<?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-7039166796014889527</id><updated>2012-02-14T18:23:51.916Z</updated><category term='Rir'/><category term='Dança'/><category term='Flor de lis'/><category term='Paixão'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Fênix Faustine'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Preconceito'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='Dor'/><category term='Escrever'/><category term='Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi'/><category term='Mar'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Ben Sherwood'/><category term='Cansaço'/><category term='Deus'/><category term='Triste'/><category term='Coragem'/><category 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Coisa...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1655784933550355256</id><published>2011-12-31T16:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:57:06.329Z</updated><title type='text'>Adeus 2011</title><content type='html'>O último post de 2011 é para vos desejar umas ótimas saídas e umas entradas ainda melhores...=)&lt;div&gt;Em 2012 aqui estaremos para um ano que esperemos que seja melhor...;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinho e abraços*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1655784933550355256?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1049882904262223912</id><published>2011-12-28T23:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:18:02.590Z</updated><title type='text'>2011 foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1sc6wh0AQ/TvuxPIm5d2I/AAAAAAAABEc/ofNQnAkk60g/s1600/ano%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1sc6wh0AQ/TvuxPIm5d2I/AAAAAAAABEc/ofNQnAkk60g/s400/ano%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691337427679541090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um pedaço de coisas que marcaram o meu 2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Janeiro&lt;/b&gt; - Passei a passagem de ano na Suiça; Fui assaltada; Chumbei nos exames a que fui; Fiquei sem computador algum tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fevereiro&lt;/b&gt; - Visita ao Pena Park Aventura foi muito bom...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Março&lt;/b&gt; - Devo ter visto muitos filmes...xD e acho que me apliquei como deve ser nas frequências...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abril&lt;/b&gt; - Semana académica, duas semanas completamente malucas e conheci pessoas muito "coiso"; Da Páscoa não me lembro de nada de especial..=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maio&lt;/b&gt; - Segundo&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/semana.html"&gt;este post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tive momentos engraçados; Devo ter estado nas nuvens e feitos trabalho de ultima hora, e mais frequências e mais estudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Junho&lt;/b&gt; - Exames, passei a tudo! Procura de estágio; Combinei as férias; Férias em Braga..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julho e Agosto&lt;/b&gt; - Estágioooo....^^ (Entrei em depressão e emagreci 5kg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setembro &lt;/b&gt;- Acabei o estágio e recebi uma bela nota..:); Continuei deprimida; Entrei no 3º e ultimo ano da Licenciatura, decidida a acabar tudo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outubro&lt;/b&gt; - Conheci alguém que conseguiu fazer com que eu ficasse com pele de galinha e envolvi-me demasiado com ele e acabei de coração partido; inicio da semana do caloiro...; Apresentação do Pré-projecto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Novembro&lt;/b&gt; - Continuação da semana do caloiro, e fiz mais algumas asneiras e apanhei grandes sustos/ tomei decisões muito erradas....=/; Visita à Serra da Estrela; Estudar, que era o que devia, nada....=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dezembro&lt;/b&gt; - Fiz 20 anos, e esqueci-me de quase tudo o que se passou na comemoração; Disseram que ia ser tia; O Natal até foi fofinho e quentinho e fiz uma tatuagem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi um ano cheio de coisas, boas e más e algumas ainda vão comigo para 2012... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de tanta coisa ruim, o ano também teve coisas boas e espero que em 2012 as coisas boas sejam tão boas ou melhores do que este ano que está a terminar e as coisas más, bem as coisas más que não sejam tão más...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1049882904262223912?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1049882904262223912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1049882904262223912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1049882904262223912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1049882904262223912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-foi.html' title='2011 foi...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1sc6wh0AQ/TvuxPIm5d2I/AAAAAAAABEc/ofNQnAkk60g/s72-c/ano%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7277170490891373758</id><published>2011-12-24T00:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:09:26.010Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjFmt69-Ni8/TvUYLQGnYII/AAAAAAAABEQ/ieoNDCkYaBI/s1600/tumblr_ldtvb5ECEe1qazj2jo1_500_large.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/-CjFmt69-Ni8/TvUYLQGnYII/AAAAAAAABEQ/ieoNDCkYaBI/s400/tumblr_ldtvb5ECEe1qazj2jo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689480285832831106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais o Natal deixa de fazer sentido, esta-se a perder o verdadeiro espírito.&lt;div&gt;Seja como for desejo a todos um excelente Natal e que cada um tenha aquilo que realmente merece e deseja....=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7277170490891373758?