<?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-767957646758451983</id><updated>2011-10-20T01:37:38.497-02:00</updated><category term='uw'/><title type='text'>Momentos a Recordar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-8698332506646569548</id><published>2011-10-20T00:53:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:37:38.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-6aDNX4Ato/Tp-XcfFcMzI/AAAAAAAAAII/aRyA3pIgdO0/s1600/caes_inteligentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665413371891823410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-6aDNX4Ato/Tp-XcfFcMzI/AAAAAAAAAII/aRyA3pIgdO0/s200/caes_inteligentes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sentimentos verdadeiros são aqueles que não pedem nada em troca..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então digo que os animais são os que mais nos dão Amor, Lealdade, Amizade e Fidelidade sem nunca exigir nada....somente esperam um pouco de carinho e muita brincadeira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou triste porque a minha nora perdeu seu cão, "Ele" era amigo, carinhoso e dava uma atenção especail a todos que estavam perto dela, fazia uma festa quando ela chegava e rosnava para os companheiros que queriam dividir a atenção ....puxa, "ele" vai fazer falta; mas com certeza estará sempre no coração de todos que estiveram um dia em sua companhia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;""BOB"" seu carinho, seu amor e sua leal amizade estará sempre presente em nós, então esteja certo ; será sempre lembrado com Amor e Saudades!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;""Quando sentir saudades feche os olhos e reviva os melhores momentos que passaram juntos..."""!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-8698332506646569548?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8698332506646569548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimentos-verdadeiros-sao-aqueles-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/8698332506646569548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/8698332506646569548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimentos-verdadeiros-sao-aqueles-que.html' title='PARTIDA'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-6aDNX4Ato/Tp-XcfFcMzI/AAAAAAAAAII/aRyA3pIgdO0/s72-c/caes_inteligentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-3771182311427949490</id><published>2011-08-14T02:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T03:09:29.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHdgsrfFxnA/Tkdme_XaGQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d5PSRKGllao/s1600/atgaaab40aniedgylhintdsp_rkbrm9y2fcip7ta6-qydjt3avlb7a46addcwwv9jr0z13f4pujmyzqwafw70clssgedajtu9vbdngulizhfz0s4iqm91drbm8urww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640589740896557314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHdgsrfFxnA/Tkdme_XaGQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d5PSRKGllao/s200/atgaaab40aniedgylhintdsp_rkbrm9y2fcip7ta6-qydjt3avlb7a46addcwwv9jr0z13f4pujmyzqwafw70clssgedajtu9vbdngulizhfz0s4iqm91drbm8urww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero despertar desse longo pesadelo, quero poder abrir os olhos e sentir o Sol aquecendo meu rosto, ver a beleza das flores pelo jardim e o sorriso de uma criança a brincar pelo caminho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento acordar e desfrutar dessas pequenas coisas maravilhosas que nos trazem a alegria de viver...sermos um pingo dágua num enorme oceano;termos uma flor perfumada na nossa sala;participar de um bom papo no fim do dia e ir a um lugar que nos receba com carinho. Sei que não é demais, então vou atrás disso para assim conquistar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sabe, eu descobri que o pesadelo é atalho para eu ver o que tenho ao acordar....belas coisas a compartilhar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sonhos quero ter para depois poder realizar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amigos são aqueles que nos dizem a verdade e não aquele que nos adula..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lágrimas quero derramar, para meu coração limpar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-3771182311427949490?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3771182311427949490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/despertar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3771182311427949490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3771182311427949490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/08/despertar.html' title='Despertar'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHdgsrfFxnA/Tkdme_XaGQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/d5PSRKGllao/s72-c/atgaaab40aniedgylhintdsp_rkbrm9y2fcip7ta6-qydjt3avlb7a46addcwwv9jr0z13f4pujmyzqwafw70clssgedajtu9vbdngulizhfz0s4iqm91drbm8urww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-4361720714092178216</id><published>2011-01-27T23:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:50:42.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TUIf08Ey6nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bv1xVnOI6R8/s1600/mar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567047083723254386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TUIf08Ey6nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bv1xVnOI6R8/s200/mar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre existe um momento que desejamos voltar atrás, mas nem sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conseguimos....será por estar afastada do tempo e espaço? ou somente por nem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saber como encarrar tudo isso? Bom, seja qual for a razão....lá estou "eu" aqui &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava revendo tudo que escrevi até hoje(não só aqui), e encontrei um pequeno elo entre o passado e o desejo que exista ainda hoje tudo que vivi ontem.....rsrsrs... mas isso é impossível, pois o tempo não para e nem nos dá trégua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ainda que esteja viajando em mim mesma, vou aproveitar minha imaginação(coisa que não me falta) e renovar aquele sentimento de êxtase e aí sim, sorrir com toda a alegria que existe dentro de mim......isso vai ser bom demais!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora quero desejar a todos que aqui passam um 2011 cheio de muito Amor, Paz e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pura Felicidade........que os raios do Sol transmitam somente a beleza da vida!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez não tenha escrito coisa com coisa........rsrsrs..........mas tenha a certeza que tudo que aqui esta tem um enorme significado para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;""Nem sempre a Luz ilumina o caminho certo......então tome cuidado...""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-4361720714092178216?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4361720714092178216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/retorno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4361720714092178216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4361720714092178216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/retorno.html' title='Retorno'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TUIf08Ey6nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bv1xVnOI6R8/s72-c/mar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-3795237140548499088</id><published>2010-10-16T23:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:36:14.911-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpvJLX8D7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NlB4Gz8SVWc/s1600/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528853696013406130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpvJLX8D7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NlB4Gz8SVWc/s200/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Palavras"... &lt;em&gt;são poderosas e deixam marcas profundas dentro de nós, faz a gente imaginar como seguir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho feito reflexões sobre meus sentimentos e não consigo saber como por pra fora tudo que me faz mal. Penso num meio de exorcisar maus sentimentos, maus pensamentos que me deixaram duvidar da minha própria existência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico a lembrar da alegria vivída junto daqueles que fizeram parte da minha infância, da minha adolescência e até mesmo quando me dei por adulta, sei que foram momentos de ansiedade, de perguntar como agir, de dizer "não" e tbém de dizer "sim"... Dizer sim... pro conhecimento, sim pro aprendizado e tbém sim para um novo caminho a descobrir.. E dizer não... a desconfiança, a mentira, a incerteza, a insegurança presença nas pessoas que fazem parte do nosso mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero lembrar do sorriso constante nas festas da família, os abraços apertados dados por qualquer motivo, das cobranças de novas reuniões calorosas e queridas..enfim quero poder fechar meus olhos e recordar de um tempo passado, mas que tenha marcado em minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que nem sempre foram alegrias, e nem seria possível isso......mas a tristeza, a perda, a magoa, fizeram tbém parte no meu caminho pela vida, e não poderia deixar de lado simplismente por ter sido doloroso.......nem tudo na vida pode ser o perfume da rosa querida!