<?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-1095091291671272613</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:08:44.776+01:00</updated><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='Palavras'/><category term='Instantes'/><category term='Insanidade Temporária'/><title type='text'>Indecências da Alma</title><subtitle type='html'>Local de encontros para Almas indecentes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-3336215250840367752</id><published>2009-07-01T22:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:16:52.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><title type='text'>Como é bom viver!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkvRcWf1mhI/AAAAAAAAA0s/0Cx9PfY0v30/s1600-h/2853491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353602867065625106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkvRcWf1mhI/AAAAAAAAA0s/0Cx9PfY0v30/s320/2853491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tristeza de espírito é acreditar que tudo o que desejamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;acontece sem que tenhamos de lutar por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se a Vida fosse tão fácil assim para que valeria a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se um sonho fosse facilmente concretizável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;qual o prazer de sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estou feliz por saber que viver é ultrapassar obstáculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e sorrir sempre porque cada dia é diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095091291671272613-3336215250840367752?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3336215250840367752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=3336215250840367752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/3336215250840367752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/3336215250840367752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-e-bom-viver.html' title='Como é bom viver!!'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkvRcWf1mhI/AAAAAAAAA0s/0Cx9PfY0v30/s72-c/2853491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-111631002309812595</id><published>2009-06-30T22:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:59:11.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instantes'/><title type='text'>Instantes II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkqH0o3Ze0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/OsvvxZlh3OQ/s1600-h/2181950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353240445475978050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkqH0o3Ze0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/OsvvxZlh3OQ/s320/2181950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Durante um jantar derramei uma gota de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tu olhaste sem dar atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;continuei e derramei algumas gotas mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tu achaste estranho e franziste o rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quando olhaste de novo, as gotas de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;continham um percurso que terminava em ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sorriste com os teus olhos amendoados e perguntaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;qual o significado do que fiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Olhei-te nos olhos, sorri e com voz suave respondi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; este é o trilho do nosso amor em sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;um trilho de pequenas gotas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;um trilho de pequenos momentos que serão, para nós, sempre grandes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;um trilho de fogo e paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;um trilho alcóolico porque o Amor é uma bebida forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tu não disseste nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;o teu silêncio deu voz ao meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095091291671272613-111631002309812595?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/111631002309812595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=111631002309812595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/111631002309812595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/111631002309812595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/instantes-ii.html' title='Instantes II'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkqH0o3Ze0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/OsvvxZlh3OQ/s72-c/2181950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-4063836109994486037</id><published>2009-06-26T16:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:44:53.417+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Alentejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkTqPnxOTDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/t1SZ1lBJ_go/s1600-h/2728977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351659811317369906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkTqPnxOTDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/t1SZ1lBJ_go/s320/2728977.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nasci lisboeta mas tenho alma noutro lado, um sitio calmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uma terra quente, com paisagens secas e vermelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um local repleto de chaparros e um Sol intenso que se agarra a nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e nos deixa a sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Essa terra feita de gente simples, com coração imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uma terra com o melhor vinho tinto deste pequeno país,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uma terra com comida especial feita por quem ama os animais e o paladar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uma terra feita de amor pela natureza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma terra onde se pode respirar e ver realmente o que nos rodeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma terra onde nos deitamos à sombra de um chaparro e deixamos-nos vaguear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nas páginas de um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no embalar do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no calor do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no feitiço de um cantar típico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um local feito de casas brancas e simples que se espalham na paisagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um local feito de silêncios ou pequenos ruídos da natureza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um local onde ainda é possivel pensar e relaxar sem nada fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um local onde se pode apreciar o pôr do sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;com um copo de tinto numa noite quente de Verão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Como diria o meu avô, as noites de Verão são "noites boas para amar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Assim eu amo essa terra chamada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alentejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1095091291671272613-4063836109994486037?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4063836109994486037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=4063836109994486037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/4063836109994486037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/4063836109994486037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/alentejo.html' title='Alentejo'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SkTqPnxOTDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/t1SZ1lBJ_go/s72-c/2728977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-2507020236503063197</id><published>2009-06-04T21:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:30:12.146+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instantes'/><title type='text'>Instantes I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/Sigtn_KpvJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/qEofjLBdZUs/s1600-h/2657609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343571122869353618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/Sigtn_KpvJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/qEofjLBdZUs/s320/2657609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A leveza do espirito consegue ser proporcional à da Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;quando nos sentimos completos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ser completo é conseguir amar sem olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;e olhar sem ter medo de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095091291671272613-2507020236503063197?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2507020236503063197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=2507020236503063197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/2507020236503063197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/2507020236503063197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/instantes-i.html' title='Instantes I'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/Sigtn_KpvJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/qEofjLBdZUs/s72-c/2657609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-2426646246957232671</id><published>2009-06-03T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:40:05.447+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiVpWRtXxoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/O3CgCxTguwI/s1600-h/2789542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342792364376704642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiVpWRtXxoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/O3CgCxTguwI/s320/2789542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Peguei no carro, numa manhã de nevoeiro e fiz-me à estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;percorri kilometros sem sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a pensar na Vida e na vontade que tinha de fugir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fugir de ti e de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fugir dos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fugir das preocupações e insignificâncias do viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Guiava com a ideia de que deveria parar em algum lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mas ainda não sabia onde e esperava um sinal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;um sinal que só eu pudesse decifrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O rádio dava-me aquele Oxigénio que me vicia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mas que não me permite respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as músicas trazem-me recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dos pequenos momentos