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7277170490891373758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7277170490891373758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7277170490891373758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7277170490891373758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal..'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjFmt69-Ni8/TvUYLQGnYII/AAAAAAAABEQ/ieoNDCkYaBI/s72-c/tumblr_ldtvb5ECEe1qazj2jo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-155633462771790896</id><published>2011-12-11T02:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:49:37.419Z</updated><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu-1fz_LYAU/TuQaLbo6o4I/AAAAAAAABDw/npO_AeKkkv0/s1600/tumblr_kr4zo8uq3v1qzcapto1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu-1fz_LYAU/TuQaLbo6o4I/AAAAAAAABDw/npO_AeKkkv0/s400/tumblr_kr4zo8uq3v1qzcapto1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684697413348664194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi 2 litros de chá, enquanto estava embrulhada num cobertor quentinho, de pijama e pantufas. Teria sido perfeito se tivesse estado todo o dia sem fazer nenhum a ver televisão ou um filme qualquer no computador, como não fiz nada disso, estive no PC a tentar fazer um video (sim todo o dia) que ainda nem sequer está terminado, diga-se de passagem que a culpa é do editor de video (não, não é o movie maker, mas se calhar tinha tido mais sorte) que bloqueou umas quinhentas (ou mais) vezes... &lt;div&gt;Estou deprimida, ainda tenho duas fichas de documentários para fazer, um resumo de 500 páginas, acabar o video, acabar o trabalho de Marketing, acabar o trabalho de Empreendedorismo, estudar para Ecoturismo, estudar para Ecologia, estudar para Métodos Quantitativos....:O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não vou definitivamente sobreviver a esta semana....='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-155633462771790896?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/155633462771790896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=155633462771790896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/155633462771790896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/155633462771790896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/12/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu-1fz_LYAU/TuQaLbo6o4I/AAAAAAAABDw/npO_AeKkkv0/s72-c/tumblr_kr4zo8uq3v1qzcapto1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2927728284061226564</id><published>2011-12-05T00:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:02:38.301Z</updated><title type='text'>O Natal anda no ar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLHBD-t88gU/TtwYIH_Z2nI/AAAAAAAABDk/Ivux1uzObbw/s1600/392659_333580873323793_219355464746335_1555779_115141602_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLHBD-t88gU/TtwYIH_Z2nI/AAAAAAAABDk/Ivux1uzObbw/s400/392659_333580873323793_219355464746335_1555779_115141602_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682443357697727090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luzes, os enfeites, as árvores, a música... já começa a ser Natal. Adoro entrar num shopping ver a decoração natalícia e ouvir as musicas de Natal, parece que eleva o espírito, principalmente nesta época difícil....&lt;div&gt;O consumismo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu própria este fim de semana fui vitima do consumismo, e eu que sou de poupar e poupar, este ano decidi abrir os cordões à bolsa e mimar os manos e os pais, já estava na hora de também começar a dar presentes. Os presentes de Natal que eu vou oferecer, estão oficialmente comprados embrulhados e arrumados, há espera que chegue o dia de dar alegria às crianças e também aos mais velhos...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano com a surpresa de uma noticia que vai encher o Natal ainda com mais alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes do Natal ainda vem aí o meu aniversário, o que supostamente devia deixar-me entusiasmada, mas a ideia de chegar às duas décadas não me agrada assim tanto... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com tanto trabalho para fazer acho que vou me esquecer dos anos e assim posso continuar a dizer que tenho 19...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para vocês, umas boas compras de Natal, com moderação...;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2927728284061226564?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2927728284061226564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2927728284061226564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2927728284061226564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2927728284061226564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-natal-anda-no-ar.html' title='O Natal anda no ar...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLHBD-t88gU/TtwYIH_Z2nI/AAAAAAAABDk/Ivux1uzObbw/s72-c/392659_333580873323793_219355464746335_1555779_115141602_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-676342916897071286</id><published>2011-12-01T18:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:34:09.096Z</updated><title type='text'>1 de Dezembro</title><content type='html'>E porque é a ultima vez que o dia 1 de Dezembro é feriado, porque não escrever qualquer coisita..=)&lt;div&gt;A pouco e pouco lá se vão os feriados, lá se vão os subsídios, lá se vai muita coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-676342916897071286?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/676342916897071286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=676342916897071286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/676342916897071286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/676342916897071286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-de-dezembro.html' title='1 de Dezembro'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8315847400613387640</id><published>2011-11-29T18:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T02:11:02.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Bahhh..