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes sinto o peito apertado ao reelembrar coisas que machucaram, mas sei que não posso e nem devo apagar....pois dessas lembranças é que aprendemos como não repetir esses momentos. Agora mesmo estou recordando trechos da minha infância a qual gostaria de eliminar......mas não dá.....apenas quero aprender a esquece-las....espero conseguir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe, gostaria que voltasse o tempo da ilusão, da conquista de amigos, namorados, e até mesmo de pessoas que nos ensinaram a prosseguir. Seria como pedir um novo tempo, um novo caminho a aprender e não errar; e quem sabe assim teriamos um novo mundo a conquistar!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras são proferidas e não se apagam com o tempo......eu acho...!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje para mim é um dia que estou a refletir o que ainda quero realizar!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16/10/2010.....BellBoth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-3795237140548499088?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3795237140548499088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3795237140548499088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3795237140548499088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpvJLX8D7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NlB4Gz8SVWc/s72-c/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-6023009858413539159</id><published>2010-10-08T23:44:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:50:29.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uw'/><title type='text'>""Alguém""</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TK_lyRfpCnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-vWe-Gd1n0s/s1600/CAVGX113CAESAEMFCA79QA97CAPQ0R4VCAJVXRQUCAUDS03CCABZCIIGCAM9GHOUCA73IJG9CA5LUKGZCAIUVQKUCAD2VHUYCAWY507PCAGD8SSMCACY4PLPCARJA2H0CART2QBBCAHKA1DLCAJEVPHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525887919659223666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TK_lyRfpCnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-vWe-Gd1n0s/s200/CAVGX113CAESAEMFCA79QA97CAPQ0R4VCAJVXRQUCAUDS03CCABZCIIGCAM9GHOUCA73IJG9CA5LUKGZCAIUVQKUCAD2VHUYCAWY507PCAGD8SSMCACY4PLPCARJA2H0CART2QBBCAHKA1DLCAJEVPHI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TK_kq4h3OkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/s1lkJ4DRmAY/s1600/CAVGX113CAESAEMFCA79QA97CAPQ0R4VCAJVXRQUCAUDS03CCABZCIIGCAM9GHOUCA73IJG9CA5LUKGZCAIUVQKUCAD2VHUYCAWY507PCAGD8SSMCACY4PLPCARJA2H0CART2QBBCAHKA1DLCAJEVPHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TK_kUG2kQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YAiqA0rRQ5g/s1600/CAPJ10Y3CAJS3I0DCA8GI3JHCA1ONYRMCAWA8N2RCAEJ0SY5CA7JNDYSCA43UZ6ZCAQWKVTTCA3ES3DKCAC2WIIOCATL0Q6NCAEDQXJNCAQ16DUTCA265MRNCA7GQ4W2CA1DRQZHCAE7QT8MCAGUDAJU.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém para nos ouvir, alguém para nos consolar quando o peito sangrar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém a nos dizer quando parar de chorar e quando devemos prosseguir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém que nos dê a esperança do procurar e do querer conseguir....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém simplismente que nos ame e nos queira bem perto de si...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém que possa estar presente quando a dor aparecer e nos fazer sofrer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém que enxugue o suor no nosso rosto e nos diga...vai esquecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém que não cobre nosso passado e nem o que ainda vai acontecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Alguém que nos faça perceber a importancia de enfim conseguir vencer...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/767957646758451983-6023009858413539159?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6023009858413539159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6023009858413539159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6023009858413539159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/alguem.html' title='&quot;&quot;Alguém&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TK_lyRfpCnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-vWe-Gd1n0s/s72-c/CAVGX113CAESAEMFCA79QA97CAPQ0R4VCAJVXRQUCAUDS03CCABZCIIGCAM9GHOUCA73IJG9CA5LUKGZCAIUVQKUCAD2VHUYCAWY507PCAGD8SSMCACY4PLPCARJA2H0CART2QBBCAHKA1DLCAJEVPHI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-1962982141134972821</id><published>2010-10-03T02:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:37:56.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TKgRe5qz7bI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UKLMT29FVRI/s1600/0vocepode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523684165544046002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TKgRe5qz7bI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UKLMT29FVRI/s320/0vocepode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essas palavras dizem o que muitos gostariam de ter na sua vida...mas será que conseguimos visualizar quando somos o"mundo" de alguém? Ou só percebemos qdo perdemos? ...Bem. desejo que "você" tenha a felicidade de viver esse momento e tbém faça "alguém" ser seu "mundo".......isso seria um pedaço do céu!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo nessa vida traz a nós a oportunidade de fazer um caminho iluminado, então não deixe passar em branco seu tempo aqui.........seja uma constante lutadora .....!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A luz da manhã nós dá a beleza do despertar......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sou a alegria que reside em você..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até a próxima...tchauuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/767957646758451983-1962982141134972821?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1962982141134972821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/essas-palavras-dizem-o-que-muitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/1962982141134972821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/1962982141134972821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/essas-palavras-dizem-o-que-muitos.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TKgRe5qz7bI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UKLMT29FVRI/s72-c/0vocepode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-7755972792085339867</id><published>2010-09-16T01:21:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:41:01.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpwQ2O1dSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7Tfm0lWkEF8/s1600/CA5IO759CABPM0Q2CAN2CMW1CA1ISHE1CA0SVQAGCAGA4NKHCARTBJXYCA4GC7ZFCA1A0ELNCA57N9PYCATAYYTDCA6L4B7RCAC5GRKQCAW9LZA5CAXJHTTICAFTRQ08CAZNMSY5CA34LGY7CAMXL5CU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528854927288661282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpwQ2O1dSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7Tfm0lWkEF8/s200/CA5IO759CABPM0Q2CAN2CMW1CA1ISHE1CA0SVQAGCAGA4NKHCARTBJXYCA4GC7ZFCA1A0ELNCA57N9PYCATAYYTDCA6L4B7RCAC5GRKQCAW9LZA5CAXJHTTICAFTRQ08CAZNMSY5CA34LGY7CAMXL5CU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpv2qEg0vI/AAAAAAAAAHc/o1EAifVHeqg/s1600/CA5IO759CABPM0Q2CAN2CMW1CA1ISHE1CA0SVQAGCAGA4NKHCARTBJXYCA4GC7ZFCA1A0ELNCA57N9PYCATAYYTDCA6L4B7RCAC5GRKQCAW9LZA5CAXJHTTICAFTRQ08CAZNMSY5CA34LGY7CAMXL5CU.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGy7OPRaYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Gpm2hPvGv00/s1600/CA7NN7C1CAHB6G82CAJBDZSKCALJFN8HCA2LLFTCCAIV509YCADNKWTXCAWZEM2ECAIU44LACA8XY31ZCAWDNM5RCA9WJ1AFCAN1KHAOCA9PFQ48CAIL55DQCA7CB2B8CAP9QTAQCA96J4SQCA96C2PC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGyKXF9M0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/YxhyAo_bGzA/s1600/CACO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quantas lagrimas derramei pelo caminho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quantas magoas guardei em meu peito....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas será que um dia terei algum alento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ou só encontrarei eterno sofrimento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esperarei com ansiedade por um sentimento....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nem que seja somente por um momento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas espero encontrar nesse meio tempo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um amor que apague as marcas no meu peito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de escrever qdo bate uma enorme saudade do tempo que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixei lá trás....mas nem sempre consigo colocar no papel tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que vem de dentro de mim........mas vale a pena tentar!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei se alguém lê o que escrevo, mas se por acaso ler...não &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me julgue pretenciosa........pois nem passa pela cabeça o ser!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ser feliz é um dom que devemos cultivar todo dia..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchau........até outro dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/767957646758451983-7755972792085339867?