<?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-2262179600675506737</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:05:48.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos Intemporais</title><subtitle type='html'>Procuro na eternidade o futuro que me encontra</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5201952070909694172</id><published>2012-02-05T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:55:45.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti, meu pequeno tesouro =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tnBccuIDTTw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5201952070909694172?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5201952070909694172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5201952070909694172' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5201952070909694172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5201952070909694172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-ti-meu-pequeno-tesouro.html' title='Para ti, meu pequeno tesouro =)'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tnBccuIDTTw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-4729006314008869540</id><published>2012-01-27T11:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:20:09.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado do AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMAPG2Gcp9g/TyKIYla_SWI/AAAAAAAABeI/kzJokTuh3qk/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMAPG2Gcp9g/TyKIYla_SWI/AAAAAAAABeI/kzJokTuh3qk/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702270034148018530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias infelizes, caminhos perdidos pelo tempo, linhas paralelas em sombras chumbadas... Um estreito ponto de vista sem futuro aparente.&lt;br /&gt;Que doença foi essa? Algo celestial ou demoníaco?&lt;br /&gt;Viver na sombra de ilusões...&lt;br /&gt;De facto, não tenho dúvidas, o AMOR é um desafio estranho que julgamos precisar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que dizer mais?&lt;br /&gt;Depois do fantasma do adeus, eis que ressuscitou algo superior.&lt;br /&gt;O que será?&lt;br /&gt;É algo garantidamente superior. Superior a qualquer AMOR platónico, assente na verdadeira razão do existir.&lt;br /&gt;Não lhe chamo AMOR, é sim um enigma que ainda desconheço, um sentimento estrondoso que faz bater o meu coração, é uma união sincera que vai muito além do visível, uma luz que alcança o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me fez agarrar à vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da história:&lt;/strong&gt; Por vezes temos que perder para que possamos ganhar algo muito melhor. Eu sinto isso agora. Nada acontece ao acaso, tudo tem uma razão de ser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-4729006314008869540?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/4729006314008869540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=4729006314008869540' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4729006314008869540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4729006314008869540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-outro-lado-do-amor.html' title='O outro lado do AMOR'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMAPG2Gcp9g/TyKIYla_SWI/AAAAAAAABeI/kzJokTuh3qk/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7713297041565760737</id><published>2012-01-24T01:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T02:02:54.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora que te tenho...</title><content type='html'>... apenas me resta uma certeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WMYhi17Zw2M?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE, meu pequeno tesouro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7713297041565760737?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7713297041565760737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7713297041565760737' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7713297041565760737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7713297041565760737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2012/01/agora-que-te-tenho.html' title='Agora que te tenho...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WMYhi17Zw2M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5603435806217490408</id><published>2012-01-07T23:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:18:14.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo dia irá nascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZHVEvGaTO8/TwjEnE5lxxI/AAAAAAAABdY/XyDSNOMPwHs/s1600/Amanhecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZHVEvGaTO8/TwjEnE5lxxI/AAAAAAAABdY/XyDSNOMPwHs/s400/Amanhecer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695017904419227410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o caos e o mistério, tive coragem de avançar. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo, medo de apostar na minha curiosidade. &lt;br /&gt;Estou petrificada de medo, mas sei que este será o mais forte dos meus prazeres... porque algo de poderoso está para acontecer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5603435806217490408?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5603435806217490408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5603435806217490408' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5603435806217490408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5603435806217490408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-novo-dia-ira-nascer_07.html' title='Um novo dia irá nascer'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZHVEvGaTO8/TwjEnE5lxxI/AAAAAAAABdY/XyDSNOMPwHs/s72-c/Amanhecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-4706982279261399547</id><published>2011-12-23T01:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:39:39.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque há sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AlUZ98n0Ls/TvPLs60fX-I/AAAAAAAABas/zheFIl-PAv0/s1600/arvore%2Bnatal%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AlUZ98n0Ls/TvPLs60fX-I/AAAAAAAABas/zheFIl-PAv0/s320/arvore%2Bnatal%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689114726863167458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;uma &lt;br /&gt;esperança &lt;br /&gt;que &lt;br /&gt;nos &lt;br /&gt;move &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL E QUE O NOVO ANO VENHA CARREGADO DE EMOÇÕES, HUMILDADE E MUITAS SURPRESAS BOAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-4706982279261399547?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/4706982279261399547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=4706982279261399547' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4706982279261399547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4706982279261399547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-porque-ha-sempre.html' title='E porque há sempre...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6AlUZ98n0Ls/TvPLs60fX-I/AAAAAAAABas/zheFIl-PAv0/s72-c/arvore%2Bnatal%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6236593979543589695</id><published>2011-12-20T20:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:14:27.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc62jXlct5g/TvDpGF_NeWI/AAAAAAAABaI/jn-tLWLWrCs/s1600/chamaDoAmor%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc62jXlct5g/TvDpGF_NeWI/AAAAAAAABaI/jn-tLWLWrCs/s320/chamaDoAmor%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688302620264724834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é nesta imensidão de tudo o que por ti sinto que te digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperta dentro de mim uma nova vida, algo maravilhosamente belo e demasiado perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Inunda-me subitamente o coração de amor, um amor puro que move montanhas e navega mares. Que planta em cada manhã palavras sinceras de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Caminharemos como um só, um único ser, a descoberta mútua e presente em todos os sonhos que tornaremos realidade. &lt;br /&gt;Meu pequeno tesouro, meu príncipe... deixa-me que te diga que farei de ti o meu mundo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6236593979543589695?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6236593979543589695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6236593979543589695' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6236593979543589695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6236593979543589695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/12/pure-love.html' title='Pure love'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc62jXlct5g/TvDpGF_NeWI/AAAAAAAABaI/jn-tLWLWrCs/s72-c/chamaDoAmor%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3327253700862277370</id><published>2011-12-10T22:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:10:55.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>A noite tornou-se negra&lt;br /&gt;Cai chuva...&lt;br /&gt;Poços de lágrimas incapazes de afastar a dor&lt;br /&gt;Eternos afectos que o fogo levou&lt;br /&gt;Vazios no momento da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Vidas em memórias sem idade&lt;br /&gt;Talvez perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nunca vividas&lt;br /&gt;Num vermelho cinza&lt;br /&gt;Vivo desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvZeW3a4veI/TuPYk0XSTHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/xC1xIUHKthU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvZeW3a4veI/TuPYk0XSTHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/xC1xIUHKthU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684625281714900082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mesmo assim, foi bom rever-te, não sei bem porquê)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3327253700862277370?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3327253700862277370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3327253700862277370' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3327253700862277370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3327253700862277370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvZeW3a4veI/TuPYk0XSTHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/xC1xIUHKthU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1167289287040471546</id><published>2011-11-23T20:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:51:21.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tempo fora de tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgo8AbzTHmc/Ts1OqQdFdTI/AAAAAAAABZY/CwEoOHQcAWo/s1600/g%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgo8AbzTHmc/Ts1OqQdFdTI/AAAAAAAABZY/CwEoOHQcAWo/s320/g%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678281193062495538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haverá maior união entre o céu e a terra?&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer as minhas limitações e sentir viva cada fibra do meu humilde corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso deste contacto com a terra, de correr espaço fora e fora do tempo, de respirar a fragrância dos pinheiros, uma aragem livre ou de leve frescura projectada pelo seu manto protector.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso da minha solidão rica que traz tranquilidade e harmonia para o meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Só aqui permaneço confortável e abrigada dos olhares... transbordando o espírito livre que há dentro de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1167289287040471546?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1167289287040471546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1167289287040471546' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1167289287040471546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1167289287040471546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-tempo-fora-de-tempo.html' title='Um tempo fora de tempo'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgo8AbzTHmc/Ts1OqQdFdTI/AAAAAAAABZY/CwEoOHQcAWo/s72-c/g%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5820187765396419409</id><published>2011-11-10T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:18:09.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>"Temos de viver cada dia da maneira que julgamos que nos fará sentir de bem com a nossa vida - para que, se ela acabar amanhã, fiquemos satisfeitos connosco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JANE SEYMOUR, n. 1951&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5820187765396419409?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5820187765396419409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5820187765396419409' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5820187765396419409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5820187765396419409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Fragmentos 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title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2460817842300221047' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2460817842300221047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2460817842300221047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/10/olho-para-mim.html' title='Olho para mim...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7179017377457829747</id><published>2011-10-15T10:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:49:50.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deambulando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdiFiBuXTc4/TplXMZxKo1I/AAAAAAAABXs/qfn_3F86bPM/s1600/859008_s5kZh%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdiFiBuXTc4/TplXMZxKo1I/AAAAAAAABXs/qfn_3F86bPM/s320/859008_s5kZh%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663653876982260562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inexistente caminho do ser, aqui me encontro num rasgo de sombra ainda por queimar. Num desabafo de um cigarro, ainda por apagar...&lt;br /&gt;Nas memórias pintadas de ouro, pequenas corridas contra o tempo... a límpida sinfonia que me liberta, um olhar num segredo.&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com a vertigem de um sonho sem partir, no espelho de uma vida (por vezes meia sofrida) que deixa muito para contar.&lt;br /&gt;São malabarismos mágicos, um destino por encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;São palavras, meras palavras, um coração para te amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7179017377457829747?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7179017377457829747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7179017377457829747' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7179017377457829747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7179017377457829747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/10/deambulando.html' title='Deambulando'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdiFiBuXTc4/TplXMZxKo1I/AAAAAAAABXs/qfn_3F86bPM/s72-c/859008_s5kZh%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1805055795266935808</id><published>2011-10-09T18:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:48:11.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="440" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BLKiMbC6s2k?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio é temperado por gritos de ternura, cria-se em pinceladas de amor o entorpecimento de um Eu em desassossegadas vigílias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1805055795266935808?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1805055795266935808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1805055795266935808' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1805055795266935808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1805055795266935808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BLKiMbC6s2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2350773550218258550</id><published>2011-09-23T21:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:05:57.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9lDg0Mwzl4/Tnz0lxyChJI/AAAAAAAABXM/sDjFhhxCX9k/s1600/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9lDg0Mwzl4/Tnz0lxyChJI/AAAAAAAABXM/sDjFhhxCX9k/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655664161926055058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro esta noite a tranquilidade silenciosa, o tacto sereno, a languidez que se reveste de mantas, o toque quente, a compreensão física de dois corpos distintos em mãos confidentes de puros desejos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2350773550218258550?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2350773550218258550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2350773550218258550' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2350773550218258550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2350773550218258550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9lDg0Mwzl4/Tnz0lxyChJI/AAAAAAAABXM/sDjFhhxCX9k/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7088770797197304555</id><published>2011-09-18T11:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:16:20.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta...</title><content type='html'>... a casa&lt;br /&gt;... ao trabalho&lt;br /&gt;... ao velho quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas completamente renovada e plena de força para enfrentar novos desafios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7088770797197304555?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7088770797197304555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7088770797197304555' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7088770797197304555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7088770797197304555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-volta.html' title='De volta...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5039269604381271343</id><published>2011-09-05T23:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:22:33.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechado literalmente para...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNL821q3snw/TmVLmfOHDuI/AAAAAAAABWs/igs9c58W44I/s1600/f%25C3%25A9rias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNL821q3snw/TmVLmfOHDuI/AAAAAAAABWs/igs9c58W44I/s320/f%25C3%25A9rias.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649004432193949410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5039269604381271343?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5039269604381271343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5039269604381271343' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5039269604381271343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5039269604381271343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/09/fechado-literalmente-para.html' title='Fechado literalmente para...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNL821q3snw/TmVLmfOHDuI/AAAAAAAABWs/igs9c58W44I/s72-c/f%25C3%25A9rias.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2847249914127011835</id><published>2011-08-29T10:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:17:51.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neblina Matinal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZd1qr7j2S4/TltmGO9E9gI/AAAAAAAABWk/itUWIL02uhk/s1600/neblina%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZd1qr7j2S4/TltmGO9E9gI/AAAAAAAABWk/itUWIL02uhk/s320/neblina%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646218815118571010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há sombra que resista a uma claridade tão branca e fina que me faz doer os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Saio mesmo assim para a rua. Preciso de ir trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao meu redor é clara luz. Guio-me por ecos, vozes a quem não dou rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Encho o peito de um novo ar, lá longe há uma criança que chora.&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço no corpo uma noite mal dormida e faço-me à estrada, rasgando o meu destino sem imagens que saiba ou consiga delinear.&lt;br /&gt;Tento pintar o céu de veludo em tonalidades quentes, exóticas e aconchegantes. Despeço-me da minha casa que já não vejo, dos sonhos que deixo bordados com a delicadeza das minhas mãos e entrego-me ao mundo incerto que me chama.&lt;br /&gt;Espero calmamente que o sol regresse, que aqueça os meus ombros desnudados. Para que possa lentamente, como se tivesse todo o tempo do mundo ao meu dispor, acordar e renascer aos teus olhos como deslumbramento que arde na nova luz que inventamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2847249914127011835?