que fazem a Vida grande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Durante a viagem pensava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;na dificuldade de concretizar os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;na dor de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no medo de ser adulto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;na mesquinhez humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nos momentos em que nos podemos entregar e temos medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;na importância que o dinheiro tem para obter alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no teu sorriso e como isso me alegrava a alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei pela janela e vi aquela praia de areia branca com um mar cristalino de tanto azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uma praia de sonho materializada perante mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;senti que era aqui que devia chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Percorri a areia com os pés descalços, sentindo-me leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o sol tocava-me nas costas, aquecendo-me por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o meu olhar não deixava aquele azul do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;não existiam ondas, apenas leves murmúrios de espuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Entrei no mar... nú... sem amarras... sem preocupações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;senti-me leve pela primeira vez na minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;embrenhei-me mais até ficar com a agua pelo pescoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sem parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Por fim, parei e Gritei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Abri a boca e soltei um Grito intenso, profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um Grito que veio da alma, tão doloroso como uma pintura de Munch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quando o Grito acabou era apenas EU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei para trás, a praia estava deserta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem mágoa, sem arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Deixei-me ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu nunca pertenci aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095091291671272613-2426646246957232671?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2426646246957232671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=2426646246957232671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/2426646246957232671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/2426646246957232671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/grito.html' title='Grito'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiVpWRtXxoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/O3CgCxTguwI/s72-c/2789542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-3931162505882285325</id><published>2009-06-02T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:36:06.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanidade Temporária'/><title type='text'>Chagas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiQtNzokReI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v_iKQkwezfE/s1600-h/2028359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444773190157794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiQtNzokReI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v_iKQkwezfE/s320/2028359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cansei de te esperar, fiz tudo o que podia e estava ao meu alcance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tu nunca demonstraste sentir o que quer que fosse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;precisavas de apoio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;precisavas de carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mas nunca de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Digo "Basta" quando já o devia ter feito antes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;muito tempo antes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sem ter necessidade de te dar uma e outra e outra hipótese,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nunca fui o teu ideal de homem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mas sei o valor que tenho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;não me perco na voragem do tempo e sei esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simplesmente, olho para o horizonte e sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sei que um dia virá alguém ter comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sei que um dia aquela ponte que me separa da felicidade estará completa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sei que um dia o sonho será realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sei que um dia alguém vai dar valor ao que sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a quem sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tu vais continuar a correr em busca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;em busca de paz interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;em busca do homem ideal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;em busca do teu ideal de felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;em busca de quem saiba amar-te pelo que desejas que te amem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;em busca do que nem tu sabes bem o que é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Talvez olhes para trás e vejas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vejas o que perdeste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vejas o que não conseguias olhar por estares vendada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vejas que o exterior nem sempre é o mais importante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vejas que o Amor com A grande surge sem esforço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vejas que tinhas tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Agora acabou... tens o que escolheste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu? Vou seguir aquela ponte e ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se vou encontrar o que procuro? Não sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apenas sei que procuro ser Feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095091291671272613-3931162505882285325?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3931162505882285325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=3931162505882285325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/3931162505882285325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/3931162505882285325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/chagas.html' title='Chagas'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiQtNzokReI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v_iKQkwezfE/s72-c/2028359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095091291671272613.post-7725638283830449789</id><published>2009-06-01T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:57:07.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><title type='text'>Palavras que o Vento Leva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiQnf5pJCWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/IMvjoztV-2A/s1600-h/2033174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342438486971058530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiQnf5pJCWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/IMvjoztV-2A/s320/2033174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sempre me disseste que sabia escrever e eu, porém, nunca acreditei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Queria dizer-te o que sinto dentro de mim e nunca encontrei as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;certas... mas o que é certo ou errado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será certo dizer "amo-te" mesmo que não seja sentido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será certo dizer "estás linda" quando apetece é fugir de ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será certo dizer "aborreces-me" quando a vontade que tenho é de fugir de mim mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Será certo dizer "foste a única" quando és a do momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As palavras não chegam para dizer o que sentimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As palavras são meios incompletos de sonhar a Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As palavras são fogos fatuos de momentos que desejamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As palavras são ilusões de pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que posso dizer-te escrevendo que não possa transmitir pelo olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Descobre... mas tu que me lês adivinha e arrisca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O Mundo está dificil dizes tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para o Amor não está, basta que acredites, respondo eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;São sonhos em palavras e palavras em pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e sonhos em pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e imagens em sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somos névoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somos um pedaço de poeira no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somos sonho de outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somos o outro em sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Indecência é ter Alma e continuar a viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Indecência é ter coragem de dizer o que se pensa sem medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Indecência é usar qualquer palavra para exprimir sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Indecência é pensar por ti mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Indecência é ter vontade de arriscar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somos indecentes? Eu tento... e tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095091291671272613-7725638283830449789?l=indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7725638283830449789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095091291671272613&amp;postID=7725638283830449789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/7725638283830449789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095091291671272613/posts/default/7725638283830449789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indecenciasdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/06/sempre-me-disseste-que-sabia-escrever-e.html' title='Palavras que o Vento Leva'/><author><name>Carpe Diem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093587439247045421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxn-hzwuYrY/SiQnf5pJCWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/IMvjoztV-2A/s72-c/2033174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