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7755972792085339867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/passos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/7755972792085339867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/7755972792085339867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/passos.html' title='Passos'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLpwQ2O1dSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7Tfm0lWkEF8/s72-c/CA5IO759CABPM0Q2CAN2CMW1CA1ISHE1CA0SVQAGCAGA4NKHCARTBJXYCA4GC7ZFCA1A0ELNCA57N9PYCATAYYTDCA6L4B7RCAC5GRKQCAW9LZA5CAXJHTTICAFTRQ08CAZNMSY5CA34LGY7CAMXL5CU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-2181769127866586894</id><published>2010-08-08T18:23:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:29:54.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos Fechados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF92Jm3xlzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/usGRZSCTszM/s1600/CARBZAXPCA3FR6WTCA7UJRYRCA3LLXK2CAAQGVPFCAWV0IM6CATU9FNPCA8GKWL1CAWYEUEWCAUGWE6ACAIA6KTJCA06GZUECAE5CA3MCAJO4JC3CADBDXUPCA1ZU86TCA28SS94CAX1G5MFCA20BASU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503247177095419698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF92Jm3xlzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/usGRZSCTszM/s320/CARBZAXPCA3FR6WTCA7UJRYRCA3LLXK2CAAQGVPFCAWV0IM6CATU9FNPCA8GKWL1CAWYEUEWCAUGWE6ACAIA6KTJCA06GZUECAE5CA3MCAJO4JC3CADBDXUPCA1ZU86TCA28SS94CAX1G5MFCA20BASU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF91xeJpBII/AAAAAAAAAFc/SpIgk_nEWjM/s1600/CAI6KUEECAS6B9F2CAWVWEYNCAZ6QGTXCAK796IKCAMRZW2KCAWXJBUMCAF5M1P9CAMXUHQTCAHSZT7BCAM10A3SCAXLV54TCA1HRTTKCARX5FUZCAPZ6HLRCAXX0YUBCAEK4L8KCADPJE7VCA7FQKOZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fecho meus olhos e sinto o orvalho molhar meu rosto, ele traze a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pureza dos sentimentos que existe em mim....e isso é uma sensação que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não há como descrever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o momento unico de rever o que queremos colocar pra fora, e fazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma nova meta a seguir. Fico a imaginar a beleza das flores, a beleza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do riso cativante de uma criança a brincar, a sabedoria dos mais velhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o carinho que roda em volta de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feche seus olhos tbém de vez enquando, e dê a vc mesma a oportunidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de sentir essa sensação, e verá como terá a chance de vencer seus obstaculos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sorrir verdaderamente. Isso é ter um momento só seu de aproveitar as coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;belas que nos são dadas. Sorria um dia de cada vez..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rosa branca é a pureza de uma criança a sorrir..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rosa vermelha é o amor que tenho por você..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até mais.........tchauuuuuuu!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/767957646758451983-2181769127866586894?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2181769127866586894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/olhos-fechados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2181769127866586894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2181769127866586894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/olhos-fechados.html' title='Olhos Fechados'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF92Jm3xlzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/usGRZSCTszM/s72-c/CARBZAXPCA3FR6WTCA7UJRYRCA3LLXK2CAAQGVPFCAWV0IM6CATU9FNPCA8GKWL1CAWYEUEWCAUGWE6ACAIA6KTJCA06GZUECAE5CA3MCAJO4JC3CADBDXUPCA1ZU86TCA28SS94CAX1G5MFCA20BASU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-6843735416483432737</id><published>2010-08-07T21:57:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:26:43.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordar somente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF4H284LpaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cSffVGAdaBM/s1600/CA3FRQISCAMT9NOECAOMDXE8CACYD8VBCAHLS3IJCATDOBWVCALPS7W8CAVTK2D7CAAELNHACAC1OLC6CASVRPNXCADL33NUCAKF14LGCAGHU6RKCAJ6C4FXCA30YP1OCAQIK2ADCACJVQA2CAQ8UBXI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502844435329426850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF4H284LpaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cSffVGAdaBM/s320/CA3FRQISCAMT9NOECAOMDXE8CACYD8VBCAHLS3IJCATDOBWVCALPS7W8CAVTK2D7CAAELNHACAC1OLC6CASVRPNXCADL33NUCAKF14LGCAGHU6RKCAJ6C4FXCA30YP1OCAQIK2ADCACJVQA2CAQ8UBXI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF4GmZ_xa8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/UOcGOCOZf8o/s1600/images%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lembrança, constante em meu caminho que procuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixar no cantinho escondido...sem nunca apagar do meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;destino."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ausência, as vezes tão temida mas que nos dá a certeza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de não deixar prevalecer em nossa vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade, tão preciosa que nos traz somente a alegria de saber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o quanto somos queridas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amor, sentimento que move o mundo em nossa volta e que nos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faz sentir a grandeza da nossa presença nessa vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pense as vezes o qto somos importantes nessa estrada da vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e passe ternura para aqueles que estão ao seu lado."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hoje acordei sentindo a vida me sorrindo......é bom demais!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tchau...........até a proxima !!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/767957646758451983-6843735416483432737?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6843735416483432737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/lembranca-constante-em-meu-caminho-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6843735416483432737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6843735416483432737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/lembranca-constante-em-meu-caminho-que.html' title='Acordar somente'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TF4H284LpaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cSffVGAdaBM/s72-c/CA3FRQISCAMT9NOECAOMDXE8CACYD8VBCAHLS3IJCATDOBWVCALPS7W8CAVTK2D7CAAELNHACAC1OLC6CASVRPNXCADL33NUCAKF14LGCAGHU6RKCAJ6C4FXCA30YP1OCAQIK2ADCACJVQA2CAQ8UBXI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-840008726281633339</id><published>2010-05-19T19:08:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:41:34.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S_Rn3i0U8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tFB74kLJ0OQ/s1600/BXK15424_romantico_entardecer800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473113651098742962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S_Rn3i0U8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tFB74kLJ0OQ/s320/BXK15424_romantico_entardecer800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ao despertar encontro a luz em minha janela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A iluminar o caminho que devo seguir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas no fim do dia sinto a tristeza de estar sozinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sem saber o que vou ver e descobrir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quero sorrir, quero cantar e poder encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nessa longa estrada que escolhi e vivi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Meus sonhos que tanto estou a procurar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E assim poder me realizar com as metas que consegui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos dos pensamentos que me vem a cabeça fazem por um momento eu sentir uma tremenda confusão dentro de mim, mas nem por um instante quero deixar de continuar essa busca enfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;""Um dia de cada vez........farei disso meu despertar!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tchauuuuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-840008726281633339?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/840008726281633339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/luzes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/840008726281633339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/840008726281633339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/luzes.html' title='Luzes'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S_Rn3i0U8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tFB74kLJ0OQ/s72-c/BXK15424_romantico_entardecer800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-6907009839006682332</id><published>2010-05-08T16:56:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:04:00.