria, distante, das pessoas que no fundo quero bem perto.Por exemplo, tenho uma amiga que sempre que nos reencontrávamos não nos despedíamos (não havia dois beijinhos e um até breve ou até á próxima), já com uma amiga recente a coisa passa-se do mesmo modo!Não compreendo o porquê do distanciamento se no fundo gosto muito de ambas.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que penso melhor sobre o assunto, realmente distancio-me das pessoas, e digo isto porque de vez em quando ouço algo do género" nunca mais deste noticias..." e geralmente vem de familiares!! Por vezes aborreço-me e digo-lhes, " não preciso de dizer todos os dias que gosto de vocês, para me lembrar de vós."&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes gosto de pensar que sou como um gato, quando tem um "brinquedo" novo brinca, brinca, brinca... até se cansar.Depois, de vez em quando vai matar saudades do seu brinquedo novo!&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente até na metáfora fui fria,mas na verdade se me tentarem impor regras,ou até mesmo pessoas, é a maneira que mais me esgueiro.Será que aprendi a gostar de estar comigo e por isso a distancia aumenta em relação aos outros?&lt;br /&gt;Não... não creio que seja isso, se calhar "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; me" o modo como cresci,as pessoas que influenciaram a menina que há em mim, provavelmente o facto de ser filha de pais divorciados também pesou na balança, se contarmos que tive de crescer á pressão, tendo muito amor da minha mãe, mas aprendendo a contar e a confiar muito mais em mim, o facto de não haver grandes famílias por perto também pode ter influenciado o facto de não sentir necessidade de ter tanto contacto com os outros e talvez por isso por vezes o ser um tanto fria , distante... não sei!Só sei que quando me dou, é uma festa, risada, boa disposição,só não sinto necessidade de o demonstrar com tanta frequência. Claro que, em um relacionamento amoroso a coisa é muito diferente... lá está, se calhar é a influencia da imagem materna, o haver uma ligação muito forte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-1277804424409813730?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1277804424409813730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1277804424409813730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1277804424409813730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1277804424409813730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/distante-mas-sentindo-os-bem-perto.html' title='Distante , mas sentindo-os bem perto...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SG1hSSkXLBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hYXMqW2wXF8/s72-c/gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4768177122048259152</id><published>2008-07-01T14:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:02:06.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just  think</title><content type='html'>Por vezes quando estou só penso nas coisas que me foram ditas ou que presenciei durante o dia e a maior parte das vezes acho que as pessoas julgam demais e por isso é difícil haver harmonia...&lt;br /&gt;Porque são as pessoas tão desconfiadas? porque não dão algum crédito ao ser que está perante elas?Porque é que há sempre uma segunda intenção por detrás de um gesto bonito? Serão as "feridas de guerra" a falar ?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém disse « more you judge, less you love »&lt;br /&gt;Concordo plenamente com este sábio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4768177122048259152?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4768177122048259152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4768177122048259152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4768177122048259152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4768177122048259152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-think.html' title='just  think'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4444551154546999624</id><published>2008-07-01T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:42:46.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leona lewis'/><title type='text'>Primeira música do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCEXdx3csig&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCEXdx3csig&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4444551154546999624?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4444551154546999624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4444551154546999624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4444551154546999624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4444551154546999624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/07/primeira-msica-do-dia.html' title='Primeira música do dia'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8758359641604753637</id><published>2008-06-30T13:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:21:43.601+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Quem tem amigos tem tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SGjd0pMA61I/AAAAAAAAAOs/JZvrNDB70uA/s1600-h/novo+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217664064787901266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SGjd0pMA61I/AAAAAAAAAOs/JZvrNDB70uA/s320/novo+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...that's why you need friendships that are real...",esta é uma citação do filme "o sexo e a cidade". Realmente há alturas em que precisamos de um ombro amigo, e muitas vezes essas amizades começam pelas coisas mais frívolas... vou explicar melhor, tenho um amigo,que apesar de colegas de turma nunca tínhamos falado a não ser por trabalhos de grupo.Dia vai, dia vem , e veio falar comigo, na altura fiquei um tanto surpresa, até porque a conversa começou do género " olá, preciso falar contigo, bem sei que não nos conhecemos mas... sei que já passaste por uma situação semelhante e neste momento preciso falar com alguém que compreenda o que estou a passar..."&lt;br /&gt;E como o compreendia... ser filho/a de pais divorciados tem o seu peso, especialmente quando o divorcio ainda está em processo!&lt;br /&gt;De simples colegas de turma passámos a ser «o roque e a amiga», quantas vezes ouvi os seus receios, problemas, e vice versa?!&lt;br /&gt;Também nos aborrecemos uma vez ou duas, mas porque a amizade é verdadeira tudo passou ao lado. Para além deste amigo, também tenho uma amiga dos tempos de escola, mas por circunstancias da vida ficamos algum tempo sem falar.Curiosamente retomamos contacto quando terminei um relacionamento que acreditava ser para toda a vida,foram dias difíceis, mas por eles e com eles as coisas melhoraram , foram os ombros que necessitei!