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2847249914127011835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2847249914127011835' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2847249914127011835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2847249914127011835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/08/neblina-matinal.html' title='Neblina Matinal'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZd1qr7j2S4/TltmGO9E9gI/AAAAAAAABWk/itUWIL02uhk/s72-c/neblina%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5771030969550212599</id><published>2011-08-22T09:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:56:35.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntUDydiQKpk/TlIjCBb4lnI/AAAAAAAABWU/Xx4A7nhPq5o/s1600/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntUDydiQKpk/TlIjCBb4lnI/AAAAAAAABWU/Xx4A7nhPq5o/s320/DSC02911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643611800700753522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viseu recebeu neste passado Sábado, pela primeira vez, os britânicos James. &lt;br /&gt;Inseridos no cartaz da secular Feira de São Mateus, muitos foram aqueles que visitaram uma das mais lindas cidades do país (na minha humilde opinião) para assistirem ao concerto da banda oriunda de Manchester, formada em 1981 e que conseguiu notoriedade com temas que marcaram gerações. &lt;br /&gt;Sit Down, Say Something e Waltzing Along (dois dos momentos em que me arrepiei), Sometimes, Born Of Frustration, Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) não poderiam faltar num concerto pleno de emoções, calor humano, energia e muito som.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, Tim Booth, como já vem sendo habitual, convidou os seus fãs a invadirem o palco, sendo este um dos momentos mais calorosos do concerto. Laid, foi o tema escolhido para encerrar em grande um concerto muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HYdpw6BlVv4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite óptima, quente e divertida. &lt;br /&gt;E acima de tudo, quando os amigos do peito nos acompanham em momentos assim, tornam a nossa vida uma autêntica delícia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meus queridos, por mais uma noite espectacular =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5771030969550212599?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5771030969550212599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5771030969550212599' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5771030969550212599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5771030969550212599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/08/james_22.html' title='James'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntUDydiQKpk/TlIjCBb4lnI/AAAAAAAABWU/Xx4A7nhPq5o/s72-c/DSC02911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3384300048277684389</id><published>2011-08-11T18:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:42:49.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UndQB_R9-3Y/TkQUj_n2-MI/AAAAAAAABWE/RbDxEiSfdyo/s1600/regresso%2Ba%2Bcasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UndQB_R9-3Y/TkQUj_n2-MI/AAAAAAAABWE/RbDxEiSfdyo/s320/regresso%2Ba%2Bcasa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639655241981294786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente uma bufada de ar fresco.&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova beleza em seu esplendor máximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser bom regressar a casa, acolher o amor que derruba todas as adversidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana (prolongado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresso Terça Feira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3384300048277684389?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3384300048277684389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3384300048277684389' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3384300048277684389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3384300048277684389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UndQB_R9-3Y/TkQUj_n2-MI/AAAAAAAABWE/RbDxEiSfdyo/s72-c/regresso%2Ba%2Bcasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2767936916101673287</id><published>2011-08-06T16:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:32:52.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VglAxrJimw/Tj1sCVczgQI/AAAAAAAABVM/qO1A_ro8ZVI/s1600/1000imagens%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VglAxrJimw/Tj1sCVczgQI/AAAAAAAABVM/qO1A_ro8ZVI/s320/1000imagens%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637781095911227650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho-te nas inaudíveis fragrâncias do teu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Nas pétalas de uma Rosa inundada pela chuva&lt;br /&gt;Entre palavras e sussurros de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que inundam o meu corpo com emoção&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço de ti&lt;br /&gt;... que dissolvo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo&lt;br /&gt;... o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho que me deste&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O privilégio de te poder ter dentro de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2767936916101673287?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2767936916101673287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2767936916101673287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2767936916101673287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2767936916101673287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-mundo-em-mim.html' title='O mundo em mim'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VglAxrJimw/Tj1sCVczgQI/AAAAAAAABVM/qO1A_ro8ZVI/s72-c/1000imagens%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6614274919639018032</id><published>2011-08-01T14:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:29:31.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É Agosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNmtur-tpnw/TjaoyjKr6II/AAAAAAAABUk/QuJtddZ5qWc/s1600/agosto-desgosto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNmtur-tpnw/TjaoyjKr6II/AAAAAAAABUk/QuJtddZ5qWc/s320/agosto-desgosto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635877570087741570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Agosto...&lt;br /&gt;e hoje chove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me colar ao verso das tuas mãos e repousar sobre ti!&lt;br /&gt;És alimento dos meus olhos, fruto fresco do meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Fogo, palavras, silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Imensa vontade de te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre sobre o quarto a certeza da tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;O canto de todas as manhãs que reclamam o quanto te amo&lt;br /&gt;Amparo-te com a voz ainda adormecida&lt;br /&gt;O corpo em chamas de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Com que inauguro este mundo de esperança contida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Agosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebra-se mais um mês, outro mês sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o calor com que queimo os meus fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;Vazios dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Embriago os sentidos numa luxúria sem igual &lt;br /&gt;A espera que me devora num início sem final&lt;br /&gt;E dou as boas vindas a um futuro agridoce&lt;br /&gt;O fim de um coração que um dia fiz teu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6614274919639018032?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6614274919639018032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6614274919639018032' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6614274919639018032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6614274919639018032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-agosto.html' title='É Agosto'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hNmtur-tpnw/TjaoyjKr6II/AAAAAAAABUk/QuJtddZ5qWc/s72-c/agosto-desgosto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2746717425219049684</id><published>2011-07-24T09:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:26:52.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse - A queda de uma voz em ascensão</title><content type='html'>Aqui fica o exemplo (mais um) de uma jovem com um grande talento, que se consome rapidamente e com a mesma velocidade desaparece!&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, a Vida é mesmo assim. Efémera por Natureza, crédula e por vezes difícil de contornar.&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Morreu porque se drogava fortemente e apesar dos apelos constantes daqueles que a rodeavam e gostavam dela... já era tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;Também eu, em tempos perdi alguém próximo em ciscunstâncias semelhantes... e mesmo lutando dia após dia, arduamente, contra o seu fim, ele acabou por se anunciar mais cedo do que o previsto...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje recordo a sua amizade, os loucos momentos que com ele passei, tudo o que aprendi, vivenciei, observei e sempre recusei experimentar. Ainda hoje prevalece em mim o seu sorriso e o seu olhar brilhante quando adormecia a seu lado e rezava para que todo aquele pesadelo terminasse...&lt;br /&gt;Aprende-se muito com o sofrimento de ver aqueles que mais amamos, totalmente entregues à escuridão, ao abismo, ao vício que os há-de levar para tão longe dos que ficam aqui, atrás da linha! Aprende-se muito, ao ver o sangue secar-lhe nas veias, enquanto chorava nos seus braços, agarrada a ele, implorando-lhe que parasse...&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo, orgulho-me de ter estado a seu lado até ao último dia, e mais me orgulho de apesar de viver lado a lado com a maldita causa da sua morte, nunca ter o mínimo desejo de prová-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO À DROGA! SIM À VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b-I2s5zRbHg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ti, Eduardo meu irmão, meu confidente, meu sangue, meu anjo da guarda!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2746717425219049684?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2746717425219049684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2746717425219049684' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2746717425219049684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2746717425219049684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/07/amy-winehouse-queda-de-uma-voz-em.html' title='Amy Winehouse - A queda de uma voz em ascensão'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b-I2s5zRbHg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5067107308351218324</id><published>2011-07-03T12:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:05:47.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>By Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu queria ter o tempo e o sossego suficientes &lt;br /&gt;Para não pensar em coisa nenhuma, &lt;br /&gt;Para nem me sentir viver, &lt;br /&gt;Para só saber de mim nos olhos dos outros, reflectido."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorei alguns anos para tentar compreender tão bem Fernando Pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje compreendo e subscrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bom Domingo e uma óptima semana para todos vocês que me lêem.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5067107308351218324?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5067107308351218324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5067107308351218324' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5067107308351218324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5067107308351218324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/07/by-fernando-pessoa.html' title='By Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5294319772884117955</id><published>2011-06-24T18:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:32:33.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>O tempo passa vertiginosamente depressa. Muda-se de mês, de hora, de estação do ano... Só não muda a minha vontade. Esta vontade!&lt;br /&gt;Continuo à procura do que quero, não mudo o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Não me acomodo. Não me habituo. Não descanso.&lt;br /&gt;É fim de semana e o pensamento já está algures noutra parte... tão longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapa-se-me tão facilmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto acontece porque sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... tantas saudades tuas...&lt;br /&gt;Não sais da minha cabeça um só dia, uma só hora... um só segundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-kItolC_ZyQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nada sei de ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5294319772884117955?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5294319772884117955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5294319772884117955' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5294319772884117955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5294319772884117955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinto.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-kItolC_ZyQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3878781412992447502</id><published>2011-06-14T10:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:09:33.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Dia mais tarde:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yQNb_DqI3Y/TfczJNO0qaI/AAAAAAAABTo/zjPtvEmmvEw/s1600/1298338232-img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yQNb_DqI3Y/TfczJNO0qaI/AAAAAAAABTo/zjPtvEmmvEw/s320/1298338232-img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618015293431654818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro a janela e vejo uma cidade que não consigo explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Fico em silêncio, apesar de ter imensa vontade de gritar. Mas a tristeza é assim, poderosa.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me chorar as memórias de dias, horas, momentos que gostaria de perpetuar num abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia fui feliz? Não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Mas estive perto, talvez nos dias em que senti que algo tinha sentido. E não voltei a sentir.&lt;br /&gt;A distância afinal não serve para ressalvar ausências, para dar conta que o tempo pode ser um forte aliado que de repente se transforma em inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, eterna insatisfeita por natureza, terei a coragem de voltar a ler estas mesmas palavras que hoje escrevo? Palavras, sim, meras palavras... talvez noutra altura elas façam um sentido qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nesse dia tenha algo realmente meu. Talvez nesse dia deixe de desejar o que não posso ter. Talvez nesse dia me sinta completa com o que possuo. Talvez nesse dia deixe de ter vontade de não pertencer a lado nenhum, a nada, a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nesse dia me lembre de quem fui. Do que fiz. De tudo o que me estremece e me faz gostar da Vida. E talvez nesse dia goste de ser eu!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nesse dia, num momento de lucidez consiga explicar o inexplicável...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3878781412992447502?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3878781412992447502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3878781412992447502' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3878781412992447502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3878781412992447502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-dia-mais-tarde.html' title='1 Dia mais tarde:'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yQNb_DqI3Y/TfczJNO0qaI/AAAAAAAABTo/zjPtvEmmvEw/s72-c/1298338232-img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2364546461509192566</id><published>2011-06-03T16:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:47:41.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos retidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdNNqEBh2Q4/TekPFbDI_9I/AAAAAAAABS4/8a37n7PQs1I/s1600/teias%2Bde%2Baranha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdNNqEBh2Q4/TekPFbDI_9I/AAAAAAAABS4/8a37n7PQs1I/s320/teias%2Bde%2Baranha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614034996328726482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água quente aquece o corpo que alastra por entre as veias&lt;br /&gt;Há uma saudade que me acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ouço os pássaros lá fora&lt;br /&gt;As teias brilham ao sol&lt;br /&gt;O gato mia&lt;br /&gt;E todo um universo paralelo paira à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Num pequeno silêncio, eterno por sinal&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ouvi dizer que todas as casas são vazias por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos que ficam retidos nas quatro paredes de um quarto só?&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;E tu? &lt;br /&gt;Tu, meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te numa casa, no tempo. Um tempo que não morre em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2364546461509192566?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2364546461509192566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2364546461509192566' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2364546461509192566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2364546461509192566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/06/sonhos-retidos.html' title='Sonhos retidos'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdNNqEBh2Q4/TekPFbDI_9I/AAAAAAAABS4/8a37n7PQs1I/s72-c/teias%2Bde%2Baranha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5264056286519079906</id><published>2011-05-27T16:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:35:20.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O rescaldo da semana</title><content type='html'>Finalmente o fim de semana está à porta e tanto que preciso de fazer a mala, pegar no carro e simplesmente esquecer o que fica para trás... Apesar do regresso às habituais rotinas estar certo, apetece-me muito, mas muito... simplesmente desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;Deparar-me com o sabor de coisas há muito esquecidas! &lt;br /&gt;Voar, ser pássaro livre num laribinto de ruas que desconheço. &lt;br /&gt;Libertar-me do peso de dias iguais...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, a Vida é isto. A Vida é assim, e por vezes sabe bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilho com vocês uma das músicas que levo comigo. Uma música leve, alegre e muito refrescante, capaz de fazer-me apagar da mémoria a semana complicada que tive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eJ1-_3EBaFo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana, deixo um beijo nos vossos corações...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5264056286519079906?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5264056286519079906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5264056286519079906' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5264056286519079906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5264056286519079906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-rescaldo-da-semana.html' title='O rescaldo da semana'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eJ1-_3EBaFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6352773649530994691</id><published>2011-05-26T10:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:27:09.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma das melhores sensações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... que um ser humano pode ter, é sentir-se completamente vingado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found my Peace... Finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRU3OpqV7Ws/Td4jXVtP1UI/AAAAAAAABRM/caB7PNyYf68/s1600/4153paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610961069621105986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRU3OpqV7Ws/Td4jXVtP1UI/AAAAAAAABRM/caB7PNyYf68/s320/4153paz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6352773649530994691?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6352773649530994691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6352773649530994691' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6352773649530994691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6352773649530994691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-das-melhores-sensacoes.html' title='Uma das melhores sensações...