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Navegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLEtD3vT44I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cxOL-Lv-I6w/s1600/Humpback+Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526247762285552514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLEtD3vT44I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cxOL-Lv-I6w/s200/Humpback+Whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-XqJXIhYGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/U3YdjElfcdQ/s1600/images%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como fazer os doces momentos permanecer presente em nossas vidas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como fazer o hoje ser parte conquistada do nosso amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como transformar a tristeza em dias de pura alegria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como dizer a "você"... vá atrás daquilo que quer e acredita ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A conquista faz a vitória ser presente em nossas vidas, somos fruto das idas e vindas nessa longa estrada....vamos fazer acontecer nem que for do nada..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje não consigo escrever direito, então só me resta colocar aqui o que penso no momento. Ando lembrando de lances da minha adolescência que deixaram saudade, instantes de sonhos que queria compartilhar mas guardei a sete chaves...pôxa; sempre achei que poderia por no papel todo o meu sentimento e fazer disso o meu grito ao mundo........mas fui covarde e me apaguei no meu próprio espaço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe agora eu tenha a força que precisava pra isso acontecer, reelembrar tudo que foi importante e deixar meu coração vibrar...Vou colocar meus pensamentos em movimento e breve voltar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;""Um instante doce a reelembrar e um lindo sonho a realizar....""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tchauuuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/767957646758451983-6907009839006682332?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6907009839006682332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/navegar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6907009839006682332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6907009839006682332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/navegar.html' title='Navegar'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLEtD3vT44I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cxOL-Lv-I6w/s72-c/Humpback+Whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-3320077067715925545</id><published>2010-05-05T02:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:23:17.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-EOwcXUUdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PEt1iApyIio/s1600/CADANRMRCA69MH8ZCAVO1L54CAVQXTWRCA5I5HIICAJMTAJ7CA8BLALHCAVR8DIGCATFA039CAR24SRVCAOPUFRRCACGAKJACA57FB65CAK5G8Z9CA750OXFCAYWU9HFCA4HKUZWCAYB37PCCA43NNUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467667648014995922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-EOwcXUUdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PEt1iApyIio/s320/CADANRMRCA69MH8ZCAVO1L54CAVQXTWRCA5I5HIICAJMTAJ7CA8BLALHCAVR8DIGCATFA039CAR24SRVCAOPUFRRCACGAKJACA57FB65CAK5G8Z9CA750OXFCAYWU9HFCA4HKUZWCAYB37PCCA43NNUL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nem sempre busco algo na noite escura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas hoje sei que preciso encontrar alento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sinto o vento trazendo um pouco da força...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Que nutro no peito ..então, só hoje eu tento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Encontrar o meu momento num lindo soneto...""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tenho corrido do tempo, tenho fugido do medo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas é dificil fugir do pensamento presente na gente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Esse pensamento que nos faz pular do muro de um jeito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A não fechar os olhos em nenhum instante importante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sou presente, sou ausente....mas jamais inexistente....vivo somente!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento colocar aqui meu presente, meu medo e a certeza de ir em frente...mas será que vou conseguir pular nesse momento? Será que estarei firme finalmente? Não sei....só sei que não vou desistir desse feito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho estado com constante lembrança dos momentos que sorri , chorei, mas nada que queria apagar......então breve escreverei mais...........Tchauuuuuu&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/767957646758451983-3320077067715925545?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3320077067715925545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/busca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3320077067715925545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3320077067715925545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/busca.html' title='Busca'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-EOwcXUUdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PEt1iApyIio/s72-c/CADANRMRCA69MH8ZCAVO1L54CAVQXTWRCA5I5HIICAJMTAJ7CA8BLALHCAVR8DIGCATFA039CAR24SRVCAOPUFRRCACGAKJACA57FB65CAK5G8Z9CA750OXFCAYWU9HFCA4HKUZWCAYB37PCCA43NNUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-4875781891942248656</id><published>2010-04-15T15:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:40:46.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idas e Vindas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S8ddoXnelAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QSKUkzuGoXI/s1600/CA0YBP4SCAG4UMULCAPAF65HCAF808YQCAY6N1NYCARUUV7GCADEKRU9CARMGKRVCAZ9THMUCAGRXSOHCATU1K98CAD06X74CAFGB00WCAS0FDJZCALUR4MVCAOS66EECAQDQFK0CAP4PROWCAT3QNR5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460436021325763586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S8ddoXnelAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QSKUkzuGoXI/s320/CA0YBP4SCAG4UMULCAPAF65HCAF808YQCAY6N1NYCARUUV7GCADEKRU9CARMGKRVCAZ9THMUCAGRXSOHCATU1K98CAD06X74CAFGB00WCAS0FDJZCALUR4MVCAOS66EECAQDQFK0CAP4PROWCAT3QNR5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando penso que vou estar sempre aqui escrevendo coisas que gosto e sinto, acontece de não poder........nestes dias estou com tala nas mãos.....ironico né?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho vontade de colocar no papel momentos que passei e que deixaram saudades, mas isso é meio dificil de fazer....nem sempre podemos expor tudo que nos vai a alma...saco!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então vou tentar uma coisa por vez....quem sabe assim eu chego lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem sonhei com um momento super legal da minha adolescencia,quando escrevia o que vinha a mente sem importar com rimas, gostos ou politicamente correto....só sentimentos que batia de frente comigo.........era bom demais.Tenho que falar que nem sempre era assim, houve muitos, mas muitos momentos de dúvidas, insegurança e imensa tristeza.Mas tenho que admitir que com isso aprendi a encarrar meus medos e ir atras do sonho idealizado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem, tenho que escrever aqui,agora...não consegui realizar o que mais queria....fugi no caminho do crescimento e deixei dentro de uma caixa o meu proprio "eu"....covarde,né!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quem sabe agora possa abrir um poucom essa caixa e buscar o que sonho....espero!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"" Caminho pelo campo em busca de mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;""Grito bem alto esperando que alguém ouça enfim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;""Mas vejo que somente "eu" posso resolver sim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;""O simples desfecho de um sonho sem fim......................""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-4875781891942248656?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4875781891942248656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/idas-e-vindas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4875781891942248656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4875781891942248656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/idas-e-vindas.html' title='Idas e Vindas'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S8ddoXnelAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QSKUkzuGoXI/s72-c/CA0YBP4SCAG4UMULCAPAF65HCAF808YQCAY6N1NYCARUUV7GCADEKRU9CARMGKRVCAZ9THMUCAGRXSOHCATU1K98CAD06X74CAFGB00WCAS0FDJZCALUR4MVCAOS66EECAQDQFK0CAP4PROWCAT3QNR5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-3667204443958836779</id><published>2010-03-25T15:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:07:15.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S6u0Vm88PlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/neWPgr4mgB4/s1600/images%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452650057188523602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S6u0Vm88PlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/neWPgr4mgB4/s320/images%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz muito tempo que não coloco meus pensamentos aqui, andei meia desligada de tudo ao meu redor e o pior é que nem sei explicar o porque.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas como sempre é bom recomeçar.......vamos lá. Estou com vontade de escrever versos que penso e gosto, sei que não será grande coisa.......mas é algo que esta dentro de mim, então isso me fara bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gosto da chuva caindo no meu rosto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trazendo a maciez do toque singelo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Buscando sentimento atraves do vento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Querendo abraçar a todo momento o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Primeiro instante de puro contentamento..