&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a Vi e o M. os meus melhores amigos,e a relação que mantemos é individual, ou seja, com o M. sinto uma relação de irmão, do género, com ele é mais diversão,cumplicidade,de vez em quando uns copos (coisas mais masculinas), com a Vi é mais Zen, também cometemos maluqueiras, mas na nossa relação a ligação é diferente , diria mesmo ,mais espiritual! Acontece por vezes no meu dia a dia pensar nela ou sentir que está triste ou ter um flash com ela, quando conseguimos falar existe muito aquela frase: " também estava a pensar em ti..."&lt;br /&gt;É giro estas ligações, por vezes digo que com o M. tenho uma vida passada a papel químico,e com a Vi uma ligação de vidas passadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8758359641604753637?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8758359641604753637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8758359641604753637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8843791784621227250</id><published>2008-06-29T23:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:51:31.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sexta -feira à noite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG764bkn26w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bG764bkn26w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8843791784621227250?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8843791784621227250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8843791784621227250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8843791784621227250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8843791784621227250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/sexta-feira-noite.html' title='sexta -feira à noite....'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7125824066962971850</id><published>2008-06-26T19:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:35:40.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje o cansaço bateu-me á porta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas, não veio só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Junto com ele veio a saudade,a saudade de ti... de mim e de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudade de ti porque esse azul hipnotiza-me,relaxa-me,e faz-me sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudade de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudade de nós , porque aqui o mar é diferente,não é calmo e nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;límpido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu dava agora para mergulhar em ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suster a respiração e ir fundo... mais fundo ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e só voltar quando a tua calma me deixasse serena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quis&lt;/span&gt; um dia morar numa concha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e hoje é a concha que mora em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quis&lt;/span&gt; um dia ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marinheiro&lt;/span&gt;, e hoje não sei viver sem ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5611566584401906331-7125824066962971850?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7125824066962971850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7125824066962971850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7125824066962971850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7125824066962971850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/mar.html' title='Mar'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4219715140320007810</id><published>2008-06-25T23:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:09:18.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperta, mas cansada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SGLP7DxBTeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P9QM6trV0mg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215959931978599906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SGLP7DxBTeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P9QM6trV0mg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto que preciso de férias, necessito de um retiro... sinto falta daquelas caminhadas em Dornes, apaixonei-me por aquele verde e pela imagem do rio,azul. Enquanto escrevia azul, tive um flash, por momentos viajei pelo azul do céu e a leve brisa tocou-me a face e ficou a sensação de agrado,diria mesmo felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Embora me sinta cansada,também sinto que nestas ultimas semanas tenho andado com mais vitalidade,como se uma força interior me empurrasse para a vida ...Parece um pouco confuso o que acabei de dizer mas não consigo descrever de outro modo aquilo que sinto.&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/5611566584401906331-4219715140320007810?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4219715140320007810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4219715140320007810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4219715140320007810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4219715140320007810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/desperta-mas-cansada.html' title='Desperta, mas cansada.'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SGLP7DxBTeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P9QM6trV0mg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8236451273283227417</id><published>2008-06-24T00:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:26:39.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw0YeT0nJ3A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw0YeT0nJ3A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ouvi esta música e fiquei apaixonada, entra no ouvido e é dificil deixar de  a trautear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8236451273283227417?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8236451273283227417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8236451273283227417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8236451273283227417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8236451273283227417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouvi-esta-msica-e-fiquei-apaixonada.html' title=''/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8737240889192208965</id><published>2008-06-20T00:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:31:16.