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRU3OpqV7Ws/Td4jXVtP1UI/AAAAAAAABRM/caB7PNyYf68/s72-c/4153paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-364105328076530187</id><published>2011-05-14T18:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:06:20.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKaW6ClJ9Vc/Tc7D8nQrz5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/WCkHbpiCwYE/s1600/1000imagens%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKaW6ClJ9Vc/Tc7D8nQrz5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/WCkHbpiCwYE/s320/1000imagens%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606634032221376402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment can change one life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life can change in a moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-364105328076530187?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/364105328076530187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=364105328076530187' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/364105328076530187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/364105328076530187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKaW6ClJ9Vc/Tc7D8nQrz5I/AAAAAAAABQ0/WCkHbpiCwYE/s72-c/1000imagens%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3885911583054554835</id><published>2011-05-01T09:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T09:35:54.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulto de uma alma adormecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hy8o53LXOag/Tb0bM9jws8I/AAAAAAAABQk/bdUP2DpDE4g/s1600/4534149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hy8o53LXOag/Tb0bM9jws8I/AAAAAAAABQk/bdUP2DpDE4g/s320/4534149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601663421015700418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormeceste&lt;br /&gt;Alma cansada de tanto mastigar&lt;br /&gt;O teu sangue pulsa nas veias lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Razão íngreme que teima soltar&lt;br /&gt;A terra treme pela tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Na sombra formada pela tua existência&lt;br /&gt;Insónia deambulante na cama vazia&lt;br /&gt;Onde procuras alguém de alma fria&lt;br /&gt;São teus olhos réstia do amor que teima brotar&lt;br /&gt;É o teu abraço que cobre o imenso vazio que fazes despertar&lt;br /&gt;Lençóis de sépia temperados de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que guardam desejos, memórias e vontade&lt;br /&gt;Poesia que alberga o pensamento dorido&lt;br /&gt;Memoria que inunda um olhar renascido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3885911583054554835?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3885911583054554835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3885911583054554835' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3885911583054554835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3885911583054554835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-vul.html' title='Vulto de uma alma adormecida'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hy8o53LXOag/Tb0bM9jws8I/AAAAAAAABQk/bdUP2DpDE4g/s72-c/4534149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7200381723221690080</id><published>2011-04-22T12:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:26:23.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole - Malibu</title><content type='html'>Hoje deixo-vos mais uma música que adoro (mais uma retirada do baú) e que reflecte um passado bem vivido. Pleno de excessos e prazeres, fantasias e ilusões, êxitos e concretizações!&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, é tão bom ter chegado até aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir esta música é sentir as hormonas aos saltos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v0CYB5V9e64?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom feriado =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7200381723221690080?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7200381723221690080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7200381723221690080' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7200381723221690080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7200381723221690080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/04/hole-malibu.html' title='Hole - Malibu'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v0CYB5V9e64/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3633589033366690784</id><published>2011-04-16T12:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:44:44.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPVcI2PIpcQ/TamA-U26utI/AAAAAAAABQU/04fhDsH0IVA/s1600/4516970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPVcI2PIpcQ/TamA-U26utI/AAAAAAAABQU/04fhDsH0IVA/s320/4516970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596145820223847122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descansem...&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se...&lt;br /&gt;Sorriam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem o melhor que a Vida nos dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam felizes... simplesmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Até segunda...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3633589033366690784?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3633589033366690784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3633589033366690784' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3633589033366690784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3633589033366690784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/04/bom-fim-de-semana.html' title='Bom Fim de Semana'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPVcI2PIpcQ/TamA-U26utI/AAAAAAAABQU/04fhDsH0IVA/s72-c/4516970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2805598534417928573</id><published>2011-04-06T00:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:58:37.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(sem título)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DB0Cgy69XM/TZurU8AtChI/AAAAAAAABPc/ANV5O3mpi3k/s1600/4429255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DB0Cgy69XM/TZurU8AtChI/AAAAAAAABPc/ANV5O3mpi3k/s320/4429255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592251738505415186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a cabeça a gemer. Dói. Não sei bem porquê!&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim apenas um deserto. Imenso. Sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o corpo está rasgado. Ferido. Esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo o nascer do dia numa cama qualquer. Em lençóis de espuma que dêem vida ao meu tronco sofrido.&lt;br /&gt;Dei hoje o teu nome a todas as palavras, imagens ou gestos que por mim passaram.&lt;br /&gt;Cala-te. Não te quero ouvir. Deixa-me apodrecer ao lado dos meus fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo morreu. Já pouco importa se estou aqui ou não...&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci para ser criança. Para ter saudades do beijo que não recebi.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, todas as noites são silêncio, são revolta, são vontade de sair porta fora sem rumo traçado.&lt;br /&gt;Invade-me o pó destas paredes que confessam constantemente aos meus ouvidos o tanto que quero calar...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, tenho em mim o sangue vivo, os sonhos, a eternidade, a revolta, o meu coração e uma alma que só a mim pertence. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho em mim todo o tempo do mundo para errar, para aprender, para bater a porta e sair... simplesmente sem destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até amanhã, vou afogar o fígado num vinho estragado qualquer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2805598534417928573?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2805598534417928573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2805598534417928573' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2805598534417928573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2805598534417928573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-titulo.html' title='(sem título)'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DB0Cgy69XM/TZurU8AtChI/AAAAAAAABPc/ANV5O3mpi3k/s72-c/4429255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7624638483038671156</id><published>2011-04-02T11:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:22:56.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vontade dos meus sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPoEe7eLX_Q/TZb4omrKPiI/AAAAAAAABPU/M6fMnDKWKgk/s1600/4499969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPoEe7eLX_Q/TZb4omrKPiI/AAAAAAAABPU/M6fMnDKWKgk/s320/4499969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590929363887078946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justifica o suor, a dor física e o desalento &lt;br /&gt;que no corpo existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7624638483038671156?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7624638483038671156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7624638483038671156' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7624638483038671156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7624638483038671156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/04/vontade-dos-meus-sonhos.html' title='A vontade dos meus sonhos...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPoEe7eLX_Q/TZb4omrKPiI/AAAAAAAABPU/M6fMnDKWKgk/s72-c/4499969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-398351707091756316</id><published>2011-03-20T22:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:35:57.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(\/)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBUfPeQ-yn4/TYZxbuoM7BI/AAAAAAAABOU/fPKYa-3cSQw/s1600/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBUfPeQ-yn4/TYZxbuoM7BI/AAAAAAAABOU/fPKYa-3cSQw/s320/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586277108986735634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava &lt;br /&gt;de um dia voltar &lt;br /&gt;ao interior&lt;br /&gt;do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;para perceber &lt;br /&gt;como ele &lt;br /&gt;realmente &lt;br /&gt;funciona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-398351707091756316?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/398351707091756316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=398351707091756316' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/398351707091756316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/398351707091756316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='(\/)'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBUfPeQ-yn4/TYZxbuoM7BI/AAAAAAAABOU/fPKYa-3cSQw/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5719987421363689081</id><published>2011-03-12T02:48:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:10:15.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite, melodias e chá quente</title><content type='html'>Confesso que há já algum tempo não ouvia esta música.&lt;br /&gt;É com alguma nostalgia, saudade e emoção que a ouço, deixando-me levar pelas recordações tão deliciosas que ela me relembra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem-me tão bem noites assim, arrastadas a madrugadas...&lt;br /&gt;Beber um chá quente e adocicado, queimar um pau de incenso e ficar (somente) na companhia dos cd´s que religiosamente guardo no baú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="430" height="380" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZnTO9cWyJC8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-vos noites tranquilas e acolhedoras... no silêncio de quadro paredes...&lt;br /&gt;(por vezes sabem realmente bem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5719987421363689081?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5719987421363689081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5719987421363689081' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5719987421363689081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5719987421363689081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/03/noite-medolias-e-cha-quente.html' title='Noite, melodias e chá quente'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZnTO9cWyJC8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2581180082924441976</id><published>2011-03-05T17:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:15:14.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos (im)perfeitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNaxyrUHT6o/TXJoUOz7LHI/AAAAAAAABNU/JbFsKbMBBeE/s1600/4415960%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNaxyrUHT6o/TXJoUOz7LHI/AAAAAAAABNU/JbFsKbMBBeE/s320/4415960%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580637585048022130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nuvem de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Dois dedos de conversa&lt;br /&gt;Um cigarro que queima&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida suspensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar fixo no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate quente pronto a beber&lt;br /&gt;Um texto em rascunho&lt;br /&gt;Um final por saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flauta afinada&lt;br /&gt;Harmonia quase perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Velas germinam aromas&lt;br /&gt;Numa tarde quase desfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bom fim de semana)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2581180082924441976?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2581180082924441976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2581180082924441976' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2581180082924441976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2581180082924441976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/03/versos-imperfeitos.html' title='Versos (im)perfeitos'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNaxyrUHT6o/TXJoUOz7LHI/AAAAAAAABNU/JbFsKbMBBeE/s72-c/4415960%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3465506474108494520</id><published>2011-02-28T11:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:14:13.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoj4mugUrzs/TWt-6kOaWzI/AAAAAAAABM0/Umcdw0OAfpM/s1600/foto%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578692108050127666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoj4mugUrzs/TWt-6kOaWzI/AAAAAAAABM0/Umcdw0OAfpM/s320/foto%2B1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes sinto-me invisível&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades de casa e das árvores&lt;br /&gt;Do tic tac do relógio que o tempo matou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3465506474108494520?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3465506474108494520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3465506474108494520' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3465506474108494520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3465506474108494520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_28.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xoj4mugUrzs/TWt-6kOaWzI/AAAAAAAABM0/Umcdw0OAfpM/s72-c/foto%2B1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6002428291935239355</id><published>2011-02-24T10:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:48:14.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rsflJfHAnc/TWYoZRiHe-I/AAAAAAAABMc/sebrIeIed10/s1600/4102827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rsflJfHAnc/TWYoZRiHe-I/AAAAAAAABMc/sebrIeIed10/s320/4102827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577189603213278178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escorrem palavras que brotam sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar escondido&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um momento&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim algo que mudou&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja saudade&lt;br /&gt;Ou o tempo que não passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6002428291935239355?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6002428291935239355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6002428291935239355' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6002428291935239355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6002428291935239355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rsflJfHAnc/TWYoZRiHe-I/AAAAAAAABMc/sebrIeIed10/s72-c/4102827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1058491840492867939</id><published>2011-02-16T19:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:29:50.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pedaço chamado nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPi-PSoxZes/TVwlhxCDTgI/AAAAAAAABL0/ea1zp3QanN4/s1600/4377473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPi-PSoxZes/TVwlhxCDTgI/AAAAAAAABL0/ea1zp3QanN4/s320/4377473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574371700805684738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasga o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te-ei um labirinto de sabores e cores &lt;br /&gt;Silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Odores&lt;br /&gt;Paisagens&lt;br /&gt;O mundo desenhado numa bola de cristal&lt;br /&gt;A essência soletrada num prazer sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fechados na intimidade do nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;Melodia segredada onde habita um só poder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sombra imensa de nós esculpida numa parede vermelha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chave do meu coração que dia após dia mais teu se torna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1058491840492867939?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1058491840492867939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1058491840492867939' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1058491840492867939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1058491840492867939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-pedaco-chamado-nosso.html' title='Um pedaço chamado nosso'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPi-PSoxZes/TVwlhxCDTgI/AAAAAAAABL0/ea1zp3QanN4/s72-c/4377473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2546099563325345051</id><published>2011-02-10T16:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:11:01.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsFvoReHbQk/TVP-49hlmDI/AAAAAAAABLs/M8sPZDg_kHU/s1600/4361150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsFvoReHbQk/TVP-49hlmDI/AAAAAAAABLs/M8sPZDg_kHU/s320/4361150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572077418529003570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero histórias com conteúdo em páginas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma estrada livre, surpresas e emoções em nada contidas&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar quieta e ver o céu escurecer&lt;br /&gt;Quero asas para voar e licores para beber&lt;br /&gt;Quero paredes vermelhas e espelhos reflectidos  &lt;br /&gt;Quero a alma, o mundo em pensamentos sofridos&lt;br /&gt;Quero mantas polares e a lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Quero o vento no rosto e uma candeia&lt;br /&gt;Quero o tempo consumido numa bola de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma cidade, um mar, um momento ocasional &lt;br /&gt;Quero olhares perdidos e bocas que tremam&lt;br /&gt;Quero meias horas e muitos dilemas &lt;br /&gt;Quero silêncios sussurrados ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;Quero arrancar o teu prazer sentido e despertar&lt;br /&gt;Quero concumi-lo numa noite sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser uma, só tua e um final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2546099563325345051?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2546099563325345051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2546099563325345051' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2546099563325345051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2546099563325345051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/02/quero.html' title='Quero'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MsFvoReHbQk/TVP-49hlmDI/AAAAAAAABLs/M8sPZDg_kHU/s72-c/4361150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2258541754647782109</id><published>2011-02-03T11:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:55:09.