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nem sempre carrego no peito o calor..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do momento...mas tenho buscado no vento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O exato sentimento que nutro por dentro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E assim conseguir um eterno alento.................."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essas são palavras que sinto dentro de mim, vou tentar daqui pra frente escrever mais sobre o presente e guardar no coração os doces momentos do passado. Pois acho que andei meia nostalgica e carente, sendo que preciso andar pra frente.....Vou tentar!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que agora "eu" venha mais aqui pra colocar meus pensamentos em ordem.......tchauuu!!!!!&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/767957646758451983-3667204443958836779?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3667204443958836779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/recomeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3667204443958836779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3667204443958836779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/recomeco.html' title='Recomeço'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S6u0Vm88PlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/neWPgr4mgB4/s72-c/images%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-8255492338174421129</id><published>2010-01-02T17:38:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:07:01.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLEtzCV_IPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hecjrC6q4Eg/s1600/images%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526248572585976050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLEtzCV_IPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hecjrC6q4Eg/s200/images%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começou o Ano 2010........estou com esperança de que muitas coisas boas irão acontecer e estarei pronta para as mudanças. Quero poder participar &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sz-vfxAu8LI/AAAAAAAAADw/QO83IVmWzRw/s1600-h/images%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dos momentos incrivéis que vão fazer parte desse novo Ano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei, ou melhor, sinto que meu coração estará mais leve e disposto para buscar novos caminhos e novas conquistas. Só é preciso estar com a mente e coração abertos para desfrutar os momentos de alegria, amizade e realizações que estão por vir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou fazer reflexões sobre o que deixei de fazer e analisar o que quero consertar, para então ir em busca dos meus momentos a realizar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo dentro de mim a vontade de prosseguir e assim conseguir descobrir novos horizontes a conhecer e tentar ser feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero nesse pequeno espaço desejar a todos um "Ano Novo" repleto de realizações, sucesso e muita PAZ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"""SEjam muito Felizes""""que 2010 traga a todos um mundo a sonhar!!!!&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/767957646758451983-8255492338174421129?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8255492338174421129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-novo-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/8255492338174421129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/8255492338174421129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-novo-2010.html' title='Ano Novo 2010'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TLEtzCV_IPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hecjrC6q4Eg/s72-c/images%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-2204760077541062335</id><published>2009-12-23T02:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:51:53.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SzGh3dbubzI/AAAAAAAAADo/o3_oyNwZbvA/s1600-h/CAPJ10Y3CAJS3I0DCA8GI3JHCA1ONYRMCAWA8N2RCAEJ0SY5CA7JNDYSCA43UZ6ZCAQWKVTTCA3ES3DKCAC2WIIOCATL0Q6NCAEDQXJNCAQ16DUTCA265MRNCA7GQ4W2CA1DRQZHCAE7QT8MCAGUDAJU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418289800869211954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SzGh3dbubzI/AAAAAAAAADo/o3_oyNwZbvA/s320/CAPJ10Y3CAJS3I0DCA8GI3JHCA1ONYRMCAWA8N2RCAEJ0SY5CA7JNDYSCA43UZ6ZCAQWKVTTCA3ES3DKCAC2WIIOCATL0Q6NCAEDQXJNCAQ16DUTCA265MRNCA7GQ4W2CA1DRQZHCAE7QT8MCAGUDAJU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas um ano para dizer adeus........nem sei o que dizer disso tudo, só sei que mesmo confusa tive um ano a agradecer. Obtive algum sucesso na area material e isso foi bom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero nesse ano que entra ter mais coisas para escrever, e faze-lo com alegria, confiança, otimismo e principalmente com muito amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero ter motivos para sorrir mais, lutar mais e buscar meu qinhão.....então assim terei a certeza que vou conseguir seguir em frente. Neste momento sinto-me feliz, com uma enorme vontade de comemorar junto a quem amo o "Renascimento de Jesus", e poder trasmitir as pessoas a minha volta o quanto esse dia me deixa forte e segura de existir.....todo o amor que "ele" nos deu é e sempre será o seu proprio "eu".....então deixe que isso faça parte da sua vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A quem interessar posso dizer, que na noite de Natal haja somente "União, Paz. Fraternidade e muito, mas muito Amor.......é o que desejo a todos que aqui estiverem..........Tchauuu!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'FELIZ NATAL E UM ANO NOVO CHEIO DE REALIZAÇÕES......" Até o ano que vem.&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/767957646758451983-2204760077541062335?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2204760077541062335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/12/despedida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2204760077541062335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2204760077541062335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/12/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SzGh3dbubzI/AAAAAAAAADo/o3_oyNwZbvA/s72-c/CAPJ10Y3CAJS3I0DCA8GI3JHCA1ONYRMCAWA8N2RCAEJ0SY5CA7JNDYSCA43UZ6ZCAQWKVTTCA3ES3DKCAC2WIIOCATL0Q6NCAEDQXJNCAQ16DUTCA265MRNCA7GQ4W2CA1DRQZHCAE7QT8MCAGUDAJU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-699539357015923050</id><published>2009-11-26T01:25:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:36:55.379-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sw36c5gKdII/AAAAAAAAADY/hpes5fluLho/s1600/CA4JRDUMCAOKF3E4CAQGHMAOCABARQ29CAT5LOKECAD6S072CA8I3J3XCA5F3MFCCAUTXRT2CAXVHS8KCAG7J3PRCAGYEAQOCA9CCEB5CAES5P6NCA3A2YUVCA3UIUYSCAGY3YEECA394PH2CAGOLO11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408254101920838786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sw36c5gKdII/AAAAAAAAADY/hpes5fluLho/s320/CA4JRDUMCAOKF3E4CAQGHMAOCABARQ29CAT5LOKECAD6S072CA8I3J3XCA5F3MFCCAUTXRT2CAXVHS8KCAG7J3PRCAGYEAQOCA9CCEB5CAES5P6NCA3A2YUVCA3UIUYSCAGY3YEECA394PH2CAGOLO11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tinha muita vontade de olhar dentro de mim mesma e ver como estava confusa, mas chega um dia que é necessario dar um basta na fuga e encarar a estrada a nossa frente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso reformular minhas diretrizes e ver como sair desse quarto escuro. Sei que sou capaz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de encontrar um caminho bem simples e seguro para seguir, então só me resta andar, sentir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrir e acreditar. Só assim sei que vou vencer meus medos e voltar a vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que é recordando que acharei meu tempo e espaço.......então vou fechar meus olhos e ir atras daquilo que sempre quis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lembranças de um tempo feliz....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-699539357015923050?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/699539357015923050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/11/ausencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/699539357015923050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/699539357015923050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/11/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sw36c5gKdII/AAAAAAAAADY/hpes5fluLho/s72-c/CA4JRDUMCAOKF3E4CAQGHMAOCABARQ29CAT5LOKECAD6S072CA8I3J3XCA5F3MFCCAUTXRT2CAXVHS8KCAG7J3PRCAGYEAQOCA9CCEB5CAES5P6NCA3A2YUVCA3UIUYSCAGY3YEECA394PH2CAGOLO11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-3286768732498698467</id><published>2009-09-19T20:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:49:56.