<?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-3978423273609435801</id><updated>2011-09-13T15:22:31.622+01:00</updated><category term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Sentir as cores da vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Ser feliz é fazer de cada minuto, um momento especial.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-7771031168161911445</id><published>2011-09-13T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:22:31.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Qdqhn1NHsc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-7771031168161911445?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7771031168161911445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/7771031168161911445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/7771031168161911445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3Qdqhn1NHsc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-7777506949047126658</id><published>2011-09-11T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:52:09.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda a historia tem um fim, mas na vida cada final é um novo começo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509088379930790210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/THQ2sXIByUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LvnOSNUFJKM/s200/amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passou mais um ano! Este dia, é e será sempre o nosso dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para te amar bastou um olhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora para te esquecer, por mais longe que o meu espírito alcance, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não vai tão longe quanto o que sinto no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Amarte-ei sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-4650059895954590844?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4650059895954590844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-nosso-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/4650059895954590844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/4650059895954590844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-nosso-dia.html' title='O nosso dia'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/THQ2sXIByUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LvnOSNUFJKM/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-6472963463980645528</id><published>2010-05-02T11:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:48:03.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/S91Z7kok42I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0zwjHB8zyts/s1600/HPIM8151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466624402678670178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/S91Z7kok42I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0zwjHB8zyts/s200/HPIM8151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para todas as mães,desejo um Feliz dia da Mâe, com uma citação de Guy Maupassant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amamos as nossas MÃES quase sem o saber e só nos damos conta da profundidade das raizes desse Amor no Momento da separação".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe estarás para sempre no meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/3978423273609435801-6472963463980645528?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6472963463980645528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-da-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/6472963463980645528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/6472963463980645528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-da-mae.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/S91Z7kok42I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0zwjHB8zyts/s72-c/HPIM8151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-257440139901620104</id><published>2010-02-20T16:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:49:54.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/S4AJKhOjesI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qtGb32DhVcM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440358426186316482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/S4AJKhOjesI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qtGb32DhVcM/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha algum tempo que não passo por aqui, no entanto a vida tem sido colorida com "MOMENTOS" especiais tanto para mim, como para com os que me são próximos Momentos de partilha de afectos com amigos com quem me sinto bem, momentos especiais para o meu filhote "quido" que fez a sua 2ª exposição, da qual consta a foto dele com o Pai que desenhou com 4 anos. Vou pintando a vida com varias cores e um dia de cada vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-257440139901620104?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/257440139901620104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-algum-tempo-que-nao-passo-por-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/257440139901620104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/257440139901620104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-algum-tempo-que-nao-passo-por-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/S4AJKhOjesI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qtGb32DhVcM/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-8385359791011771987</id><published>2009-11-19T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:45:01.625Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SwXJcrOBdoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n9CxpWO1rYo/s1600/David+jr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405948422203209346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SwXJcrOBdoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n9CxpWO1rYo/s200/David+jr..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Milagre da vida, Nasceu o Bebé David Lindo, que a vida lhe sorria e os anjos o protejam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-8385359791011771987?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8385359791011771987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-milagre-da-vida-nasceu-o-bebe-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/8385359791011771987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/8385359791011771987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-milagre-da-vida-nasceu-o-bebe-david.html' title=''/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SwXJcrOBdoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n9CxpWO1rYo/s72-c/David+jr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-1433595606597433559</id><published>2009-11-03T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:08:48.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Sala MIMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SvCaL9q1z_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RP6bUJDOyJw/s1600-h/HPIM7900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985483540713458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SvCaL9q1z_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RP6bUJDOyJw/s200/HPIM7900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir as cores dos amigos e as cores de quem nós gostamos, faz-me sentir bem.... Senti-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pequenininha ao ver todos aqueles que passaram pela minha vida e que ajudei a crescer. As cores dos olhos tinham um brilhozinho especial e sentir os abraços fez-me sentir muito bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada meus amigos grandes e pequeninos, por este momento especial na SALA MIMO.&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/3978423273609435801-1433595606597433559?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1433595606597433559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/sala-mimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/1433595606597433559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/1433595606597433559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/sala-mimo.html' title='Sala MIMO'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SvCaL9q1z_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RP6bUJDOyJw/s72-c/HPIM7900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-1331673657604897446</id><published>2009-10-18T21:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:51:07.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento da Prima Paula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/Stt3zOudHaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O_8hPnSCaBg/s1600-h/casamento+Paula+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394036700716277154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/Stt3zOudHaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O_8hPnSCaBg/s200/casamento+Paula+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prima Paula e Pedro, estava tudo muito bonito, no momento que partilharam com todos os amigos e familia, senti a presença da pessoa especial, que gostaria de partilhar o momento convosco. Paula quero dizer-lhe que para essa pessoa, tambem era especial, e que se sentiria feliz por este momento e onde estiver torcerá pela vossa felecidade. Obrigada aos dois por terem permitido participar no vosso momento de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-1331673657604897446?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1331673657604897446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/casamento-da-prima-paula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/1331673657604897446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/1331673657604897446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/casamento-da-prima-paula.html' title='Casamento da Prima Paula'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/Stt3zOudHaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/O_8hPnSCaBg/s72-c/casamento+Paula+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-177082871368050964</id><published>2009-09-19T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:06:33.