<?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-5061579864716031465</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:04:18.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPMcRae.blogger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-1334113990713290091</id><published>2009-10-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:54:14.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deitar A Perder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Ss5Cy7bf76I/AAAAAAAAANA/969_qxXwQKE/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390319246722985890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Ss5Cy7bf76I/AAAAAAAAANA/969_qxXwQKE/s200/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Ss5CPzi936I/AAAAAAAAAM4/kBM-BUmrf5k/s1600-h/38dac3191654c3d5fa2eff4a8b8a1683_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390318643311402914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Ss5CPzi936I/AAAAAAAAAM4/kBM-BUmrf5k/s200/38dac3191654c3d5fa2eff4a8b8a1683_web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390318278826500946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Ss5B6lu_o1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fxq6A3HNtRk/s200/1229947282.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ninguém te amou como eu. Ninguém te quis como eu quis. Ninguém te viu feliz como eu. Ninguém te magoou como eu, como eu. Como eu,ninguém esperou, como eu, e acreditou. Que tudo se pode perdoar. Só à força de te amar. Sentado à beira-rio. Eu vejo-o correr. Ter a vida por um fio, deitá-la a perder.Como eu, como eu, ninguém esperou. Como eu, e acreditou, Que tudo se pode perdoar. Só à força de te amar. Sentir o amor escapar. Por entre os beijos fugir. Por entre as mãos escaputir. Como eu, como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xutos.pt/"&gt;http://www.xutos.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="201" height="160" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8fccb89dd72bfefb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8fccb89dd72bfefb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629625%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EB102CA4654B5F6F8E7A14ABD7BB1EA3E2EEE53.347D6D2656B44FA72C7D98740B50956C33013079%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8fccb89dd72bfefb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0v6wCVWKdJ52FOWrj-h9TBNG_xE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="201" height="160" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8fccb89dd72bfefb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629625%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EB102CA4654B5F6F8E7A14ABD7BB1EA3E2EEE53.347D6D2656B44FA72C7D98740B50956C33013079%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8fccb89dd72bfefb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0v6wCVWKdJ52FOWrj-h9TBNG_xE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/5061579864716031465-1334113990713290091?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/1334113990713290091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/10/deitar-perder_7989.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/1334113990713290091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/1334113990713290091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/10/deitar-perder_7989.html' title='Deitar A Perder'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Ss5Cy7bf76I/AAAAAAAAANA/969_qxXwQKE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-4499584309259428887</id><published>2009-10-02T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:15:11.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponte A Prueva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXh_NObAOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WECgtlDQ1U8/s1600-h/daniela-estirada-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De lunes a viernes, de 23 a 1&lt;br /&gt;Ponte A Prueba, el único programa que no se atreven a hacer las otras emisoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXiImyWyAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QFvSX9rZnvQ/s1600-h/logotip_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387961166697252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXiImyWyAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QFvSX9rZnvQ/s400/logotip_01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsYSNA8dG-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/HhrLx96zJag/s1600-h/img_12761266_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388014018996542434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsYSNA8dG-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/HhrLx96zJag/s200/img_12761266_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divendres 9 de maig a les 18 h la Biblioteca acull la xerrada &lt;a class="enlace" href="http://www.abrelaboca.com/ponte.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ponte a prueba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: l'èxit de la ràdio per a joves a càrrec d'Oriol SàbatDins el programa Tot l'Any Lectura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="enlace" href="http://www.abrelaboca.com/ponte.asp"&gt;Ponte a prueba&lt;/a&gt; està presentat i dirigit por Josep Lobató i l'equip de locutors està format per &lt;a class="enlace" href="http://www.josep-lobato.com/joseplobato.html"&gt;Josep Lobató&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="enlace" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oriol_Sàbat"&gt;Oriol Sàbat&lt;/a&gt;, Patricia López i la sexòloga Daniela Blume.És un programa radiofònic dirigit a un públic objectiu d'entre 14 i 35 anys que s'emet a l'emissora musical Europa FM des de setembre de 2006, en horari de 23:00 a 01:00 hores i de dilluns a divendres i els diumenges s'emet una recopilació dels millors moments de la setmana. És un programa de participació de l'oient on s'hi dona cabuda a temes com el sexe, l'amistat, les relacions… des d'un punt de vista distés i divertit i a més, es combinen les intervencions en directe amb els èxits musicals del moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="enlace" href="http://www.abrelaboca.com/ponte.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oriol Sàbat "Uri" és llicenciat en Comunicació Audiovisual, locutor i presentador de ràdio i televisió. D'on sorgeix aquesta idea de ràdio pensada i dirigits als joves? Quin equip assessor hi ha al da&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXh1WQd7ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/sg8wmW4aC5s/s1600-h/96_2_NEW_daniela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387960835842633106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXh1WQd7ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/sg8wmW4aC5s/s320/96_2_NEW_daniela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rrera d'aquest programa? Amb l&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387961005216825570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXh_NObAOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WECgtlDQ1U8/s320/daniela-estirada-logo.jpg" /&gt;'Uri podrem parlar del programa de ràdio però també de tots aquells temes que més interessen als nostre joves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061579864716031465-4499584309259428887?