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SrVuGncqwLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PAtYmPxSzmk/s1600-h/CA89T4HPCAOWOK2FCAWAVAW7CA3VSWL5CA37DH2VCALF51JRCAV4FIGZCA3LSOV0CAUO13S1CAC3T6LZCARUYHO6CA6580EBCASO9TI3CAA8GXSMCAN0F7ROCADAZNEBCAAOHAB0CA8CBLPBCAGB0Y9G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383329989538791602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SrVuGncqwLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PAtYmPxSzmk/s320/CA89T4HPCAOWOK2FCAWAVAW7CA3VSWL5CA37DH2VCALF51JRCAV4FIGZCA3LSOV0CAUO13S1CAC3T6LZCARUYHO6CA6580EBCASO9TI3CAA8GXSMCAN0F7ROCADAZNEBCAAOHAB0CA8CBLPBCAGB0Y9G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ausência nos traz saudades do que queremos e desejamos conseguir. Sempre pensei que não pararia de escrever, mas descobri que quando estou confusa comigo mesma não tenho a mínima vontade de fazê-lo. Percebi coisas que nem imaginava, medo, insegurança e total bloqueio de pensamentos; como escrever quando se tem medo que nos critiquem, como colocar em palavras sentimentos guardados no mais fundo da alma se a insegurança bate com força a nossa cara; então me pergunto ... posso passar algo que não sinto? posso desejar falar o que me vem a cabeça? Quais seriam as consequencias que enfrentaria? Não sei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero em breve poder estar aqui de novo livre para qualquer momento de real liberdade, seja de sentimentos ou apenas de pensamentos contidos. Quero de novo colocar no papel tudo o que tenho dentro de mim, Até mais tarde, quem sabe!!!!!!!!&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/767957646758451983-3286768732498698467?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3286768732498698467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/vontade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3286768732498698467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/3286768732498698467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/vontade.html' title='Vontade'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SrVuGncqwLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PAtYmPxSzmk/s72-c/CA89T4HPCAOWOK2FCAWAVAW7CA3VSWL5CA37DH2VCALF51JRCAV4FIGZCA3LSOV0CAUO13S1CAC3T6LZCARUYHO6CA6580EBCASO9TI3CAA8GXSMCAN0F7ROCADAZNEBCAAOHAB0CA8CBLPBCAGB0Y9G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-731502580786693214</id><published>2009-08-09T19:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:34:04.612-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SxCMDAM6kVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZsTMTOHrqhA/s1600/CAXSGZZECA0BJES2CAGVW60HCAAMKEF0CAXH0ME7CA5Z35MSCATJ9LKRCAXFD67GCA1YQB1LCAVU2VACCA0J772JCAQZ2E7BCAO63TTTCACYH712CAFVXK0WCA8T5JVMCASZSVDGCA8FZ5XCCAL6LHI6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408977135693631826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SxCMDAM6kVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZsTMTOHrqhA/s320/CAXSGZZECA0BJES2CAGVW60HCAAMKEF0CAXH0ME7CA5Z35MSCATJ9LKRCAXFD67GCA1YQB1LCAVU2VACCA0J772JCAQZ2E7BCAO63TTTCACYH712CAFVXK0WCA8T5JVMCASZSVDGCA8FZ5XCCAL6LHI6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;São as pequenas palavras que nos leva ao momento fatal......aquele que nos faz refletir o que dizemos e o que buscamos transmitir aos que nos cercam. Nem sempre consigo parar e analisar primeiro, antes mesmo de saber como repassar aquilo que sinto, penso e quero, então fico a imaginar se todos a minha volta compreendem o que quero dizer. Mais sei que nem sempre é facil de isso tornar-se realidade. Tentarei ser mais objetiva e aí sim terei um momento de pura magia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penso no verdadeiro sentido das "palavras"....elas podem abrir a porta do mundo......e fazer o nosso amanhã a conquista mais bela e sábia já existente. Vou buscar no meu passado momentos belos a recordar e levar comigo na nova estrada que vou trilhar. &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/767957646758451983-731502580786693214?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/731502580786693214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/731502580786693214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/731502580786693214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SxCMDAM6kVI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZsTMTOHrqhA/s72-c/CAXSGZZECA0BJES2CAGVW60HCAAMKEF0CAXH0ME7CA5Z35MSCATJ9LKRCAXFD67GCA1YQB1LCAVU2VACCA0J772JCAQZ2E7BCAO63TTTCACYH712CAFVXK0WCA8T5JVMCASZSVDGCA8FZ5XCCAL6LHI6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-1893384377104989074</id><published>2009-07-31T00:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:16:49.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Supresas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SnJwJlUnTrI/AAAAAAAAADI/3UFjsPpJZFY/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364473416091389618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SnJwJlUnTrI/AAAAAAAAADI/3UFjsPpJZFY/s320/Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SnJvCsw1NiI/AAAAAAAAADA/mdlAfYwl3k4/s1600-h/0vocepode.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem tive uma enorme supresa ao me deparar com um recado no meu orkut, nada menos que a grata alegria de reencontrar uma amiga dos meus tempos de menina, crescemos juntas, aprontamos muita bagunça ao longo do tempo. Vocês não podem imaginar a alegria existente em mim, depois de um enorme período de separação, vem a sublimação da redescoberta......isso é maravilhoso.E ainda por cima traz junto com ela mais uma "amigona" que estava sumida , que esteve perto algum tempo atras, mais perdi. Estou em extase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho tantas coisas a serem ditas, mais nem sei por onde começar....meu peito bate desordenadamente nessse momento, acho que a emoção esta tomando conta de mim. Fecho meus olhos e me dou o direito de transportar-me no tempo, tempo esse cheio de dúvidas, medos, inseguranças de meninas loucas pra crescer.......aparecer e fazer acontecer.......nem imaginavamos que um dia iriamos querer retroceder..........meu Deus que loucura.Tempo de sonhos e devaneios, de correr atras da paixão, do carinho e acima de tudo do amor........esse era um tempo das buscas e conquistas. Tempo da pura amizade!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometo que volto pra contar mais coisas do passado e mostrar-lhes que o ontem não morreu....apenas adormeceu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tchauuuuuu&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/767957646758451983-1893384377104989074?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1893384377104989074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/supresas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/1893384377104989074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/1893384377104989074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/supresas.html' title='Supresas'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SnJwJlUnTrI/AAAAAAAAADI/3UFjsPpJZFY/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-2468064102565877110</id><published>2009-07-19T19:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:48:31.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SmOiYkw4kPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eyWPjnyX_BQ/s1600-h/maos_dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360306524570292466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SmOiYkw4kPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eyWPjnyX_BQ/s320/maos_dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SmOh0PzNv3I/AAAAAAAAACw/GtkGTMOru6U/s1600-h/BXK15424_romantico_entardecer800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes nossa memó&lt;/em&gt;ria &lt;em&gt;brinca com a gente, nos faz voltar na época de criança, nos dá a sensação de leveza, alegria e conquista. Como gostaria de poder de novo estar vivendo esse momento, poder fazer a escolha do caminho a percorrer, olhar com alegria as pequenas conquistas, distribuir presentes num Natal cheio de amor, união e assim sentir o quando fomos felizes e nem percebemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostaria de fechar meus olhos e ao abri-los, estar junto de todos que partiram e e que me deixaram saudades. Saber que eles notaram o sentimento latente que dediquei. Ah! isso seria a mais sublime alegria que alguém pode esperar. Quero guardar dentro de mim todos os momentos lindos que vivi, deixar vir a tona tudo que sinto, tudo que fez parte da minha existencia, e poder dizer, que mesmo nos tristes momentos, não parei de buscar a minha estrada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sempre me dar o luxo de relembrar pessoas, fatos, momentos,vitórias e tbém derrotas que tive no decorrer dos tempos, pois isso faz parte de mim. Foi esperar com alegria essa dádiva e guardar no meu coração. Isso me faz feliz.&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/767957646758451983-2468064102565877110?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2468064102565877110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2468064102565877110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2468064102565877110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorias.html' title='Memórias'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SmOiYkw4kPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eyWPjnyX_BQ/s72-c/maos_dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-4119227539813064521</id><published>2009-07-09T22:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:59:37.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-cwPUpRKoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M7un-Xyn3Us/s1600/CAPO9EV4CA0S7TRGCAR32ZA2CA21NRNXCARJ0KUECAFYPVCFCAA1M41MCA0U74CVCA2O0T95CANMR4LICAHYMGZICAZP6WB7CAB0MLS5CA6F225ICA6NUTU7CAFCW54PCAXN86H8CAGAV0J2CAFRXVLJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469393312262728322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-cwPUpRKoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M7un-Xyn3Us/s320/CAPO9EV4CA0S7TRGCAR32ZA2CA21NRNXCARJ0KUECAFYPVCFCAA1M41MCA0U74CVCA2O0T95CANMR4LICAHYMGZICAZP6WB7CAB0MLS5CA6F225ICA6NUTU7CAFCW54PCAXN86H8CAGAV0J2CAFRXVLJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o encanto fica entre a realidade e a ilusão, temos que despertar...o que isso é uma pena. Tento deixar minhas ideias brotarem livres de qualquer restrição; mais nem sempre é possível.