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SrVSg7pOaJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/05zl5RtX83A/s1600-h/Nanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383299655311190162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SrVSg7pOaJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/05zl5RtX83A/s200/Nanda.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estive algum tempo ausente, muita coisa mudou, tenho mais um ano, mudei de local de trabalho, ou seja para mais perto de casa, mas as amizades que conquistei perduram para sempre na minha vida. Cada passo,  uma caminhada em frente... cada dia... um momento... uma nova cor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E bom sentir que não estamos sós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigada Sofia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada João, por me teres preparado uma surpresa nos meus anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estava delecioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Pai, por a lembrança que fizeste especialmente para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Mana por estares sempre presente na minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada à Ana, Beto, Gabriela, e a todos o que fazem parte da minha vida, por existirem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazem- me sentir vontade de acordar todos os dias.&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/3978423273609435801-177082871368050964?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/177082871368050964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/estou-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/177082871368050964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/177082871368050964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/estou-aqui.html' title='Estou aqui'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SrVSg7pOaJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/05zl5RtX83A/s72-c/Nanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-7174136226622358662</id><published>2009-08-24T12:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:03:35.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças e memorias deste dia..."a nossa união"</title><content type='html'>Quando penso em ti me sinto a flutuar,&lt;br /&gt;me sinto nas nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;tocar as estrelas, morar no céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento apenas superar&lt;br /&gt;a imensa saudade que me arrasa o coração,&lt;br /&gt;mas, que vem junto com as doces lembranças do teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me dos momentos&lt;br /&gt;em que juntos nosso amor se conjugava&lt;br /&gt;numa só pessoa, nós ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É através desse tal sentimento, a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;que sobrevivo quando estou longe de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o alimento do amor que  se encontra distante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delicadeza de tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;contrasta com a imensidão do teu sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Meu ciúme se abranda com tuas juras&lt;br /&gt;e promessas de amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longa distância apenas serve para unir o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade serve para me dar&lt;br /&gt;a absoluta certeza de que ficaremos para sempre unidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste momento de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;quando penso em ti,&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo está ferido no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;e acho que não tenho mais forças para continuar;&lt;br /&gt;eis que surge tua doce presença,&lt;br /&gt;com o esplendor de um anjo;&lt;br /&gt;e me envolvendo como uma suave brisa aconchegante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso acontece porque te amo e penso em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-7174136226622358662?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7174136226622358662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/lembrancas-e-memorias-deste-diaa-nossa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/7174136226622358662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/7174136226622358662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/lembrancas-e-memorias-deste-diaa-nossa.html' title='Lembranças e memorias deste dia...&quot;a nossa união&quot;'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-2711249638270866730</id><published>2009-08-02T18:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:19:24.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As cores da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SnXYjEFYd4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DX1JDaxkmVw/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365432627985151874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SnXYjEFYd4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DX1JDaxkmVw/s200/flor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Não pude escolher aqueles que me trouxeram ao mundo, mas posso escolher os meus Amigos. E nessa busca empenho a minha própria alma, pois com uma Amizade Verdadeira, a vida torna-se mais simples, mais rica e mais bela…”&lt;br /&gt;Charlie chaplin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-2711249638270866730?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2711249638270866730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-cores-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/2711249638270866730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/2711249638270866730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-cores-da-vida.html' title='As cores da vida'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SnXYjEFYd4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/DX1JDaxkmVw/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-2252114592509875420</id><published>2009-07-21T16:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:42:21.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SmXhkZj_tbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b_6lre22k_8/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360938946907846066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SmXhkZj_tbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b_6lre22k_8/s200/maos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagen tirada da net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é feita de momentos bons e outros menos bons, no entanto os bons momentos perduram para sempre no nosso coração. Sentir uma mão amiga nos momentos menos bons é sem duvida especial espero que a minha amiga consiga superar os momentos menos bons por que está a passar, desejo-lhe toda a força do mundo.&lt;/em&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/3978423273609435801-2252114592509875420?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2252114592509875420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/2252114592509875420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/2252114592509875420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Nanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03307007045498454082</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/_OFt8YLNsED8/SgXs0IBX9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/BuEwLaiX45U/S220/desenhos+joao+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SmXhkZj_tbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b_6lre22k_8/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978423273609435801.post-2504034561825912692</id><published>2009-07-11T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:23:57.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A magia da Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SlfKFfNxIhI/AAAAAAAAADM/HxpngNDfaJo/s1600-h/Disney2+479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356972477407896082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OFt8YLNsED8/SlfKFfNxIhI/AAAAAAAAADM/HxpngNDfaJo/s200/Disney2+479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muito tempo passou desde que aqui estive pela ultima vez, vivi e revivi momentos inesqueciveis que me levaram à minha infancia e com pessoas extraordinarias, a Sofia e o Quim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;obrigada por terem ajudado a concretizar o sonho em realidade a mim e ao João.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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contigo&lt;br /&gt;por pouco tempo que seja&lt;br /&gt;tornas a vida cheia de &lt;em&gt;Cores e Sabores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por existires...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-4757820132016196653?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4757820132016196653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/mana-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/4757820132016196653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3978423273609435801/posts/default/4757820132016196653'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com ao teu sorriso suporto a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e ausencia do amor profundo que vivi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e que permitiu a tua existencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pedacinho de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ainda bem que existes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; para dar cor aos meu sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3978423273609435801-1644882414466290869?l=sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentirascoresdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1644882414466290869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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