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"loosing the light"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por vezes penso que estou "loosing the light" e provavelmente até estou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Uma vez que com tanto trabalho, tanto stress, mal  tenho tempo para meditar e há dias que já é fácil atingirem-me, tirarem-me do sério,e já começo a desbaratar com as pessoas... enfim, não consigo ficar pávida e serena quando estão gesticulando para mim, quando me apontam o dedo e dizem «...tu isto..., tu aquilo...», e pior que isto é sentir que me estão tentando encurralar, se me sinto pressionada já não me afasto para as coisas acalmarem, pelo contrário, fico ali levando a luta até ao fim! O que me entristece é quando tudo isto acontece com alguém com quem até privo, alguém que já teve intimidade comigo e hoje dificilmente conseguimos dissertar acerca do que quer que seja!  Gostava de não ter dito o que disse, mas agora é tarde e resta-me aprender a lição e voltar a encontrar o meu centro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguém disse:"less u judge ,more u love"  e não posso discordar com uma única palavra, realmente quanto mais nós julgamos,apontamos o dedo, menos amamos, não deixamos o ser que está diante de nós mostrar todo o seu valor, toda a sua beleza interior, toda a sua divindade.&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/5611566584401906331-8737240889192208965?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8737240889192208965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8737240889192208965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8737240889192208965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8737240889192208965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/loosing-light.html' title='&quot;loosing the light&quot;'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3762221670453430348</id><published>2008-06-18T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:59:32.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidário de um desejo</title><content type='html'>Este foi o desejo ás 22h :p&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SFmE6sAoNSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/le4tZlj4N48/s1600-h/sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213344187439133986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SFmE6sAoNSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/le4tZlj4N48/s320/sundae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3762221670453430348?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3762221670453430348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3762221670453430348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3762221670453430348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3762221670453430348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/solidrio-de-um-desejo.html' title='Solidário de um desejo'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SFmE6sAoNSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/le4tZlj4N48/s72-c/sundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8075642185036784017</id><published>2008-06-11T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:02:19.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por vezes é assim que começa...</title><content type='html'>Este é amor que me corre nas veias&lt;br /&gt;e noite após noite, trás mais solidão,&lt;br /&gt;é um amor que me contamina e envenena&lt;br /&gt;e fortalece o desejo de te querer embalar.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que te quero ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;pois teu amor é como um vicio que já não quero deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Mente-me, condena-me, seduz-me, enlouquece-me,entrega-te ao delírio&lt;br /&gt;pois esta noite estás comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8075642185036784017?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8075642185036784017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8075642185036784017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8075642185036784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8075642185036784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-vezes-assim-que-comea.html' title='Por vezes é assim que começa...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6495658739146332427</id><published>2008-06-10T23:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:57:40.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SE8G1i9HYNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TdKL277NoqA/s1600-h/thank+u.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210390810876928210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SE8G1i9HYNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TdKL277NoqA/s320/thank+u.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is for you ,Sue !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the most original email for my birthday :) i loved it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love You muah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6495658739146332427?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6495658739146332427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6495658739146332427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6495658739146332427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6495658739146332427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-sue.html' title='For Sue'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SE8G1i9HYNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TdKL277NoqA/s72-c/thank+u.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4072235763498027253</id><published>2008-06-10T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:00:23.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SE5QkywJIuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/77r9KMsbVhc/s1600-h/catcupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210190411943453410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SE5QkywJIuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/77r9KMsbVhc/s320/catcupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4072235763498027253?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4072235763498027253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4072235763498027253&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4072235763498027253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4072235763498027253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me:)'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SE5QkywJIuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/77r9KMsbVhc/s72-c/catcupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-338135227293598431</id><published>2008-06-09T10:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:58:24.