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de me imaginar correndo na chuva rindo, brincando com as poças no caminho, tem coisa melhor do que deixar o corpo junto com a mente aproveitar um instante de pura união? Sei que não; por isso é importante não deixar passar essa emoção presente ....viva intensamente!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gosto da chuva a molhar meu rosto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gosto da emoção dominando meu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gosto do poder conquistado no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto simplesmente de viver o momento..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'Nunca deixe o encanto morrer, pois sem ele a emoção não vibra nosso coração...""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchauuuuuuu&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/767957646758451983-4119227539813064521?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4119227539813064521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/encanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4119227539813064521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4119227539813064521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/encanto.html' title='Encanto'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/S-cwPUpRKoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M7un-Xyn3Us/s72-c/CAPO9EV4CA0S7TRGCAR32ZA2CA21NRNXCARJ0KUECAFYPVCFCAA1M41MCA0U74CVCA2O0T95CANMR4LICAHYMGZICAZP6WB7CAB0MLS5CA6F225ICA6NUTU7CAFCW54PCAXN86H8CAGAV0J2CAFRXVLJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-8556929344415500206</id><published>2009-07-09T03:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:48:49.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Genialidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlWSxW8lGMI/AAAAAAAAACo/7OypBgCZyYo/s1600-h/6ODPCANVV5WBCALFEA3QCATI0IZICATT8CFXCA9L3HBLCAEP9YQ9CA69GRNNCAIN9N0RCAT4QAV1CAB725Q7CABHWJ6WCAP1N4PICAVAXJKCCA121I81CAD7WQTMCAXU1YQ4CA27JDJZCAIFP71J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356348708497987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlWSxW8lGMI/AAAAAAAAACo/7OypBgCZyYo/s320/6ODPCANVV5WBCALFEA3QCATI0IZICATT8CFXCA9L3HBLCAEP9YQ9CA69GRNNCAIN9N0RCAT4QAV1CAB725Q7CABHWJ6WCAP1N4PICAVAXJKCCA121I81CAD7WQTMCAXU1YQ4CA27JDJZCAIFP71J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre temos a grandeza de poder ver um gênio entre nós, mas a partir do século passado e desse tivemos o previlégio na existência de um....o grande "Michael Jackson".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não poderia deixar passar em branco sua partida, foi como um pedaço da alegria indo embora. Não o veremos mais, mas teremos sua genialidade permanente em nossas vidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que estou fugindo um pouco do que escrevo aqui, mas não aguentaria ficar sem dizer o quanto "ele" me fez sentir viva, sentir que poderia alcançar meus sonhos....isso era pura magia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Michael Jckson um ser brilhante que teve uma pequena passagem por aqui..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-8556929344415500206?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8556929344415500206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/genialidade_9446.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/8556929344415500206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/8556929344415500206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/genialidade_9446.html' title='Genialidade'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlWSxW8lGMI/AAAAAAAAACo/7OypBgCZyYo/s72-c/6ODPCANVV5WBCALFEA3QCATI0IZICATT8CFXCA9L3HBLCAEP9YQ9CA69GRNNCAIN9N0RCAT4QAV1CAB725Q7CABHWJ6WCAP1N4PICAVAXJKCCA121I81CAD7WQTMCAXU1YQ4CA27JDJZCAIFP71J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-1303017928404859614</id><published>2009-07-08T02:45:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:31:19.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlRJZJGppyI/AAAAAAAAABE/r6c84ZERfg8/s1600-h/imagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355986553139734306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlRJZJGppyI/AAAAAAAAABE/r6c84ZERfg8/s320/imagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes tenho a sensação de estar sozinha no mundo, me fecho e começo a pensar em tudo que gostaria de ter feito e não corri atrás. Nem sempre é possivel dizer que não deu tempo, pois sei que fugi da luta por pura covardia. Bom, sei que preciso verificar minhas proprias neuras e depois correr atrás dos meus sonhos e devaneios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero poder sentir de novo a vontade de escrever tudo que me vai a cabeça, abraçar os meus&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pensamentos de forma a sentir alegria existente.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Assim tenho certeza que mesmo sozinha teria como sonhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe, a palavra "solidão" dá um frio na espinha, talvez pelo simples fato de acharmos que é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;um estagio de abandono.Mas digo, para mim estar sozinha não significa tristeza, ao contrario, as vezes é motivo de conquista.....isso soa engraçado, mas é como me sinto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tente ficar somente com seus pensamentos e verá como achamos nossos caminhos dignos de luta, digo isso porque faço da solidão o meu ponto de partida e me dou o direito de sorrir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Saudade, palara doce de dizer mas dificil de sentir..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorrir é o proximo passo a conquistar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Solidão...ilusão de um dia poder sonhar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que nem tudo mundo vai concordar comigo, mas digo...as vezes sozinha consigo achar um mundo para amar.&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/767957646758451983-1303017928404859614?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1303017928404859614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/1303017928404859614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/1303017928404859614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlRJZJGppyI/AAAAAAAAABE/r6c84ZERfg8/s72-c/imagem3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-2262894522403506619</id><published>2009-06-28T03:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T02:53:47.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlWElUkCujI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z2EWWkMdsU0/s1600-h/photo20050612162644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356333108536982066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlWElUkCujI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z2EWWkMdsU0/s320/photo20050612162644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho as estrelas a brilhar, e penso como seria bom se cada uma delas iluminassem meu caminho.Fico a imaginar quanta grandeza há nelas e o que nos pode oferecer, será verdade, será felicidade ou somente saudade. Sei que posso viajar nos sonhos que tanto busco,e não viver de uma ilusão postada no passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditar siginifica aceitar nossos medos e seguir em frente, não deixar a porta fechada para a vida. Sei que é difícil, mas se não tentarmos nunca saberemos se somos capazes. Eu acredito nos pequenos momentos de felicidade que obtenho, e desses fragmentos tiro a vontade de continuar. Acredito no sorrisso de uma criança, num conselho de um idoso e acima de tudo acredito que amanhã o sol brilhará para mim. Tenho meus momentos de tristeza, choro, grito, fico com raiva, mas depois de desabafar, levanto os olhos para cima e agradeço. São essas coisas que nos fazem sentir o porque de estar aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O sol nos traz a luz do amanhã..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A felicidade é a nossa meta....busque-a..."&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/767957646758451983-2262894522403506619?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2262894522403506619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/acreditar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2262894522403506619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2262894522403506619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SlWElUkCujI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z2EWWkMdsU0/s72-c/photo20050612162644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-4068657705120720843</id><published>2009-06-26T04:07:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:59:30.