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amparo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TUqFknkS_tI/AAAAAAAABLc/hAvAPEe1_WY/s1600/4321383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569410753340047058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TUqFknkS_tI/AAAAAAAABLc/hAvAPEe1_WY/s320/4321383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amparo-te com a voz embalada num trémulo acordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amparo-te no rascunho do teu corpo bordado com a delicadeza das minhas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amparo-te na eternidade ancorada numa só palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Amo-te"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2258541754647782109?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2258541754647782109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2258541754647782109' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2258541754647782109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2258541754647782109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/02/amparo-te.html' title='Amparo-te'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TUqFknkS_tI/AAAAAAAABLc/hAvAPEe1_WY/s72-c/4321383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5031064184615367064</id><published>2011-01-16T17:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:04:13.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TTMkoD3bY1I/AAAAAAAABK4/m764OMk3rnk/s1600/4315350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562830235383849810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TTMkoD3bY1I/AAAAAAAABK4/m764OMk3rnk/s320/4315350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust in my memory ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly arrested by the rain that hits the window! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pieces of my heart, my soul, the same as today not long in bloom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5031064184615367064?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5031064184615367064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5031064184615367064' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5031064184615367064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5031064184615367064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TTMkoD3bY1I/AAAAAAAABK4/m764OMk3rnk/s72-c/4315350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7464554490451372508</id><published>2011-01-06T12:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:23:05.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade e labaredas de 1 sentir 100 fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TSWiFH_O5AI/AAAAAAAABKY/jlv3tqJVhtQ/s1600/4255687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TSWiFH_O5AI/AAAAAAAABKY/jlv3tqJVhtQ/s320/4255687.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559027523986056194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria um dia voltar a iluminar o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ferida desnudada &lt;br /&gt;Alimento das lágrimas que a chuva derrama&lt;br /&gt;Fogo que faz arder os meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria um dia de voltar onde o amor nasceu&lt;br /&gt;Ser tua num labirinto de vozes surdas&lt;br /&gt;Canção triste que o meu peito grita&lt;br /&gt;Sombra imensa de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São teus estes dedos que te escrevem&lt;br /&gt;Onde amparo palavras e medos&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que alastra a memória&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo de braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;A criança doce que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;O desejo ardente que estremece a respiração&lt;br /&gt;A deambulação ofegante que embala o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;O branco dos lençóis onde nos entregamos vagarosamente&lt;br /&gt;A réstia de luz que soletra o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;A necessidade interminável de te dizer o quanto te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7464554490451372508?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7464554490451372508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7464554490451372508' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7464554490451372508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7464554490451372508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2011/01/saudade-e-labaredas-de-1-noite-100-fim.html' title='Saudade e labaredas de 1 sentir 100 fim'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TSWiFH_O5AI/AAAAAAAABKY/jlv3tqJVhtQ/s72-c/4255687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-122366324935373477</id><published>2010-12-20T01:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:30:00.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TQ9Z5-b14pI/AAAAAAAABJc/qRAbJ7uTCfc/s1600/img_2289-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552755718118302354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TQ9Z5-b14pI/AAAAAAAABJc/qRAbJ7uTCfc/s320/img_2289-christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este Natal seja um momento de introspecção de actos irreflectidos e que tenhamos sempre em mente a família, os amigos e aqueles que por um ou outro motivo marcam a nossa existência!&lt;br /&gt;Que todos nós tenhamos a capacidade de criar laços que perdurem ao longo do ano, da vida e de tudo o que faz parte dela...&lt;br /&gt;Que o novo ano seja o culminar de concretizações, ambições, êxitos e sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejamos felizes e que nunca percamos a capacidade de acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-122366324935373477?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/122366324935373477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=122366324935373477' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/122366324935373477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/122366324935373477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TQ9Z5-b14pI/AAAAAAAABJc/qRAbJ7uTCfc/s72-c/img_2289-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-8017460937994427983</id><published>2010-12-15T02:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:42:02.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Geometria de uma noite qualquer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TQgbkCepDQI/AAAAAAAABIc/6RJjN-ueOew/s1600/4257867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TQgbkCepDQI/AAAAAAAABIc/6RJjN-ueOew/s320/4257867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550716846688767234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longa vai a noite...&lt;br /&gt;No quarto oiço o latejar de vozes, silêncios e paisagens que trouxe da rua.&lt;br /&gt;Desenho lentamente o banco do jardim, o atravessar da passadeira movida por uma qualquer força superior... sombra que me assombra... vida que acalmo no corpo em delírio.&lt;br /&gt;É a tua memória, o contar dos minutos efémeros dos dias nossos que me fazem caminhar! &lt;br /&gt;Clara luz que desperta toda esta imensidão em mim.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que imagino o que quero viver! O corpo dentro de um mar de paixões onde a vida nasce em todas as madrugadas.&lt;br /&gt;De vaga em vaga, vou palpitando cada batida do coração na inauguração de novos caminhos, sonhos e noites anunciadas num Inverno futuro, doce e limpo, como água cristalina derramada pelo céu.&lt;br /&gt;Será meu esse fruto segregado ao ouvido! &lt;br /&gt;Um relógio sem horas onde roubarei à eternidade um minuto belíssimo, delirante, intemporal, que te faça recordar para sempre o desejo de uma noite qualquer... mas talvez infinita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-8017460937994427983?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/8017460937994427983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=8017460937994427983' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8017460937994427983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8017460937994427983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/12/geometria-de-uma-noite-qualquer.html' title='Geometria de uma noite qualquer'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TQgbkCepDQI/AAAAAAAABIc/6RJjN-ueOew/s72-c/4257867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5935122501185171418</id><published>2010-11-24T02:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:06:35.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na inércia de um desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TOx0wLZFiPI/AAAAAAAABFk/hBrwLEThNaM/s1600/4195572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TOx0wLZFiPI/AAAAAAAABFk/hBrwLEThNaM/s320/4195572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542933612426791154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago nos dedos a poeira dos dias vazios que passo sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;A inércia dos derivados da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo que morre subitamente inundado pela água das lágrimas que choro na tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Enchem-me a memória as recordações das palavras que sempre ficam por dizer... o imaginário que estremece a tua voz no meu ouvido...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mundo sonhado que sempre desejei e nunca tive!&lt;br /&gt;O som das ondas que levam consigo o sangue vivo que limpa a alma.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;O aperto do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te dizer que não baixo os braços&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nos dedos também a esperança dos dias a dois e das vontades avassaladoras!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nos dedos as manhãs límpidas, a razão íngreme, delirante...&lt;br /&gt;O nosso beijo e a canção dos nossos dias!&lt;br /&gt;Porque te sonho nos meus lábios e te repito nos meus olhos!&lt;br /&gt;Porque não há nada que rasgue esta vontade que tenho de nós, envoltos num lençol de fogo que nenhuma tempestade fará derrubar!&lt;br /&gt;O mundo nascerá belo numa varanda sem dias nem noites que rimem com solidão!&lt;br /&gt;Será no teu respirar que renasço&lt;br /&gt;Na tua voz&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;No teu sabor&lt;br /&gt;No teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E no previlégio de te poder ter a meu lado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5935122501185171418?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5935122501185171418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5935122501185171418' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5935122501185171418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5935122501185171418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/11/na-inercia-de-um-desejo.html' title='Na inércia de um desejo'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TOx0wLZFiPI/AAAAAAAABFk/hBrwLEThNaM/s72-c/4195572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-739287017792927779</id><published>2010-11-18T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:27:07.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro passo para a felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TOUpeFVZVXI/AAAAAAAABCQ/P-CJD-ulnQk/s1600/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TOUpeFVZVXI/AAAAAAAABCQ/P-CJD-ulnQk/s320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540880513353995634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;é&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;mais &lt;br /&gt;difícil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-739287017792927779?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/739287017792927779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=739287017792927779' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/739287017792927779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/739287017792927779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-primeiro-passo-para-felicidade.html' title='O primeiro passo para a felicidade...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TOUpeFVZVXI/AAAAAAAABCQ/P-CJD-ulnQk/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2435048600690207978</id><published>2010-10-25T13:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:09:11.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TMWBa8PbGWI/AAAAAAAABAc/BhybavgVrBE/s1600/1-planeta-terra-visto-no-espaco-com-sol-ao-fundo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TMWBa8PbGWI/AAAAAAAABAc/BhybavgVrBE/s320/1-planeta-terra-visto-no-espaco-com-sol-ao-fundo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531970017141922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é longa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e o nosso silêncio não tem a força para apagar a sua viagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é redondo, gigante e sempre em constante movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e as vezes tudo o que nos parece o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;É apenas o princípio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2435048600690207978?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2435048600690207978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2435048600690207978' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2435048600690207978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2435048600690207978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TMWBa8PbGWI/AAAAAAAABAc/BhybavgVrBE/s72-c/1-planeta-terra-visto-no-espaco-com-sol-ao-fundo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6385205821199986157</id><published>2010-10-16T11:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:45:15.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dou-te o mundo para te ver sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TLmZGoRRhHI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ye7CUMPXvjM/s1600/3525965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TLmZGoRRhHI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ye7CUMPXvjM/s320/3525965.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528618356742128754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te o mundo para te ver sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Em brincadeiras doces como teus olhos lassos&lt;br /&gt;Alma livre&lt;br /&gt;Pés descalços &lt;br /&gt;Em uniformidade &lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo sem idade&lt;br /&gt;Que desperta o sabor de uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que esse mesmo tempo não faz sarar&lt;br /&gt;Agonias gigantes eu grito&lt;br /&gt;Utopias à pendura vagueando&lt;br /&gt;Onde a vida corre andando&lt;br /&gt;Em prazeres sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Vem descansar a tua ferida&lt;br /&gt;Nesta manhã adormecida&lt;br /&gt;Chega-te mais perto e faz-me sentir&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te o mundo para te ver sorrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6385205821199986157?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6385205821199986157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6385205821199986157' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6385205821199986157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6385205821199986157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/10/dou-te-o-mundo-para-te-ver-sorrir.html' title='Dou-te o mundo para te ver sorrir'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TLmZGoRRhHI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ye7CUMPXvjM/s72-c/3525965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3424174633669277493</id><published>2010-10-08T15:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:21:27.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TK9E-eBbtsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/BROwzq_6f8Y/s1600/chuva-5433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TK9E-eBbtsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/BROwzq_6f8Y/s320/chuva-5433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711107808540354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my body floating in a huge crystal ball that involves me in a delicious sensation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if it rains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this ball I keep all my dreams unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;My soul...&lt;br /&gt;My heart...&lt;br /&gt;... and all leaves yellow and sweet with that light the fires of passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3424174633669277493?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3424174633669277493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3424174633669277493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3424174633669277493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3424174633669277493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-raining-today.html' title='It&apos;s raining today...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TK9E-eBbtsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/BROwzq_6f8Y/s72-c/chuva-5433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6193969073906459793</id><published>2010-10-03T18:47:00.043+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:29:23.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>U2</title><content type='html'>O primeiro arrepio aconteceu quando cheguei ao estádio. Eram quase 17h, precisamente quando o helicóptero que transportava Bono sobrevoava repetidamente o estádio.&lt;br /&gt;Ver os rostos da multidão ansiosos para entrar e ver-me ali naquele ambiente quente e eufórico, fez-me soltar um grito de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pareciam eternos os minutos passados na fila...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo de espera, lá consegui entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnJ309i87I/AAAAAAAAA7s/RHLb6opPzCo/s1600/DSC01946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524168378893398962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnJ309i87I/AAAAAAAAA7s/RHLb6opPzCo/s320/DSC01946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É indescritível a sensação que senti ao ver aquele palco imponente e gigantesco. A minha persistência e força de vontade, fez-me romper as centenas de pessoas com quem me ia cruzando. Com muito custo e uma enorme dor de pernas lá consegui ficar a poucos metros do palco. Sentia-me orgulhosa por ter conseguido chegar até ali, tão perto. Era um sonho concretizado! Agora restava-me passar da melhor maneira as próximas horas de espera que se avizinhavam...&lt;br /&gt;Fui metendo conversa com o pessoal ao meu redor, gente simpática devo confessar! E entre piadas, gargalhadas e algumas "Super Bock" para matar a sede, o tempo foi passando e a hora aproximava-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnPzJKhSBI/AAAAAAAAA8M/POA8Ehu70Q0/s1600/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524174895486945298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnPzJKhSBI/AAAAAAAAA8M/POA8Ehu70Q0/s320/DSC01972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batiam as 20h00 quando os nova-iorquinos Interpol subiram ao palco, dando início a uma noite cheia de música, cor e muitos saltos à mistura.&lt;br /&gt;Os destaques vão direitinhos para o magistral Lights, Heinrich Maneuver e Evil, três temas que muito gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnK40VUahI/AAAAAAAAA70/ghccr99btwc/s1600/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524169495416171026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnK40VUahI/AAAAAAAAA70/ghccr99btwc/s320/DSC01962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração batia apressadamente, a impaciência e a ansiedade tomavam conta de mim... a multidão batia palmas e faziam-se ondas ininterruptas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnQv2x97_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/BGvf_xYvTzU/s1600/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524175938524147698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnQv2x97_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/BGvf_xYvTzU/s320/DSC01988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto das 22hoo desligaram-se as luzes.