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em véspera de aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje em véspera de aniversário não me sinto afectada por oficialmente estar com mais um ano!Até porque de hoje para amanhã será apenas mais um dia :P  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penso hoje no que mudou em um ano e fico orgulhosa pelos feitos alcançados, se pensarmos bem, á um ano atrás tinha chegado dos Açores á pouco mais de três meses, estava desempregada, e por mais incrível que pareça fiquei desempregada seis meses, o meu ego estava um pouco em baixo nessa altura, depois arranjei trabalho, e em sete meses mostrei o meu valor e hoje posso dizer que a minha estrelinha da sorte nunca me abandonou, e sim é verdade tudo acontece por uma razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segue a tua jornada!!&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/5611566584401906331-338135227293598431?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/338135227293598431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=338135227293598431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/338135227293598431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/338135227293598431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/em-vspera-de-aniversrio.html' title='Em véspera de aniversário'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3208492280267369902</id><published>2008-06-08T22:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:33:49.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte de amar'/><title type='text'>O teu calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExQLlXO9JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/to-TCoPlhIo/s1600-h/_corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209627028899165330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExQLlXO9JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/to-TCoPlhIo/s320/_corazon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queria que estivesses aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talvez assim não me sentisse tão sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oje preciso de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque hoje me sinto menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moras nos meus sonhos e nas minhas memórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Embalas-me com essa voz quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passas-me a mão na testa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abraças-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dizes que estás aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então finalmente adormeço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5611566584401906331-3208492280267369902?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3208492280267369902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3208492280267369902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3208492280267369902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3208492280267369902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-teu-calor.html' title='O teu calor'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExQLlXO9JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/to-TCoPlhIo/s72-c/_corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5726600184188334117</id><published>2008-06-08T22:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:12:57.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExLNeZMYoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J9YemAqVmVc/s1600-h/Moon_Woman_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209621563829936770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExLNeZMYoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J9YemAqVmVc/s320/Moon_Woman_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje preciso de ti com qualquer sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje preciso ouvir qualquer frase exagerada que me faça rir...&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/5611566584401906331-5726600184188334117?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5726600184188334117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5726600184188334117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5726600184188334117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5726600184188334117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExLNeZMYoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J9YemAqVmVc/s72-c/Moon_Woman_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2659240292659401757</id><published>2008-06-08T21:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:05:23.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Dia difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExJUaW-ATI/AAAAAAAAANw/SxHO3pbom1E/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209619483982692658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExJUaW-ATI/AAAAAAAAANw/SxHO3pbom1E/s320/anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele há dias quem pensamos se devíamos ter saído da cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje fui com C. ao Parque das Nações, estava tudo bem até começar o stress, ás vezes fico com a sensação de que procura uma briga, até parece que fica me provocando até ver onde vai o meu lado zen, livra que por vezes dialogar fica difícil.E para arrematar a conversa ainda diz:" está visto que esta será a última vez que saímos" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas voltas ao cérebro e dá mesmo vontade de dizer:" e se fosses passear?!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não, a otária aqui fica levando tudo nas calmas, fico com muita vontade de riscar esta figura do meu quotidiano, mas a verdade é que quando não existem estes stresses, até nos divertimos bastante. Mas por vezes fico sem saber o que fazer com esta figura porque não é a primeira vez que vai e vem como a maré,drena a minha energia e fico exausta com tanta birra . &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/5611566584401906331-2659240292659401757?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2659240292659401757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2659240292659401757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2659240292659401757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2659240292659401757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-difcil.html' title='Dia difícil...