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/4499584309259428887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/10/ponte-prova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/4499584309259428887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/4499584309259428887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/10/ponte-prova.html' title='Ponte A Prueva'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsXiImyWyAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QFvSX9rZnvQ/s72-c/logotip_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-4944546642386690683</id><published>2009-09-23T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:00:47.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lua</title><content type='html'>Vejo o raiar d&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Srp9SvZMYbI/AAAAAAAAALg/FiS943Hhi-g/s1600-h/Lua-.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384754065388102066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Srp9SvZMYbI/AAAAAAAAALg/FiS943Hhi-g/s320/Lua-.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a lua. Ao nascer da escuridão bela. A noite é minha, é tua. Da lua, todos gostamos dela.&lt;br /&gt;É, alegria das madrugadas.Nelas definimos juras de amor. A lua, e elas são felizardas. Assistem ao nosso esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Temos a lua no coração. E as madrugadas no sentimento. Quando a olhamos, sentimos emoção&lt;br /&gt;Que perpetuamos o acontecimento. A lua será o nosso aconchego. As madrugadas, o desassossego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061579864716031465-4944546642386690683?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/4944546642386690683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/4944546642386690683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/4944546642386690683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/lua.html' title='A Lua'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/Srp9SvZMYbI/AAAAAAAAALg/FiS943Hhi-g/s72-c/Lua-.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-7438439862213758949</id><published>2009-09-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:14:02.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida!...!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsZ6XPGrX7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0UtAZ7YyohQ/s1600-h/bc4a591ad1899f97e57b8c8tc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388128543805497266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsZ6XPGrX7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0UtAZ7YyohQ/s200/bc4a591ad1899f97e57b8c8tc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrkPhJQB51I/AAAAAAAAALY/6A5lVaP5870/s1600-h/DSCF7126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384351891591391058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrkPhJQB51I/AAAAAAAAALY/6A5lVaP5870/s320/DSCF7126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrgIywOxE0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JF43oMOjLXk/s1600-h/SOLIDO~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 2px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 4px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384063022554747714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrgIywOxE0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JF43oMOjLXk/s320/SOLIDO~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sensualíssima mulher de carnes maravilhosas cujos passos são horas cadenciadas rítmicas fatais. A cada movimento do teu corpo dispersam asas de desejos que me roçam a pele e encrespam os nervos na alucinação do «nunca mais». Vou seguindo teus passos lutando e sofrendo cantando e chorando e ficam abertos meus braços: nunca te alcanço! Meu suplício de Tântalo. Envelheço... E tu, Vida, cada vez mais viçosa na oscilação nervosa das tuas ancas fecundas e sempre virgens! À punhalada dilacero a folhagem e abro clareiras na floresta milenária do meu caminho. Humildemente se rasga e avilta no roçar dos espinhos minha carne dorida. E quando julgo chegada a hora meu abraço de posse fica escancarado no ar! Olímpica firme gloriosa tu passas e não te alcanço, Vida. Caio suado de borco no lodo... O vento da noite badala nos ramos sarcasmos canalhas. Não avisto a vida! Tenho medo, grito. Creio em Deus e nos fantásticos ecos do meu grito que vêm de longe e de perto do sul e do norte que me envolvem e esmagam: — maldita selva, maldita selva, antes o deserto, a sede e a morte! (Manuel da Fonseca, in "Rosa dos Ventos")&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/5061579864716031465-7438439862213758949?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/7438439862213758949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-sensualissima-mulher-de-carnes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/7438439862213758949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/7438439862213758949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-sensualissima-mulher-de-carnes.html' title='Vida!...!??'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SsZ6XPGrX7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0UtAZ7YyohQ/s72-c/bc4a591ad1899f97e57b8c8tc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-2391179545410848278</id><published>2009-09-21T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:03:07.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um Mundo Melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrgFG1ww90I/AAAAAAAAALI/50mwtnam4fI/s1600-h/mUNDO+MELHOR+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384058969590396738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrgFG1ww90I/AAAAAAAAALI/50mwtnam4fI/s400/mUNDO+MELHOR+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061579864716031465-2391179545410848278?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/2391179545410848278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/oor-um-mundo-melhor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/2391179545410848278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/2391179545410848278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/oor-um-mundo-melhor.html' title='Por um Mundo Melhor'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrgFG1ww90I/AAAAAAAAALI/50mwtnam4fI/s72-c/mUNDO+MELHOR+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-7101384445865846455</id><published>2009-09-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:55:22.