&lt;br /&gt;Bono, The Edge, Adam Clayton e Larry Mullen Jr. fizeram a sua entrada triunfal no  estádio, ao som de Space Oddity de David Bowie, marchando por um carreiro lateral que os levou até ao palco 360º. O espectáculo começou ao som do fantástico Beautiful Day num cenário visualmente arrebatador e onde o som preenchia toda a atmosfera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnSCohuE8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/c5fM9akDTYc/s1600/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524177360627045314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnSCohuE8I/AAAAAAAAA8k/c5fM9akDTYc/s320/DSC02004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de louvar a interacção de Bono com o público e a sua energia depois de uma operação à coluna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnROCnml5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/583vyxdE2pc/s1600/DSC02041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524176457097975698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnROCnml5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/583vyxdE2pc/s320/DSC02041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As músicas que mais ansiava ouvir fizeram parte do repertório... I Will Follow (uma música que me diz muito), Get On Your Boots (que resultou muito bem ao vivo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnMzC65hFI/AAAAAAAAA78/jLwHU3fThsc/s1600/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524171595275928658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnMzC65hFI/AAAAAAAAA78/jLwHU3fThsc/s320/DSC01991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent (pelo carisma e envolvência), Mysterious Ways (espectacular), I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking (pela nostalgia), City Of Blinding Lights (pelo momento visual único), Sunday Bloody Sunday (pela histeria total), One (porque é a minha música favorita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnS6HoSffI/AAAAAAAAA8s/JNXvOfdrubM/s1600/DSC02729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524178313868901874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnS6HoSffI/AAAAAAAAA8s/JNXvOfdrubM/s320/DSC02729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where The Streets Have No Name (venceu o prémio da canção mais aplaudida da noite) e With Or Without You (o tema grande que faltava).&lt;br /&gt;Todos estes temas tiveram um efeito hipnótico em mim, magnificados por um espetáculo de luzes vibrante que me deixou em êxtase total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnTjjUEehI/AAAAAAAAA80/oWalJVeD9XE/s1600/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524179025674926610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnTjjUEehI/AAAAAAAAA80/oWalJVeD9XE/s320/DSC01974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnT--lh-qI/AAAAAAAAA88/QHR0S9UFtMA/s1600/DSC01999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524179496852388514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnT--lh-qI/AAAAAAAAA88/QHR0S9UFtMA/s320/DSC01999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dos grandes momentos da minha vida musical e, se pudesse, repetia-o hoje, amanhã e as vezes que fossem possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKkjagjLY0I/AAAAAAAAA68/lOHA8Zt8Vvw/s1600/DSC02031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523985356267676482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKkjagjLY0I/AAAAAAAAA68/lOHA8Zt8Vvw/s320/DSC02031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem vai a um concerto como o de ontem pode entender o fenómeno U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKkjoBTAC7I/AAAAAAAAA7E/lGGSYCQ-44Y/s1600/DSC02047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523985588396493746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKkjoBTAC7I/AAAAAAAAA7E/lGGSYCQ-44Y/s320/DSC02047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKknvj2oeGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hOMUvxMAsww/s1600/DSC02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523990115978344546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKknvj2oeGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hOMUvxMAsww/s320/DSC02062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica na memória sem sombra de dúvida uma noite memorável. Fica na memória aquele que foi o melhor concerto da minha vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6193969073906459793?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6193969073906459793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6193969073906459793' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6193969073906459793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6193969073906459793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/10/u2.html' title='U2'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TKnJ309i87I/AAAAAAAAA7s/RHLb6opPzCo/s72-c/DSC01946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-8547209834033327937</id><published>2010-09-23T00:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:40:43.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>Adormeci esta noite com o teu respirar sobre a minha boca, com o teu cheiro a ambar pousado no meu ombro...&lt;br /&gt;Adormeci esta noite com todas as cores vivas que fizeram nascer o dia, com o branco imaculado dos lençóis que embalam o meu sonho num adeus sem despedida.&lt;br /&gt;É na pureza da noite que te desenho, de coração cansado, renascido, consumido pelo desejo que me contempla o corpo numa sombra que a luz se encarrega de esculpir...&lt;br /&gt;Vai longe o meu desejo, despido de identidade, sentado num banco de jardim à espera que a tua imagem passe...&lt;br /&gt;Vou longe, sem rumo, na imensidão do fogo que me rasga, mãos nas algibeiras, coração em delírio onde cabe uma esperança que me alimenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro do quarto há uma janela. Ela mostra-me o mundo. Um pedaço de amparo, uma vaga do céu, de veludo, que protege o peito onde te fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica a noite, fogueira do meu desejo, onde te celebro como testemunha da minha paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fico eu, com o teu nome escrito no pensamento, que incendeia a razão íngreme, em delírio... onde pinto a tua voz presa no meu ouvido, numa tela puríssima, infinita... retrato do que nasce na minha boca, do que envolve o meu corpo, num deslumbramento avassalador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TJ8G5ITMi4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/vSfP4Zgj3dI/s1600/3617107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TJ8G5ITMi4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/vSfP4Zgj3dI/s320/3617107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521139246729825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto é vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nasce em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada regresso aos teus olhos, mãos, boca, corpo... um mundo agora límpido, belo, apenas dois corpos em chamas e uma palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-8547209834033327937?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/8547209834033327937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=8547209834033327937' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8547209834033327937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8547209834033327937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor_23.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TJ8G5ITMi4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/vSfP4Zgj3dI/s72-c/3617107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5882804906694670714</id><published>2010-09-15T23:57:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T12:22:48.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória fumentada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-bexCBuQRs/TWuC7q2nBII/AAAAAAAABM8/q53VRSRnaBg/s1600/12721773-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578696525055722626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-bexCBuQRs/TWuC7q2nBII/AAAAAAAABM8/q53VRSRnaBg/s320/12721773-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida roubada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labirinto de nadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em desertos que flutuam como imagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem presença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navego sem rumo neste imenso lençol de letras que desenha as minhas carências, num silêncio que fará nascer o dia!&lt;br /&gt;És tu, céu imenso que me protege agora na claridade que resta de um corpo que morreu há muito, num quarto subitamente inundado pela água das lágrimas que me esvaziaram o peito.&lt;br /&gt;Acaricio-te os olhos molhados num registo intemporal que me vomita a alma, numa saudade jamais adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço-te um carinho, uma esperança, uma promessa que me estremece a voz quando o teu nome soletro lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Recuso-me a fazer-te fantasma dentro desta casa vazia, onde na pele ainda sinto o toque da tua mão que tantas vezes embalou-me o berço.&lt;br /&gt;Eram verdes, são verdes os teus olhos que ainda marcam os meus passos, que ainda resguardam os meus braços cansados... o sangue ainda vivo que faz bater o meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs continuam límpidas, os dias amadurecem os hemisférios do meu viver, as noites continuam a ser eternas...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um só momento para sempre, chamado único, não te deixaria partir!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo seria invisível, indizível, morreria devagar! O mundo nasceria belo e pleno de amor!&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo partiu há 10 anos, mas ainda hoje a tua vida renasce em mim. Na lentidão de mais outra noite que teima em passar. Onde repouso em mim o teu respirar calmo, a tua mão protectora, o amor, os sonhos que me deste, o privilégio de te poder ter a meu lado e onde até hoje permaneces como pérola neste lugar chamado Coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5882804906694670714?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5882804906694670714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5882804906694670714' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5882804906694670714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5882804906694670714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/09/memoria-fumentada.html' title='Memória fumentada'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-bexCBuQRs/TWuC7q2nBII/AAAAAAAABM8/q53VRSRnaBg/s72-c/12721773-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1507070829974376020</id><published>2010-09-09T16:33:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:15:55.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O espaço entre nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TIkEiLb8OzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/eUWjkWqk8VU/s1600/3966959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TIkEiLb8OzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/eUWjkWqk8VU/s320/3966959.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514944203923929906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vives em mim na forma de uma luz reflectida, onde habita a imortalidade dos gestos pálidos que resguardam o teu esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo-me nos lugares por onde passo. Sem ti... &lt;br /&gt;Nas pedras que cobrem as catedrais, as pontes, as casas... nas cinzas dos bosques... nas promessas impregnadas na paleta de frutos azuis que alimentam a minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;Calo as palavras que ocultam este mistério... &lt;br /&gt;Regresso a casa... &lt;br /&gt;Devolvo ao rosto o seu aspecto natural... &lt;br /&gt;Aqui encontro a minha estufa quente, onde espalho a eito nos sulcos profundos, a semente do teu ser renascido de águas puras, prateadas, presas limitadas às mesmas pedras que lá fora encontrei... &lt;br /&gt;Aqui, onde me sento e avanço em gestos largos e abertos... Infinitos que garantem a apoteose deste meu querer, o uivo dos lobos famintos, os vidros embaciados que denunciam a chama da paixão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1507070829974376020?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1507070829974376020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1507070829974376020' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1507070829974376020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1507070829974376020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-espaco-entre-nos.html' title='O espaço entre nós'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TIkEiLb8OzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/eUWjkWqk8VU/s72-c/3966959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3832562994690653554</id><published>2010-08-21T10:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T11:05:57.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvi Dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhh_D9e5TaA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhh_D9e5TaA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o nosso amor acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu não tive a noção do seu fim!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que eu já tentei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou vê-lo em mim:&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tive a noção de ver nascer um homem.&lt;br /&gt;E ao que eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi para ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma estúpida canção que só eu ouvi!&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei com tanto para dar!&lt;br /&gt;E agora&lt;br /&gt;Não vais achar nada bem&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pague a conta em raiva!&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que o mundo acaba amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;E eu tinha tantos planos pra depois!&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu quem virou as páginas&lt;br /&gt;Na pressa de chegar até nós;&lt;br /&gt;Sem tirar das palavras seu cruel sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a razão estar cega:&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas uma razão,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vais ser tu&lt;br /&gt;E um homem como tu;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não fui;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou-te ouvir dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que um dia vais dizer:&lt;br /&gt;E pudesse eu pagar de outra forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cidade está deserta,&lt;br /&gt;E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:&lt;br /&gt;Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o lado essa palavra&lt;br /&gt;Repetida ao expoente da loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Ora amarga! Ora doce!&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nunca a letra de uma simples canção fez tanto sentido! Em mim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3832562994690653554?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3832562994690653554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3832562994690653554' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3832562994690653554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3832562994690653554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/08/ouvi-dizer.html' title='Ouvi Dizer...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7059299860066721344</id><published>2010-08-15T01:22:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:41:27.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio da solidão</title><content type='html'>Deixei escorregar a caneta entre os dedos. Caiu no chão, logo agora que tentava despejar o lixo que suja a minha alma numa simples folha de papel, pintada de um branco imaculado.&lt;br /&gt;Precisava tanto da companhia dela (apesar de detestar a maneira devastadora e certeira como desvenda o que me vai na mente) e sinto-me preguiçosa de mais para obrigar o meu corpo a debruçar-se sobre o chão, numa tentativa forçada de a recuperar.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvo então morder o ambiente ao som de &lt;em&gt;David Bowie - Survive&lt;/em&gt; e repentinamente todos os meus problemas parecem ordenados numa fila indiana, de forma a que possa reflectir sobre eles, um a um, de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me guiar por um devaneio fantasmagórico, num queixume brando, escondido em si mesmo ...&lt;br /&gt;E quase calma, entrego-me de braços abertos ao sono exausto e sobressaltado que me traça a condição humana, o mesmo que lentamente afasta-me do silêncio da solidão, do cansaço que sufoca a minha cabeça e tolhe todos os meus movimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir agora. Volto amanhã, pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO7FTtX73GE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO7FTtX73GE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7059299860066721344?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7059299860066721344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7059299860066721344' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7059299860066721344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7059299860066721344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-silencio-da-solidao.html' title='O silêncio da solidão'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2801799878998969125</id><published>2010-08-11T10:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:28:43.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe bem estar de volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TGJqVbdpVlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/a4pA2xLFHNA/s1600/3917300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TGJqVbdpVlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/a4pA2xLFHNA/s320/3917300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504078610982065746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim uma alma maior, algo que deliciosamente afaga o meu ego, algo superior que me deixa mais forte, mais eu, mais solta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saboreio a solidão como um luxo e a liberdade como um troféu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(contra tudo e contra todos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2801799878998969125?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2801799878998969125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2801799878998969125' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2801799878998969125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2801799878998969125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/08/sabe-bem-estar-de-volta.html' title='Sabe bem estar de volta...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TGJqVbdpVlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/a4pA2xLFHNA/s72-c/3917300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1308045815058168323</id><published>2010-07-25T08:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:12:35.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente... as férias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TEvxHdOefRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ECag_NQG3es/s1600/f%C3%A9rias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497752880542547218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TEvxHdOefRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ECag_NQG3es/s320/f%C3%A9rias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias são sinónimo de sol, de praia, de harmonia com a natureza... estar com os amigos, quebrar a rotina, saudades de viver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Férias são sinónimo de descanso, de descontração, de diversão, descobertas... explosões de alegrias que completam o bom humor em cada manhã!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Férias são sinónimo de equilíbrio, vivências, paisagens que passamos a recordar o ano inteiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Férias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As minhas férias chegaram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1308045815058168323?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1308045815058168323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1308045815058168323' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1308045815058168323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1308045815058168323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/07/finalmente-as-ferias.html' title='Finalmente... as férias!'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TEvxHdOefRI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ECag_NQG3es/s72-c/f%C3%A9rias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-56585606734540988</id><published>2010-07-13T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:40:34.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One fucking day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GOT A ZERO INSIDE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-56585606734540988?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/56585606734540988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=56585606734540988' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/56585606734540988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/56585606734540988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-fucking-day.html' title='One fucking day...