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SExJUaW-ATI/AAAAAAAAANw/SxHO3pbom1E/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2026331455109808352</id><published>2008-06-05T21:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:49:01.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eis a razão</title><content type='html'>Perguntaram-se porque não ando escrevendo, e a verdade é que a  cabeça anda tão ocupada com outros assuntos também importantes e também porque as últimas vezes que aqui vim não consegui escrever nada, faço a sopa de letras e depois como-a... os melhores textos foram sempre inspirados em alguém ou por amor ou por dor,foram para pessoas que de algum modo fizeram de mim melhor pessoa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2026331455109808352?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2026331455109808352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2026331455109808352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2026331455109808352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2026331455109808352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/eis-razo.html' title='Eis a razão'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-3496833768438042530</id><published>2008-06-05T16:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:15:42.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for loving me</title><content type='html'>Hoje não sei bem porquê mas deu-me para ouvir uma música que fez parte da minha juventude, "tank you for loving me" dos Bon Jovi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-3496833768438042530?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/3496833768438042530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=3496833768438042530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3496833768438042530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/3496833768438042530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-for-loving-me.html' title='Thank you for loving me'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8959731310438418976</id><published>2008-05-29T00:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:09:48.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>belive me, this is who i am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos últimos tempos tenho recebido algumas queixas... "não ligo nenhuma", "não apareço","já não ouvia de ti á muito tempo"... coisas deste género,e muitas das vezes estes comentários vem por parte da família e de alguns amigos recentes. Ora bem, hoje vou tirar algum tempo para que percebam que ando ocupada com trabalho e abracei um projecto que quero muito, e desde que vim dos Açores senti que era importante para mim vingar no trabalho, ganhar alguma estabilidade e em um ano penso que consegui pequenas grandes coisas para o meu futuro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me conhece bem ,sabe que ,vivo do amor , da amizade e que nunca fez o meu género andar sempre em cima, telefonar a toda a hora, dizer amo-te a toda a hora,(acredito nas palavras sentidas, o que é rotineiro soa exigência)...por favor acordem, essa não sou eu!Sou mais o género gato! Dona do meu nariz, quando tenho um brinquedo novo é brincar até cansar,carinhosa e amiga quando tem de ser,sei onde pertenço,mas por acreditar no amor em estado de amor, não tenho que estar a dizer a toda a hora amo isto ou aquilo!Se passar a ligar a toda a hora isso quer dizer que me lembro ou que sou uma chata?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não preciso comer um chocolate a toda a hora para saber qual o seu sabor, não preciso de ver o por do sol todos os dias para saber que ele existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Belive me this is who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8959731310438418976?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8959731310438418976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8959731310438418976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8959731310438418976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8959731310438418976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/belive-me-this-is-who-i-am.html' title='belive me, this is who i am...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6701545593205373391</id><published>2008-05-27T23:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:07:56.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in my eyes...</title><content type='html'>Hoje fechei-me no meu mundo, aquele que só manda o coração, aquele que é amor e deixei-me levar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6701545593205373391?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6701545593205373391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6701545593205373391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6701545593205373391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6701545593205373391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-my-eyes.html' title='in my eyes...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-212436160296415399</id><published>2008-05-27T23:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:15:36.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Amei-te para sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDyH4MMXtaI/AAAAAAAAANo/UCAfjHxI3Oc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184668748985762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDyH4MMXtaI/AAAAAAAAANo/UCAfjHxI3Oc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite cai,&lt;br /&gt;vejo-me aqui sozinha e penso:&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis o destino que ficasses desse lado do Oceano&lt;br /&gt;E foste-te como a leve brisa que apaga a chama da vela no bolo de aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vezes sem conta quis morrer,&lt;br /&gt;e morri...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje habita aqui alguém, mas alguém que um dia viveu só para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite cai,&lt;br /&gt;vejo-me aqui sozinha e penso:&lt;br /&gt;Foi melhor assim,&lt;br /&gt;Porque para renascer é preciso morrer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-212436160296415399?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/212436160296415399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=212436160296415399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/212436160296415399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/212436160296415399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/amei-te-para-sempre.html' title='Amei-te para sempre...