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkR_aocuPGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dLMGqwQSaD0/s1600-h/3598_2007-1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351542352734207074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkR_aocuPGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dLMGqwQSaD0/s320/3598_2007-1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkR-3nnIPzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EthozzVVAI8/s1600-h/3598_2007-1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oje&lt;/span&gt; me pego a imaginar como seria voltar no tempo, será que conseguiria apagar tudo que me magoou? será que não choraria tanto? não teria tantos medos e insegurança? Ou perceberia que nada é em vão em nossa vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que tudo tem seu tempo e espaço para acontecer, então se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retroscedesse&lt;/span&gt;, perderia as verdadeiras lições da minha passagem aqui. Nesse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exato&lt;/span&gt; momento estou a pensar em trechos que vivi, e noto o quando foi bom caminhar com esperança de conseguir ser feliz. Isso é viver um dia de cada vez. É saber tirar da tristeza de hoje o sorriso do amanhã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho vontade de escrever tudo que vem a minha mente,mais tem hora que não consigo pôr&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;no papel. Gosto de sentir a chuva no meu rosto, pois é como estar em perfeita harmonia com o meu próprio eu, é sentir-me forte para enfrentar qualquer obstáculo. Essa sou eu querendo continuar a caminhar acreditando que pode sempre sonhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O verdadeiro sentido que existe em nós, é a certeza de poder amar..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-4068657705120720843?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4068657705120720843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/caminhar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4068657705120720843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/4068657705120720843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/caminhar.html' title='Caminhar'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkR_aocuPGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dLMGqwQSaD0/s72-c/3598_2007-1872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-6559500733292404844</id><published>2009-06-24T21:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:33:55.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkLSh5PYjWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QzYTl4fMHVk/s1600-h/Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070787012431202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkLSh5PYjWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QzYTl4fMHVk/s320/Creek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fecho meus olhos e viajo no tempo.O sorriso nos lábios, a vontade de gritar, de correr, de brincar e, quem sabe, de alcançar a lua. Gostaria de poder parar o tempo e buscar pequenos pedaços de mim. Sei que isso as vezes é fuga, mas quem não às tem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sonho é um momento mágico para mim, nele busco o que perdi, e o que ainda quero ter. Nele encontro o meu jeito de continuar essa estrada longa, mas desejada. Quero sentir de novo a alegria nas pequenas coisas que consigo e com isso viver.Quero olhar para uma criança e ver a beleza existente, a vontade de sorrir e brincar , e assim poder falar....a vida é linda e vale a pena conquistar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhos são pequenos momentos de busca em mim mesma, espero nunca parar de sonhar!!!&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/767957646758451983-6559500733292404844?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6559500733292404844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6559500733292404844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6559500733292404844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SkLSh5PYjWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QzYTl4fMHVk/s72-c/Creek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-6704601344366307701</id><published>2009-06-20T05:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:21:10.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sj74lFtWqII/AAAAAAAAAAk/SMvqRlP6TcU/s1600-h/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349986723433982082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sj74lFtWqII/AAAAAAAAAAk/SMvqRlP6TcU/s320/Dock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes tenho a sensação do meu "ontem" invadindo o "hoje", nem sempre isso é bom porque não consigo deixar de sentir-me triste. Guardo dentro de mim lembranças inesquecíveis cheias de muito carinho, são pedaços rasgados no tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me pego olhando as pessoas a minha volta e penso; será que ela lembra do seu tempo de criança, ou prefere sua adolescência.....será que isso é importante? será que não devemos desenterrar nossos esqueletos? Mas se não fazê-lo, como podemos agradecer momentos que nos fizeram ir adiante!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem, eu para falar a verdade; tenho que admitir que qdo escrevo transporto-me aos mais belos momentos que vivi..........exemplo: escrever poesias e o que viesse a cabeça sentada nas pedras de frente pro mar(férias na praia)....andar de teleférico em Campos de Jordão; isso qdo tinha meus treze anos.........sempre gostei de escrever, mas nunca de mostrar a alguém.Tinha a sensação de ter o mundo só pra mim, como era bom, como me deixava feliz. Esses eram os momentos mais sublimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, acho que estrapolei hoje, sendo assim só me resta dizer ....tchau.&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/767957646758451983-6704601344366307701?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6704601344366307701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6704601344366307701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/6704601344366307701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sj74lFtWqII/AAAAAAAAAAk/SMvqRlP6TcU/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-840564481597251975</id><published>2009-06-18T22:00:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:16:46.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/Sjr_QGx0iwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0TvNduvjMN4/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade, palavra que transmite tanto sentimento....faz as pessoas irem atrás de quem se gosta. Momento de abraçar, de lembrar as pequenas coisas de ontem que ainda são importantes hoje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu constantemente gosto de reelembrar pequenas fases do passado, elas com certeza me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SjsAEK8eFEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nQwFYEY2ZGQ/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348869054090056770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SjsAEK8eFEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nQwFYEY2ZGQ/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dão a sensação da alegria que acreditava ter. Hoje sei que nem sempre conseguimos ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;um sorrisso no rosto, mas ainda busco momentos felizes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nesse momento estou certa que meus sentimentos são fortes e verdadeiros, quero poder dar as pessoas ao meu lado tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de mais belo que existe no mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digo a vôces para buscarem dentro de si mesmos lembranças de pura magia de passado,pois elas nos trazem a nossa história....e isso é maravilhoso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da próxima vez tentarei passar mais momentos inesquecíveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/767957646758451983-840564481597251975?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/840564481597251975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/840564481597251975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/840564481597251975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SjsAEK8eFEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nQwFYEY2ZGQ/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-767957646758451983.post-2216996131553778367</id><published>2009-06-18T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:17:21.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SjrK4OamhwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGJQjvx-U0k/s1600-h/Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348810574747043586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SjrK4OamhwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGJQjvx-U0k/s320/Forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho tanta coisa pra recordar mas nem sempre consigo, será por estar sempre com o pé atrás?Ou será por medo?&lt;br /&gt;As vezes quero falar o que guardo dentro de mim, mas como não consigo, prefiro escrever.Vou começar a colocar meus pensamentos em ordem, para depois escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Por agora é só o que quero escrever, até a próxima vez.&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/767957646758451983-2216996131553778367?l=bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2216996131553778367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/recordacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2216996131553778367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/767957646758451983/posts/default/2216996131553778367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellbothmomentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/recordacao.html' title='Recordação'/><author><name>Isabel Both</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15880904332397484162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/TJGazWS6e7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/omQvZo9fy-0/S220/DSC06804.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYNMSsy1P84/SjrK4OamhwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGJQjvx-U0k/s72-c/Forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