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6757226973641025392</id><published>2010-07-10T09:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:19:50.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espírito Livre</title><content type='html'>Vou recortar a vida aos pedacinhos e colar numa folha totalmente limpa só aquilo que quero recordar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou de fim de semana, sem destino induzido... Comigo apenas uma companhia, a minha mota!&lt;br /&gt;Com ela vivo cada momento livre, cada paz que encontro em cada paragem, em cada local!&lt;br /&gt;Só ela me faz sorrir e ser feliz inevitável e indubitavelmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos um óptimo fim de semana cheio de tudo o que mais desejarem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintam-se livres!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUt8fQS9qEM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUt8fQS9qEM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6757226973641025392?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6757226973641025392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6757226973641025392' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6757226973641025392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6757226973641025392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/07/espirito-livre.html' title='Espírito Livre'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3851906926503004453</id><published>2010-07-04T22:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:12:15.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeno vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TDEUq8HY8FI/AAAAAAAAAys/VnB4DrMz5g8/s1600/3623020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TDEUq8HY8FI/AAAAAAAAAys/VnB4DrMz5g8/s320/3623020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490192148665528402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de medos hesitei... um passo, um laço, a estranha perspectiva como tudo corria pelo meu olhar... A velocidade alucinante e estonteante como sem porquês, conseguiste vestir a minha alma de branco!&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as simbioses perfeitas com que baptizas os demónios que me torturam, como tão calmamente os afastas do meu corpo, rasgado e marcado por falsas inocências gemidas, feridas, entregues a insónias lamentavelmente impingidas ...&lt;br /&gt;Cabe em mim a tua voz, o teu carinho que acalma todas as dores de um passado consumido em copos cheios de um sangue já morto...&lt;br /&gt;Cabe em mim o teu cheiro, o teu paladar, os passos, as lágrimas, o Tejo, a memória ainda viva de algo que foi tão real!&lt;br /&gt;Ilustro o desafio do vento com o toque firme da tua mão que ainda me embala... o aconchego, o corrupio que desperta uma noite que aconteceu!&lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar todo o fundamento disto... Reviso, no meu regresso, as mesmas coisas em paisagens e rostos aos quais já me habituei... mas fica o pensamento moído neste mundo que parece bem mais pequeno sem ti... fica em mim o beijo maiúsculo que a tua boca me deu à despedida forçada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão longa a espera até um simples outro momento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3851906926503004453?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3851906926503004453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3851906926503004453' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3851906926503004453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3851906926503004453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/07/pequeno-vazio.html' title='Pequeno vazio'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TDEUq8HY8FI/AAAAAAAAAys/VnB4DrMz5g8/s72-c/3623020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-4146852228569014889</id><published>2010-06-25T09:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:01:34.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um vulto perdido na noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TCRvatd_u6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/sjdOwCPcwPE/s1600/2%C2%AA+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TCRvatd_u6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/sjdOwCPcwPE/s320/2%C2%AA+foto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486632750716795810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fricciono a palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Procuro palavras que rimem em vão&lt;br /&gt;Testemunhos perdidos num tempo anunciado&lt;br /&gt;Que descrevam prazeres de um rosto cansado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colecciono aromas, paladares intensos&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho gasto de uma vida desfeita&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de medos e calor à mistura&lt;br /&gt;Que despertam vontades e prazeres imensos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu lado repousam memórias&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas vibrantes que agora adormecem&lt;br /&gt;Veneno pusante que engole o meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;Vertigens famintas que num ápice esmorecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apego-me à sedução do tanto que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Passado deslumbrante que não esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Submerso em delírios e fantasias cruas&lt;br /&gt;Que sussurram aqui ao lado num quarto às escuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cio clandestino lambe a pele suada&lt;br /&gt;Corrupio lascivo de pura provocação&lt;br /&gt;Puxo de um cigarro nesta solidão anunciada&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e a alma e entrego-me à paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinto os sonhos de veludo&lt;br /&gt;Vergonhas cerradas matinais&lt;br /&gt;Bebo dos medos novas forças&lt;br /&gt;Desafiadas por glamorosos castiçais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TCRvatd_u6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/sjdOwCPcwPE/s72-c/2%C2%AA+foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-8871032500256283648</id><published>2010-06-18T15:46:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:39:52.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva - Amor Errante (1990)</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei ao som desta música que há muito tempo não ouvia!&lt;br /&gt;Senti arrepios, suspiros e muita nostálgia!&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades destes tempos de saudável inocência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-8342593036538786682</id><published>2010-06-13T20:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:11:55.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TBUtYRu8gGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qEuWk-iOHlM/s1600/h%C3%A1+em+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TBUtYRu8gGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qEuWk-iOHlM/s320/h%C3%A1+em+mim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482338016493863010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um eco cintilante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que grita&lt;br /&gt;Que chora &lt;br /&gt;Que decifra&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que o meu peito guarda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um vento agreste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que desfolha&lt;br /&gt;Que revitaliza&lt;br /&gt;A brisa&lt;br /&gt;O rasto &lt;br /&gt;Opulento&lt;br /&gt;Inebriante&lt;br /&gt;Que envolve o manto que me acolhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um espírito verdejante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que recentra&lt;br /&gt;Que desabrocha&lt;br /&gt;Que desvenda&lt;br /&gt;O mistério&lt;br /&gt;Palpitante&lt;br /&gt;Delicado&lt;br /&gt;Que encoraja os meus impulsos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim este ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me crepita&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Dominador &lt;br /&gt;Ensurdecedor&lt;br /&gt;Que me acalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um outro Eu&lt;br /&gt;Um Amor&lt;br /&gt;Este Amor que escolhi para te dar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-8342593036538786682?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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explodir a carne dormente!'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/TAEURZtpQwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/kKhC8fKM7x0/s72-c/3639218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-4982068890690229795</id><published>2010-05-18T15:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:51:18.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2:47</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S_K3gDl-gtI/AAAAAAAAAvk/p5XXK6i14eI/s1600/relogios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S_K3gDl-gtI/AAAAAAAAAvk/p5XXK6i14eI/s320/relogios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472638258556863186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me? É melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite o sono não quer nada comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arde-me o cérebro engasgado por futilidades baratas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me um copo de leite. Talvez ajude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sim, beber um copo de leite antes de ir para a cama pode ser um eficiente remédio para garantir uma boa noite de sono. O leite provoca uma agradável sensação de relaxamento e conforto. Esse aminoácido aumenta a quantidade de serotonina no cérebro, um neurotransmissor bastante importante no processo do desencadeamento do sono."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Será melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deslumbra-me este silêncio noctívago espalhado pela casa... &lt;br /&gt;A noite está quente! Se afinar os ouvidos desnudo os ruídos vindos do exterior através dos carros que rasgam a avenida, o choro do bebé dos vizinhos do lado, os periquitos que acordam estonteantes com a luz do frigorífico...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-me bem esta liberdade, a hipócrita simplicidade que preenche o meu vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Que se lixe o sono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me um cigarro....... azar! Não tenho tabaco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me o céu, o mar, um gesto familiar, ouvir uma canção, um chão firme para pisar... Sei lá! Apetece-me tanta coisa e nada!&lt;br /&gt;Consagra-me o meu amparo, tenho-me e isso basta-me! Não me guardo numa cama, não me guardo na simbiose da minha sombra flutuante vestida de meios tons.&lt;br /&gt;Estou a meio caminho, a noite está quente... Preciso de despejar os nichos que me picam o cérebro e não me deixam sossegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou chicotear a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou comprar tabaco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:23&lt;br /&gt;Saí mas não demoro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-4982068890690229795?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/4982068890690229795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=4982068890690229795' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4982068890690229795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4982068890690229795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/05/247.html' title='2:47'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S_K3gDl-gtI/AAAAAAAAAvk/p5XXK6i14eI/s72-c/relogios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1597862869567503367</id><published>2010-04-30T11:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:50:16.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Triagem de pensamentos soltos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S9rD5pea-cI/AAAAAAAAAu8/fIU-CELRxhw/s1600/ao+virar+da+esquina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S9rD5pea-cI/AAAAAAAAAu8/fIU-CELRxhw/s320/ao+virar+da+esquina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465896492920928706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nudez de cada palavra&lt;br /&gt;Linhas e curvas permanecem unidas&lt;br /&gt;São meras ilusões perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Algures em dimensões urbanas&lt;br /&gt;Surdas&lt;br /&gt;Simples chamas&lt;br /&gt;Com sabor a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Escuto mas não sei se é silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Se pensamento que me domina&lt;br /&gt;Oiçam lá pois então&lt;br /&gt;Só peço alguns minutos da vossa atenção&lt;br /&gt;O ensaio vai começar&lt;br /&gt;Sentem-se e aplaudam a vida&lt;br /&gt;Que é mais curta que comprida&lt;br /&gt;Façam o favor de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E no final do espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;No virar da esquina não se esqueçam&lt;br /&gt;Deitem fora o degredo&lt;br /&gt;Temperem-no com um segredo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo aquilo que ficou para trás&lt;br /&gt;E lá morrerá sem ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De sacudir a alma em desespero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1597862869567503367?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1597862869567503367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1597862869567503367' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1597862869567503367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1597862869567503367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/04/triagem-de-pensamentos-soltos.html' title='Triagem de pensamentos soltos'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S9rD5pea-cI/AAAAAAAAAu8/fIU-CELRxhw/s72-c/ao+virar+da+esquina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5428742621259664193</id><published>2010-04-18T22:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:00:03.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retalhos de uma Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S8uA00NuEOI/AAAAAAAAAus/jys5R6N7OJs/s1600/3518966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S8uA00NuEOI/AAAAAAAAAus/jys5R6N7OJs/s320/3518966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461600617974599906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alma no poço&lt;br /&gt;Perfil que me domina&lt;br /&gt;Sombras na Luz&lt;br /&gt;Uma cor que me fascina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som das brumas &lt;br /&gt;Vejo um novo dia amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Rasgos de fogo iluminam&lt;br /&gt;Esta vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu cantinho permanece intacto&lt;br /&gt;De braços abertos saio por aí&lt;br /&gt;Na mente levo desejos&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de algo que perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tantas são as histórias&lt;br /&gt;Que teria para contar&lt;br /&gt;Mas por aqui me fico&lt;br /&gt;Na serenidade de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São reflexos de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Algodão doce que sabe a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Pontos de vista galopantes&lt;br /&gt;Tempo apertado numa só vontade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5428742621259664193?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5428742621259664193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5428742621259664193' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5428742621259664193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5428742621259664193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/04/retalhos-de-uma-vida.html' title='Retalhos de uma Vida'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S8uA00NuEOI/AAAAAAAAAus/jys5R6N7OJs/s72-c/3518966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1714539304225236698</id><published>2010-03-17T20:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:21:18.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu és... Presença em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S6E8j36uB5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/cJGLhCNX3qk/s1600-h/tu+%C3%A9s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S6E8j36uB5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/cJGLhCNX3qk/s320/tu+%C3%A9s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449703611098335122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sopro de ar fresco que enche o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Estrada que desnuda o futuro&lt;br /&gt;100 passos de solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo presente em mim&lt;br /&gt;O vento que desperta o meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;A luz que marca mais uma madrugada&lt;br /&gt;De tudo o que resta de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és...&lt;br /&gt;Marca intemporal que guarda o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sombra que deixas pairar ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que me toca como vício real&lt;br /&gt;O abraço de sempre, presente e perdido na esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parado, suave, impaciente quando não estás&lt;br /&gt;A cura da parte triste que havia em mim&lt;br /&gt;Rascunho guardado em palavras agora escritas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que mais quis salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presença em mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1714539304225236698?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1714539304225236698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1714539304225236698' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1714539304225236698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1714539304225236698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/03/tu-es-presenca-em-mim.html' title='Tu és... Presença em mim...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S6E8j36uB5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/cJGLhCNX3qk/s72-c/tu+%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-626173016184021669</id><published>2010-03-09T15:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:12:09.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S5Zk1DJFm8I/AAAAAAAAAuM/zSpbUhj0oY8/s1600-h/saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S3yIRUKktpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/v9G9MyUyoI8/s320/IMG_0047+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372281008928402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;foto by Fragmentos Intemporais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De mim para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Às pessoas que se recusam a viver sempre da mesma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Aos aquarianos&lt;br /&gt;À vida encruzilhada ao virar da esquina&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor... sempre presente no meu coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem medo&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;A cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;O desafio da existência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-8033337241254797273?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S3yIRUKktpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/v9G9MyUyoI8/s72-c/IMG_0047+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7644521331242083230</id><published>2010-02-03T12:13:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:35:37.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformei-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S2lckswcrBI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SoeQqfBf38c/s1600-h/espinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S2lckswcrBI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SoeQqfBf38c/s320/espinhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433976210958625810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conformei-me...&lt;br /&gt;Extrapolei os sonhos! &lt;br /&gt;Vivenciei as mágoas. &lt;br /&gt;Convivi com fracos, suportei os fortes. &lt;br /&gt;Mantive-me em pé, mesmo com as pedras a atingirem-me em cheio. &lt;br /&gt;Varri da alma a revolta ignóbil, o desprezo inútil e a descrença falsa. &lt;br /&gt;Reabri o meu coração à vida. &lt;br /&gt;Deixei reflorescer a ternura. &lt;br /&gt;Olhei em volta e para o céu sem fim... &lt;br /&gt;Conformei-me com o mundo, conformei-me com a vida. &lt;br /&gt;Com a vida e com o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a amar, sem mandamentos &lt;br /&gt;Pela simples razão de amar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo à espera... pela volta que a vida me fará dar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7644521331242083230?