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDyH4MMXtaI/AAAAAAAAANo/UCAfjHxI3Oc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-2781165947668832169</id><published>2008-05-27T00:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:48:39.485+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embaraço'/><title type='text'>De megafone no bolso ...</title><content type='html'>Ele há dias em que as palavras saem á socapa e quando damos por nós quase que está a barraca montada!! &lt;br /&gt;Então aqui vai...&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao trabalho por volta das 13:15, falei com o gerente e a colega que ficaria no turno comigo de permanência, entre blá, blás lá fui organizando os meus afazeres e por volta as 14:30 lá fui ao banco e no regresso á loja,estava o caos instalado,clientes e clientes a necessitar de ajuda e logo me prontifiquei na assistência.Depois de atender três clientes de uma só vez, vem de encontro a mim um senhor já aos gritos, delicadamente pedi-lhe que aguardasse um pouco que assim que terminasse a cliente que estava atendendo logo iria ter com ele... Bem!!Que fui eu dizer ao cavalheiro que cada vez berrava mais nos meus limpos ouvidos?&lt;br /&gt;A cliente que estava atendendo fugiu e eu ali ao lado do megafone.Lá fui acompanhar o senhor ao destino e o homem sempre a berrar,não é que me saiu algo do género.&lt;br /&gt; " diga, diga porque até nem sou surda nem nada..." &lt;br /&gt;Espantado o homem respondeu: " o quê? " ao qual remediei com um "diga, diga... peço desculpa é que eu ouço um pouco mal..."&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que se passou só sei que o senhor acalmou, e a menina S a pensar que bem que tinha rematado a conversa.&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente que estas coisas não acontecem diariamente, não conseguiria viver comigo...Depois disto ainda vou abrir o horóscopo e dizia que hoje estaria sobre a influencia de blá, blá, blá e que me sentiria impelida a fazer coisas pouco comuns... e esta hein?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-2781165947668832169?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/2781165947668832169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=2781165947668832169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2781165947668832169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/2781165947668832169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-megafone-no-bolso.html' title='De megafone no bolso ...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-592957529916157421</id><published>2008-05-22T15:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:21:09.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje me sinto assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nova barra de video, talvez porque este é o meu estado de espirito hoje... esta música é muito profunda!! Obrigado Leona Lewis por esta bela canção" footprints in the sand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além do video deixo também este poema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Ao pé de ti fico mudo,&lt;br /&gt;Fitando esse teu olhar:&lt;br /&gt;Quando os olhos dizem tudo&lt;br /&gt;P'ra que há-de a boca falar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo, mar de abrolhos,&lt;br /&gt;Um triste sonho me embala&lt;br /&gt;Ao ler nos teus lindos olhos&lt;br /&gt;O que a tua boca cala...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in "inéditos" António Aleixo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-592957529916157421?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/592957529916157421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=592957529916157421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/592957529916157421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/592957529916157421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/porque-hoje-me-sinto-assim.html' title='Porque hoje me sinto assim...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-8732310376209060487</id><published>2008-05-20T23:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:08:05.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amar'/><title type='text'>Let's talk about you and i...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDNZfLm6JHI/AAAAAAAAANM/UOJbcEMVhgA/s1600-h/dewspiderweb1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202600386769855602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDNZfLm6JHI/AAAAAAAAANM/UOJbcEMVhgA/s320/dewspiderweb1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despi-me dos meus medos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tal como sonhei a coisa aconteceu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abri meu coração e agora já não dói tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disseste o que tinha que ser dito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E chorei, não sei se de alívio ou se de menina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-8732310376209060487?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/8732310376209060487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=8732310376209060487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8732310376209060487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/8732310376209060487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-talk-about-you-and-i.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about you and i...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDNZfLm6JHI/AAAAAAAAANM/UOJbcEMVhgA/s72-c/dewspiderweb1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-7173765488171991040</id><published>2008-05-20T14:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:55:42.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Sonhando e pensando em ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDLYTrm6JFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QHD0s-jC_mQ/s1600-h/_feb07astral-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458352201376850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDLYTrm6JFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QHD0s-jC_mQ/s320/_feb07astral-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho sonhado contigo já faz duas noites consecutivas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhh ... tento conter esta vontade desenfreada que tenho de te voltar a ver, mas até em sonhos vens ter comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Digo para mim que não me estou a apaixonar e que isso não pode nem deve acontecer mas, na verdade quanto mais me tento distanciar, mais próximo me sinto de ti! Raios !! É bom o meu lado Zen e tal , o amar sem pedir nada em troca, mas há dias que a ansiedade se apodera do corpo e da alma e sinto esta vontade de te voltar a ver, e sentir o teu perfume bem de perto.Nem sei qual é o teu perfume da manhã, mas lembro-me perfeitamente do primeiro dia em que te vi, cheiravas muito bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero perder o meu lado tímido...e conseguir dizer-te estas linhas que acabei de escrever...