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrUVNeL9HMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K-jgUoWL-wQ/s1600-h/f16aea90abaeb4dcfff34adqd7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383232250776984770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrUVNeL9HMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K-jgUoWL-wQ/s320/f16aea90abaeb4dcfff34adqd7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os homens têm medo de realizar seus maiores sonhos porque acham que não o merecem, ou não vão conseguir! Mas o medo não é uma coisa concreta. Ele está em seus corações!! Os corações morrem de medo só de pensar em amores que partiram para sempre... Em momentos que poderiam ter sido bons e não foram... Quando isso acontece, acabamos sofrendo muito! e ai tentamos fechar o coração com medo de voltar a sofrer. Mas o medo é pior que o próprio sofrimento. Nenhum coração jamais sofreu quando foi em busca de seus sonhos, porque cada momento de busca é um momento de vida, de energia, de encontro com Deus e com a eternidade. Então... Ouça seu coração! Ninguém consegue fugir dele. Por isso, é melhor escutar o que ele fala para que não venha um golpe que você não espera, porque você jamais vai conseguir mantê-lo calado. Mesmo que finja não escutar o que ele diz, ele estará dentro do seu peito, repetindo o que pensa sobre a vida e o mundo... O dia inteiro... O tempo todo... Por isso, ouça o seu coração! Beijinhos ternos em teu coração Beijo!! .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061579864716031465-7101384445865846455?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/7101384445865846455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-homens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/7101384445865846455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/7101384445865846455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-homens.html' title='Os Homens'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrUVNeL9HMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K-jgUoWL-wQ/s72-c/f16aea90abaeb4dcfff34adqd7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-7853377826735426513</id><published>2009-09-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:28:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de ti !!? ´´É passado.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrPfMJ_zpTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_L35sweRqaI/s1600-h/b5676daa1913fc6fe3a733byy0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382891379572843826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrPfMJ_zpTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_L35sweRqaI/s320/b5676daa1913fc6fe3a733byy0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Nas ultimas vezes que falamos, nos ultimos dias e meses acabei por não me lembrar, de dizer o significado da tua exixtencia para mim, por isso digo agora es forte e sempre seras alguem especial ainda que longe um do outro.O teu papel na minha vida foi importante, marcas te a minha vida fizeste-me crescer, tu ensinaste-me a viver, muitas pessoas cruzaram-se no meu caminho nenhuma delas boas ou mas. Deixaram-me conhecer da maneira intensa como aconteceu contigo queria ter dito isto, devagar e com calma, foste mais que um afecto.Saudade de um pedaço de emoção, dentro de nos. Uma voz um olhar, um toque de repente uma angustia, saudades do que não fiz, saudades das coisas, do lugar da pessoa de um beijo de um carinho de um sorriso saudades de alguem.......SAUDADES DE TI...?????&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/5061579864716031465-7853377826735426513?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/7853377826735426513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudades-de-ti-e-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/7853377826735426513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/7853377826735426513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudades-de-ti-e-passado.html' title='Saudades de ti !!? ´´É passado.....'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrPfMJ_zpTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_L35sweRqaI/s72-c/b5676daa1913fc6fe3a733byy0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061579864716031465.post-8773522715160060944</id><published>2009-09-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:20:01.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Amo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrO1suTJQhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9N9bIiYYUA/s1600-h/c71b94279b6dde9d5a75c25ju2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382845759585075730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrO1suTJQhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9N9bIiYYUA/s320/c71b94279b6dde9d5a75c25ju2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando amo a minha mente voa, Perde-se na onda do amor, Flutua paira ate me apetece esquecer por momentos esta dor. Como é um prazer e sofrer esta sensação, que nos absorve bem dentro do coração. É um caminho sinuoso e deprimente, que por vezes tão bem, tão mal nos faz Ganho asas, como é maravilhoso o voo alto bem alto subir e não mais parar. Quero ser livre bem livre, para um dia alcançar-te, para sempre quero voar no vento do amor. Só assim consigo ser feliz, minha vontade de dar e a minha razão de expressando viver. Nunca mais quero sofrer, quero sorrir sorrir, sempre sorrir com uma extrema vontade de amar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061579864716031465-8773522715160060944?l=jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/feeds/8773522715160060944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-amo-minha-mente-voaperde-se-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/8773522715160060944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061579864716031465/posts/default/8773522715160060944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpmcrae-vln.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-amo-minha-mente-voaperde-se-na.html' title='Quando Amo.....'/><author><name>JPMcRae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17234446319785882611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrKQOuZ5iKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NaXRR9gdyOE/S220/DSCF7040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q2LOSQW22BI/SrO1suTJQhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9N9bIiYYUA/s72-c/c71b94279b6dde9d5a75c25ju2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