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S2lckswcrBI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SoeQqfBf38c/s72-c/espinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-8962764121174430100</id><published>2010-01-29T20:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:55:19.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana prolongado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S2M8_eABN9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jOuGKGcB0oU/s1600-h/a%C3%A7ores.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S2M8_eABN9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jOuGKGcB0oU/s320/a%C3%A7ores.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432252636621518802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente o fim de semana tão desejado chegou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar 4 dias aos Açores! Vai fazer-me tão bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Terça, a todos desejo um óptimo fim de semana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-8962764121174430100?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/8962764121174430100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=8962764121174430100' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8962764121174430100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8962764121174430100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/01/fim-de-semana-prolongado.html' title='Fim de semana prolongado...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S2M8_eABN9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jOuGKGcB0oU/s72-c/a%C3%A7ores.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1410893523182426263</id><published>2010-01-23T18:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:16:25.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E se de repente toda a tua vida estivesse contida na letra de uma simples canção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuMgtSrb7R0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuMgtSrb7R0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1410893523182426263?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1410893523182426263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1410893523182426263' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1410893523182426263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1410893523182426263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-se-de-repente-toda-tua-vida-estivesse.html' title='E se de repente toda a tua vida estivesse contida na letra de uma simples canção...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-744820099766642262</id><published>2010-01-18T02:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:51:09.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S1PL_J0d6aI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bxjTogbbrEQ/s1600-h/3302398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S1PL_J0d6aI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bxjTogbbrEQ/s320/3302398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427906261739760034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão é uma condição humana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninguém pode preencher esse vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-744820099766642262?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/744820099766642262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=744820099766642262' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/744820099766642262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/744820099766642262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/01/solidao-e-uma-condicao-humana-e-ninguem.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S1PL_J0d6aI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bxjTogbbrEQ/s72-c/3302398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1194453234369557593</id><published>2010-01-07T14:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:48:59.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S0XmPrJWW7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/eFM1G6hMTqQ/s1600-h/3362163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S0XmPrJWW7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/eFM1G6hMTqQ/s400/3362163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423994483191995314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esquecer é fácil então porque existem as lembranças???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1194453234369557593?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1194453234369557593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1194453234369557593' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1194453234369557593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1194453234369557593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/S0XmPrJWW7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/eFM1G6hMTqQ/s72-c/3362163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-8589051560214169390</id><published>2009-12-24T15:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:06:39.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/THT5L_s2wrI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6o0FIkY4pjo/s1600/328037237_7dab075cf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/THT5L_s2wrI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6o0FIkY4pjo/s320/328037237_7dab075cf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509302228654408370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos os meus amigos, mesmo os virtuais, um Natal repleto de felicidade e muito amor...&lt;br /&gt;Que todos nós tenhamos a consciência que o rancor, o ódio e outros sentimentos mesquinhos a nada levam... Apenas corrompem a nossa alma!&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhamos a Paz de espírito para o discernimento correcto de que estamos a fazer aquilo que é justo!&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhamos o prazer de ser útil a alguém e que o novíssimo ano de 2010 seja um ano de muitas transformações e realizações.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que todos vocês tenham o que for belo e justo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Natal em grande para todos =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-8589051560214169390?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/8589051560214169390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=8589051560214169390' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8589051560214169390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/8589051560214169390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-natal.html' title='É Natal...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/THT5L_s2wrI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6o0FIkY4pjo/s72-c/328037237_7dab075cf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5751338784319090999</id><published>2009-12-21T20:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:51:55.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um silêncio pesado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sy_ce9LUtcI/AAAAAAAAApc/6v4sySisrPg/s1600-h/3118155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sy_ce9LUtcI/AAAAAAAAApc/6v4sySisrPg/s400/3118155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417791301126239682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ruga profunda que cobre o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quão poucos são aqueles que o conseguem fixar&lt;br /&gt;Marca a terra com passos medronhos&lt;br /&gt;Vê palavras rudes que embebedam os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que estranha forma de vida é esta?&lt;br /&gt;Ajeitada aos vazios da despedida forçada&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio pesado que engole a alma&lt;br /&gt;Que cobre de negro a noite gelada&lt;br /&gt;Auroras sobre os montes limitam o céu&lt;br /&gt;Uma nuvem de chuva no meio da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Liberta sopros de um vento suado&lt;br /&gt;Despido... levado até à exaustão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5751338784319090999?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5751338784319090999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5751338784319090999' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5751338784319090999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5751338784319090999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_21.html' title='Um silêncio pesado'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sy_ce9LUtcI/AAAAAAAAApc/6v4sySisrPg/s72-c/3118155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1859765697492707722</id><published>2009-12-05T23:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:30:36.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sxre_4I0F6I/AAAAAAAAApI/KB0Skwlwsow/s1600-h/2920453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sxre_4I0F6I/AAAAAAAAApI/KB0Skwlwsow/s400/2920453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411883091221551010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me lançada na atmosfera e por lá ando à deriva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1859765697492707722?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1859765697492707722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1859765697492707722' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1859765697492707722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1859765697492707722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sxre_4I0F6I/AAAAAAAAApI/KB0Skwlwsow/s72-c/2920453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1518779531467355159</id><published>2009-11-28T19:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:56:07.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SxGALHYFK9I/AAAAAAAAApA/lJe3axB1SJw/s1600/3261425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SxGALHYFK9I/AAAAAAAAApA/lJe3axB1SJw/s400/3261425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409245555895643090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras simples palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sopros do vento que o tempo levou&lt;br /&gt;Sons embrulhados em papel de rebuçado&lt;br /&gt;Esmiuçado por uma vida que a própria vida roubou&lt;br /&gt;São sinais, pedaços quebrados&lt;br /&gt;Ruínas de saudades que as lágrimas mastigaram&lt;br /&gt;Palavras simples palavras&lt;br /&gt;Verdades disfarçadas em bocas que pecaram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1518779531467355159?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1518779531467355159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1518779531467355159' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1518779531467355159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1518779531467355159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/11/palavras.html' title='Palavras...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SxGALHYFK9I/AAAAAAAAApA/lJe3axB1SJw/s72-c/3261425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7090150642282597627</id><published>2009-11-14T12:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:44:36.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sv6sp0NqVuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i1bJ4uhPDYw/s1600-h/no+meu+colo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sv6sp0NqVuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i1bJ4uhPDYw/s400/no+meu+colo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403946437281732322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz deles o que quiseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz deles o teu círculo de linhas rectas onde possas caminhar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voa num tempo que o dia levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E morre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui no meu colo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste colo que sempre te acolheu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No abraço que te devolvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite que o fogo queima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No esquecimento que acorda os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste eu que não me lembro de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ainda me fazes pensar que te amo!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7090150642282597627?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7090150642282597627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7090150642282597627' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7090150642282597627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7090150642282597627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/11/toma.html' title='Toma...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sv6sp0NqVuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/i1bJ4uhPDYw/s72-c/no+meu+colo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5343571237697975518</id><published>2009-10-24T18:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:22:59.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaço de chão perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SuNEDFfFidI/AAAAAAAAAoA/taUujji8rXM/s1600-h/Esse+lugar+encantado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SuNEDFfFidI/AAAAAAAAAoA/taUujji8rXM/s400/Esse+lugar+encantado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396231598322846162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que nunca seja esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Este caminho por mim batido&lt;br /&gt;Velho mirante de um sonho perdido&lt;br /&gt;Fusão do meu ser com o teu já partido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Névoas do tempo, um tempo sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo sorrindo um amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;Prisioneira de vontades sem rumo contidas&lt;br /&gt;Num pedaço de chão com cores coloridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho de luz que desperta consciências&lt;br /&gt;Encanto idílico, pleno de vivências&lt;br /&gt;Coração em fuga que um dia amou&lt;br /&gt;Na serenidade desse caminho onde um dia pisou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5343571237697975518?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5343571237697975518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5343571237697975518' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5343571237697975518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5343571237697975518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-que-nunca-seja-esquecido-este.html' title='Pedaço de chão perdido'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SuNEDFfFidI/AAAAAAAAAoA/taUujji8rXM/s72-c/Esse+lugar+encantado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5134600438062107769</id><published>2009-10-19T14:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:15:49.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>---»«---</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/StxyxTKG-SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l2a2ZHWjGTY/s1600-h/foto+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/StxyxTKG-SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l2a2ZHWjGTY/s400/foto+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394312644964841762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como o tacto para inflamar a linguagem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5134600438062107769?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5134600438062107769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5134600438062107769' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5134600438062107769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5134600438062107769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='---»«---'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/StxyxTKG-SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/l2a2ZHWjGTY/s72-c/foto+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1330573854813293162</id><published>2009-10-05T13:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:16:39.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias embrulhadas em folhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SsnjA0RDkNI/AAAAAAAAAno/qMSDXuERp6o/s1600-h/fragmentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SsnjA0RDkNI/AAAAAAAAAno/qMSDXuERp6o/s400/fragmentos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389088032295194834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caem folhas sobre a calçada... agora vestida de Outono!&lt;br /&gt;Guarda pedaços de memórias&lt;br /&gt;Temperadas por águas, sorrisos e vitórias&lt;br /&gt;Sopros de ventos que chegam de longe&lt;br /&gt;Ausentes de tudo o que para trás ficou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1330573854813293162?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1330573854813293162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1330573854813293162' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1330573854813293162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1330573854813293162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/10/caem-folhas-sobre-calcada.html' title='Memórias embrulhadas em folhas...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SsnjA0RDkNI/AAAAAAAAAno/qMSDXuERp6o/s72-c/fragmentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7782406637942838748</id><published>2009-09-08T00:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:41:15.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O desejo que guardo por ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SqWZvh5msKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kUXngQp9pCQ/s1600-h/foto+20.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SqWZvh5msKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kUXngQp9pCQ/s400/foto+20.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378874371796807842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo há uma alma perdida&lt;br /&gt;Na minha respiração um pedaço de ar &lt;br /&gt;Na pele rebento um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Quando teus aromas se espalham em mim&lt;br /&gt;Quando o gelo quebrado rompe sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio do ponto mais alto é apoteose&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus lábios sedentos tocam o espaço do desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo que guardo por ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7782406637942838748?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7782406637942838748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7782406637942838748' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7782406637942838748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7782406637942838748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-desejo-que-guardo-por-ti.html' title='O desejo que guardo por ti...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SqWZvh5msKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kUXngQp9pCQ/s72-c/foto+20.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-4104163905613321289</id><published>2009-09-02T01:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:55:35.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será este o teu lugar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sp2_Zt1MspI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xqf1PWsB1gc/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sp2_Zt1MspI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xqf1PWsB1gc/s400/foto1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376663978670600850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente a noite cobriu o dia&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe ouço o uivo do lobo&lt;br /&gt;E só a minha alma o acompanha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será este o teu lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde há palavras que voam&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem prender a respiração&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde só o sangue continua a alimentar o coração&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde o tempo concentra a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde arde o amor que acabou mas não saiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será este o teu lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde guardo na palma da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;O que resta de nós&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde te prendo como refúgio dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde te faço o que quero que sejas para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será este o teu lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde faço transbordar murmúrios&lt;br /&gt;Nas pedras que imovéis calam a voz que quase rebenta&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde no escuro te abraço&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde o grito não desperta o teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será este o teu lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde te espero todas as noites idas&lt;br /&gt;E futuras, presentes em mim&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde todos os dias são em vão&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde mais um pedaço morre faminto&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde tudo o que não sei largar &lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica...&lt;br /&gt;Quieto&lt;br /&gt;Vazio&lt;br /&gt;Calado&lt;br /&gt;E sempre tão amado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será este o teu lugar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-4104163905613321289?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/4104163905613321289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=4104163905613321289' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4104163905613321289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/4104163905613321289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/09/finalmente-noite-cobriu-o-dia-ao-longe.html' title='Será este o teu lugar?'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sp2_Zt1MspI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xqf1PWsB1gc/s72-c/foto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-3807227780096359215</id><published>2009-08-22T17:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:30:56.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pedaço de silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SpAyx_KQszI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IqrjUpFsvO4/s1600-h/1+peda%C3%A7o+de+sil%C3%AAncio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SpAyx_KQszI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IqrjUpFsvO4/s400/1+peda%C3%A7o+de+sil%C3%AAncio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372850189802451762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso urgentemente de sair&lt;br /&gt;Rasgar o vento &lt;br /&gt;Voar&lt;br /&gt;Subir ao palco&lt;br /&gt;Recriar&lt;br /&gt;Perfurar as entranhas do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar &lt;br /&gt;Tocar-te num sôfrego ágil fora de tempo&lt;br /&gt;Respirar&lt;br /&gt;Estilhaçar um fragmento de tempo que terminou&lt;br /&gt;E no final do momento gemido&lt;br /&gt;Regressar&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu mundo de fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Céu das minhas agonias&lt;br /&gt;Onde só um pedaço de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Tem lugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-3807227780096359215?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/3807227780096359215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=3807227780096359215' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3807227780096359215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/3807227780096359215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-pedaco-de-silencio.html' title='Um pedaço de silêncio'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SpAyx_KQszI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IqrjUpFsvO4/s72-c/1+peda%C3%A7o+de+sil%C3%AAncio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5986041955741417059</id><published>2009-08-02T10:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:45:39.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SnVgHpUOPUI/AAAAAAAAAkI/AFw_xI_4HCU/s1600-h/regresso+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SnVgHpUOPUI/AAAAAAAAAkI/AFw_xI_4HCU/s400/regresso+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365300215547837762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim regresso...&lt;br /&gt;Na boca trago ainda o degustar do vermelho suculento de frutos silvestres, o azul forte que criou raízes nas águas profundas onde mergulhei, o arco-íris de flores, árvores, movimentos livres... murmúrios de paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei terras e ventos, a noite tornou-se minha num silêncio agreste que me lavou a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Aceitei ser possuída por margens de Liberdade, por gentes inocentes que fizeram das palavras luzes cintilantes embebidas num belo imediato.&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias de êxtase e alegria que ajudaram a esquecer um tempo anterior, temperado por matérias complexas que marcharam o branco da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Assim regresso...&lt;br /&gt;Viva, equilibrada, para que jamais hajam limites no meu coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5986041955741417059?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/5986041955741417059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=5986041955741417059' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5986041955741417059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5986041955741417059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/08/assim-regresso.html' title='Assim regresso'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SnVgHpUOPUI/AAAAAAAAAkI/AFw_xI_4HCU/s72-c/regresso+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1800623220164314968</id><published>2009-07-20T09:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:58:37.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechado para Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SmQxo817ngI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GZfsbv6NORc/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SmQxo817ngI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GZfsbv6NORc/s400/F%C3%A9rias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360464036074593794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1800623220164314968?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1800623220164314968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1800623220164314968' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1800623220164314968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1800623220164314968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/07/fechado-para-ferias.html' title='Fechado para Férias...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SmQxo817ngI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GZfsbv6NORc/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-480534744978929223</id><published>2009-07-08T20:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:16:25.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SlTv8Zq9LYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/e-8MIAU0_to/s1600-h/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SlTv8Zq9LYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/e-8MIAU0_to/s400/luz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356169677812608386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sobre as páginas lançou-se uma luz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-480534744978929223?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/480534744978929223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=480534744978929223' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/480534744978929223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/480534744978929223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-repente.html' title='De repente...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SlTv8Zq9LYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/e-8MIAU0_to/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-7183170922703988367</id><published>2009-06-29T10:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:34:33.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ix9GlHZdWY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ix9GlHZdWY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polémicas à parte, não tenho dúvidas quando afirmo que Michael Jackson foi um marco na história da música!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-7183170922703988367?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/7183170922703988367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=7183170922703988367' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7183170922703988367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/7183170922703988367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/06/homenagem-michael-jackson.html' title='Homenagem a Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-1981204742466980215</id><published>2009-06-21T18:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:23:43.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sj58teaaVRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OWLbGnhCLF8/s1600-h/2519198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sj58teaaVRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OWLbGnhCLF8/s400/2519198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349850528062526738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei quem sou, apesar das densas recordações que voam dos ramos agitados.&lt;br /&gt;Respiro devagar...&lt;br /&gt;Toco o ar que à minha volta sobra.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te ficar... imóvel... para que não haja em mim uma explosão de dor, de amor, de tanto que agora não me apetece descrever!&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão cansada! &lt;br /&gt;O corpo está dorido, escondido neste vestido branco que me veste a alma escura...&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora mais um dia que morre... &lt;br /&gt;Cá dentro este Eu que me fecunda. &lt;br /&gt;Olho o céu entretanto, digamos que para passar o tempo que morto está! &lt;br /&gt;Rasgo-me nesse mesmo céu aberto... &lt;br /&gt;Largo tudo para voar!&lt;br /&gt;Solto os braços, deixo o ar penetrar o meu peito! &lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me viciar por ele, fora das coisas que se movem. &lt;br /&gt;Despida de intimidades... afectos, memórias perdidas... somente alimentada pela força que ainda me resta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algo que mudou em mim!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-1981204742466980215?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/1981204742466980215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=1981204742466980215' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1981204742466980215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/1981204742466980215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sj58teaaVRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OWLbGnhCLF8/s72-c/2519198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-2855589144253446117</id><published>2009-05-29T09:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:25:01.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sh-wzOncO6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/wXC5nJiUm5U/s1600-h/Sem+nome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sh-wzOncO6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/wXC5nJiUm5U/s400/Sem+nome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341182077228039074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ainda tremi quando ouvi a tua voz... &lt;br /&gt;No pensamento devaneios, vontades mais íntimas abafaram a razão...&lt;br /&gt;Esgotei palavras em sonhos, impossíveis reais.&lt;br /&gt;Desfibrei-me em pedaços que te pertenciam, mil e um nós agora separados.&lt;br /&gt;E depois o silêncio... &lt;br /&gt;Aquele silêncio final, um misto de tanto que ficou por dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Tive vontade de te gritar amor! De te dizer o quanto o meu corpo sente a falta do teu... mas tudo se resumiu à ausência de palavras, um silêncio que me vestiu a alma de luto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa tanto admitir, que mesmo depois de tudo... &lt;br /&gt;Ainda te desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te penso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-2855589144253446117?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/2855589144253446117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=2855589144253446117' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2855589144253446117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/2855589144253446117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/05/ontem-ainda-tremi-quando-ouvi-tua-voz.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sh-wzOncO6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/wXC5nJiUm5U/s72-c/Sem+nome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5177172528353928939</id><published>2009-05-14T10:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:02:02.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo escasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sgv0wJsy-FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_2fPWNY4WzM/s1600-h/foto+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sgv0wJsy-FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_2fPWNY4WzM/s400/foto+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335627291625191506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo escasso, novas madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;Salpicadas de velhos nadas&lt;br /&gt;Sopro ventos que encantam a vida&lt;br /&gt;Mil e uma cores desvairadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No teu corpo, o cheiro a orvalho&lt;br /&gt;No teu peito mistérios famintos procuram coração&lt;br /&gt;Promessas resguardam o esplendor da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Na intimidade extrema que prende a respiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço-me tua neste árduo desejo que atravessou a noite&lt;br /&gt;No desacerto do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Aroma de flores negras carrego&lt;br /&gt;Na cinza dos bosques que faço despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertenço à imortalidade dos gestos&lt;br /&gt;Aos lugares que tuas pedras calam&lt;br /&gt;Ás lágrimas que fortalecem o tronco&lt;br /&gt;Águas límpidas em nascentes que falam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo escasso que esgotou&lt;br /&gt;No infindável do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Semeei na terra profunda marcas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que jamais irei escrever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-5177172528353928939?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sgv0wJsy-FI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_2fPWNY4WzM/s72-c/foto+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5477739258568944273</id><published>2009-04-29T19:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:34:39.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Creep</title><content type='html'>Hoje apetece-me partilhar com vocês uma das músicas que marcou a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece-me ouvi-la vezes sem conta, enquanto mergulho o pensamento na almofada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFkzRNyygfk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5477739258568944273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/5477739258568944273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/04/radiohead-creep.html' title='Radiohead - Creep'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-5756090298954089401</id><published>2009-04-14T20:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:11:27.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceano Perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/SeTfNzaFd3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/eIofLKqZmos/s72-c/Imagem+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-6876398352966131069</id><published>2009-04-11T18:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:20:16.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Páscoa</title><content type='html'>Para todos vocês que fazem parte deste meu cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;Para todos vocês que fazem dele um ponto de encontro, um elo de ligação, uma partilha de sentimentos, devaneios, desabafos!&lt;br /&gt;Para todos vocês que fazem parte de mim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Páscoa repleta de tudo aquilo que vocês merecem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-6876398352966131069?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/6876398352966131069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2262179600675506737&amp;postID=6876398352966131069' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6876398352966131069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2262179600675506737/posts/default/6876398352966131069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/2009/04/boa-pascoa.html' title='Boa Páscoa'/><author><name>Fragmentos Intemporais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00203811056465807898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoCvqjJr-HA/TjkaEIsHnbI/AAAAAAAABUs/5nd83c7soGs/s220/DPP_0687-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262179600675506737.post-4980355576791050625</id><published>2009-04-09T15:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:33:09.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sd4wDLKD1jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hCdS7bOcdUw/s1600-h/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BLllhNVUqJs/Sd4wDLKD1jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hCdS7bOcdUw/s400/liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744640691230258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um complexo dinâmico, constituído de emoções, sentimentos, momentos inesquecíveis, tristezas, maus-estares e bem-estares...  &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, tudo isto leva-me a questionar se cada um de nós terá mesmo um papel qualquer a desempenhar nesta vida e depois não me surge nenhuma resposta!&lt;br /&gt;Mas também, quem sou eu para falar deste tema? &lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma simples mortal com diversas pancadas mentais! &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sinto que o mundo desaba nas minhas costas e depois assim do nada há algo que desperta no mais íntimo que há em mim, uma felicidade terrena que parece querer alcançar o Universo!&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sou invadida por grandes tempestades de sentimentos que só me trazem uma imensa instabilidade... &lt;br /&gt;Mas contudo, há algo superior que não posso negar! &lt;br /&gt;A liberdade... &lt;br /&gt;É gratificante sentir que tenho liberdade para fazer e dizer o que me vai dentro da alma...&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade de deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e tornar-me a autora da minha própria história.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade de atravessar desertos fora de mim e ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade de não ter medo dos meus sentimentos, de saber quem sou, de ter coragem para ouvir um "não", de ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta...&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade de escolher o meu próprio caminho...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma equação em que existem as tais constantes incógnitas e cada um de nós tem o papel de as descobrir! &lt;br /&gt;Aprender a ser livre é uma delas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-4980355576791050625?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/4980355576791050625/comments/default' title='Postar 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dizer como te penso?&lt;br /&gt;Como te vejo em tudo o que olho&lt;br /&gt;Se estás nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Se és os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo o que vejo estás tu também.&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer como te ouço?&lt;br /&gt;Se não ouço senão a tua voz que sussurra...&lt;br /&gt;Nas vozes que falam&lt;br /&gt;Na música que escuto&lt;br /&gt;Nos gritos que calam&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento vestido de luto.&lt;br /&gt;Como dizer, meu amor, da saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Se és tão constante e presente em mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2262179600675506737-4871284217479683903?l=fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosintemporais.blogspot.com/feeds/4871284217479683903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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