&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/5611566584401906331-7173765488171991040?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/7173765488171991040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=7173765488171991040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7173765488171991040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/7173765488171991040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/sonhando-e-pensando-em-ti.html' title='Sonhando e pensando em ti...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SDLYTrm6JFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QHD0s-jC_mQ/s72-c/_feb07astral-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-1857828375934208203</id><published>2008-05-18T23:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:48:25.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogos de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixando entrar devagarinho quem eu não conheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desmancho a defesa e digo que o perigo já era, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dou por mim a pensar no jogo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt;-de começar...&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;Entro em campo sem medos,e por entre cumprimentos e galhardetes lá vamos trocando olhares , como que analisando qual o ponto fraco ou até mesmo o elo mais forte.&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;A primeira parte passou correndo, foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;agradável&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; deu por nada, começa a segunda parte e as investidas constantes da equipa visitante quase que deixam por terra os meus sonhos Lusitanos... Chega o final do jogo e ambos saímos de cabeça erguida do campo pois existe uma segunda mão.&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-1857828375934208203?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/1857828375934208203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=1857828375934208203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1857828375934208203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/1857828375934208203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/jogos-de-amor.html' title='Jogos de amor...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6910136757632824</id><published>2008-05-14T23:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:57:57.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem um pouco mais perto...</title><content type='html'>Chega-te mais próximo e aconchega-te em meu agraço...&lt;br /&gt;Sente o que te dou ,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de amor, em estado de amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6910136757632824?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6910136757632824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6910136757632824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6910136757632824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6910136757632824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/vem-um-pouco-mais-perto.html' title='Vem um pouco mais perto...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5758040129870147938</id><published>2008-05-13T11:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:19:08.215+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dont love you'/><title type='text'>Basta!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao som de "My Chemical Romance" escrevo este Post, penso que esta música é perfeita para romper, quebrar laços,"i don't love you". Não que eu esteja precisando romper laços com ninguém, mas este estado de espírito faz-me quebrar velhos habitos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que gostem do video , até breve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5758040129870147938?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5758040129870147938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5758040129870147938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5758040129870147938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5758040129870147938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/basta.html' title='Basta!!'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5194257235852607126</id><published>2008-05-11T11:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:43:44.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen e a arte de amar'/><title type='text'>"Zen e a arte de amar"</title><content type='html'>Separarmos aquilo de que gostamos daquilo de que não gostamos é uma doença da mente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Sosan Ganchi Zenji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5194257235852607126?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5194257235852607126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5194257235852607126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5194257235852607126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5194257235852607126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/zen-e-arte-de-amar.html' title='&quot;Zen e a arte de amar&quot;'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6028538094625039994</id><published>2008-05-10T12:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:14:31.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguicite aguda</title><content type='html'>Hoje não há muita vontade de deixar o conforto do lar e rumar ao trabalho!!&lt;br /&gt;Não por aqui se estar em boa companhia mas sim porque a preguicite aguda se apoderou  da razão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6028538094625039994?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6028538094625039994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6028538094625039994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6028538094625039994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6028538094625039994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/preguicite-aguda.html' title='Preguicite aguda'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-4629237328179189700</id><published>2008-05-09T22:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:56:10.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realize'/><title type='text'>Realizing...</title><content type='html'>Hoje só me apetece ouvir  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt; " Realize" , esta música é muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; e ajuda a por a cabeça em dia... embora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; ajude a relaxar,especialmente naqueles dias que parecem ter 365 dias!&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece a música aqui vai o link ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQnhVgPr-NU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQnhVgPr-NU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-4629237328179189700?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/4629237328179189700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=4629237328179189700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4629237328179189700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/4629237328179189700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/realizing.html' title='Realizing...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-5639234864125527863</id><published>2008-05-06T08:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:07:00.724+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>thinking of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SCAQbCCRlaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RJxaBPg7Xiw/s1600-h/saudade_foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197172026574476706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SCAQbCCRlaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RJxaBPg7Xiw/s320/saudade_foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke up this morning thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you're there and I’m here, and I’ve been feeling this connection a few times now, but then comes the distance that push us apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the funny thing is that i want to get to know you better and i know you want it too, and some how we see ourselves pushed together and the worst of it is that rite now i can't go there and you can't come here and we are left in this wishful thoughts, “if I was there we both would feel better”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like we’re playing hit and run and all we want is to get closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5639234864125527863?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/5639234864125527863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=5639234864125527863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5639234864125527863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/5639234864125527863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/05/thinking-of-you.html' title='thinking of you'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SCAQbCCRlaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/RJxaBPg7Xiw/s72-c/saudade_foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-954846578227687493</id><published>2008-05-04T19:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:52:05.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a próxima...</title><content type='html'>Hoje aconteceu-me uma coisa engraçada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certamente já vos aconteceu estarem no vosso local de trabalho e conhecerem alguém muito interessante e que em segundos vos dá a volta á cabeça e a conversa vai rolando e não sais dali com um numero de telefone se não quiseres... bem! foi um momento muito agradável e já me arrependi por não ter ficado com aquele numero de telefone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para a próxima como deverei agir? hum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Vou de cabeça e só paro quando chegar á parede!!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)Corada digo : " Apareça mais vezes ;)" ou "Bebe um café?" lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) Mostro que sou profissional!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-954846578227687493?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/954846578227687493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-6248293744689582294</id><published>2008-04-26T19:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:31:48.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SBN0iiCRlYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m6eGXopUcyA/s1600-h/novo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193622931889034626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SBN0iiCRlYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m6eGXopUcyA/s320/novo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro cactos, estes são apenas alguns da mais recente gama para Évora... são tão giros:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-6248293744689582294?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/feeds/6248293744689582294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611566584401906331&amp;postID=6248293744689582294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6248293744689582294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611566584401906331/posts/default/6248293744689582294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azorenbluewater.blogspot.com/2008/04/cactos.html' title='Cactos...'/><author><name>deepbluewater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01004819752663596048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SwinwnBmUPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lK7EXLcRMBc/S220/novo+036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/SBN0iiCRlYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m6eGXopUcyA/s72-c/novo+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611566584401906331.post-9157502888653357488</id><published>2008-04-06T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:53:13.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nova loja'/><title type='text'>Passo a passo III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/R_iWECyDjdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Qs-egnQ2_xk/s1600-h/%C3%A9vora+montagem+sw+loja+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186059967127588306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3mgimBj_OOE/R_iWECyDjdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Qs-egnQ2_xk/s320/%C3%A9vora+montagem+sw+loja+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611566584401906331-5597438325438549405?l=azorenbluewater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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