=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0xQWSgIsIc/TtWQrV67oFI/AAAAAAAABDY/PCFtZ0qt1cQ/s1600/299350_273795595986711_211877952178476_901572_42306286_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-x0xQWSgIsIc/TtWQrV67oFI/AAAAAAAABDY/PCFtZ0qt1cQ/s400/299350_273795595986711_211877952178476_901572_42306286_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680605579290845266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a desanimar com a faculdade. Outra vez! Quero estudar e não tenho vontade. Quero fazer os trabalhos e não tenho paciência. Queria deixar de pensar em assuntos completamente alheios à faculdade e concentrar-me no que realmente quero... Porque se quero tenho que fazer por ter!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais logo apresentação oral do Pré-Projecto....Grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pré-Projecto.. Pré-Projecto.. Pré-Projecto.. Depois da apresentação não quero ouvir mais ninguém a falar sobre este assunto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8315847400613387640?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8315847400613387640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8315847400613387640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8315847400613387640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8315847400613387640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/11/bahhh.html' title='Bahhh..=/'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0xQWSgIsIc/TtWQrV67oFI/AAAAAAAABDY/PCFtZ0qt1cQ/s72-c/299350_273795595986711_211877952178476_901572_42306286_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4211108342640905196</id><published>2011-11-29T00:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:54:04.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Estudar??? Sim, devia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Vv7q3Vhz0/TtQslA2sdjI/AAAAAAAABDM/aLiXyFsJAXg/s1600/6365693249_8301e8b2f4_z_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Vv7q3Vhz0/TtQslA2sdjI/AAAAAAAABDM/aLiXyFsJAXg/s400/6365693249_8301e8b2f4_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680214044417226290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;[Bem devia estar a dar no duro, mas falta-me vontade para isso..=/]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje era para ter tido frequência, já estava psicologicamente preparada para a fazer, apesar de não ter estudado absolutamente nada, acontece que o professor esqueceu-se, não apareceu e não ouve frequência para ninguém.&lt;div&gt;Amanhã vou ter frequência, ainda não estudei nada, não estou psicologicamente preparada para a fazer e com toda a certeza o  professor não vai esquecer-se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estou tramada!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4211108342640905196?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/4211108342640905196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=4211108342640905196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4211108342640905196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4211108342640905196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/11/estudar-sim-devia.html' title='Estudar??? Sim, devia!!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1Vv7q3Vhz0/TtQslA2sdjI/AAAAAAAABDM/aLiXyFsJAXg/s72-c/6365693249_8301e8b2f4_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6241451802785076836</id><published>2011-11-27T15:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:34:28.939Z</updated><title type='text'>Já fui à neve...=)</title><content type='html'>Dias 17 e 18 de Novembro foi assim:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVTkubE1E7E/TtJURlU5QVI/AAAAAAAABCQ/kC6nIHc54LU/s200/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679694741121876306" /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxgWw-O1J1Q/TtJVxPrG0nI/AAAAAAAABC0/4AQ-AzVnceE/s200/DSC03161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679696384576901746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px; " /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYNM2k6pkjA/TtJW37GWJHI/AAAAAAAABDA/OoYzwnlEw9o/s200/DSC03189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679697598824719474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px; " /&gt;                             &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH48GIGMBOM/TtJUd4sDmFI/AAAAAAAABCc/QVtLDOeeYXM/s200/DSC03227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679694952477726802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 200px; " /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZZJzJuLD1E/TtJUryfcoaI/AAAAAAAABCo/fxy1KyZBWcg/s200/DSC03299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679695191332397474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serra da Estrela (Parque Natural) - Belmonte - Covilhã - Unhais da Serra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Serra da Estrela já estava com alguma neve e deu para o pessoal se divertir durante alguns minutos, e felizmente fomos num dia bom, já que não apanhamos transito e a estrada ainda não estava cortada...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi bastante divertido e com peripécias pelo meio, como não podia deixar de ser. Ainda bem que não se deixa de fazer viagens de estudo na faculdade. E para quem estuda Turismo que maneira mais fácil de aprender do que viajar??...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venha a próxima!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6241451802785076836?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6241451802785076836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6241451802785076836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6241451802785076836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6241451802785076836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/11/ja-fui-neve.html' title='Já fui à neve...=)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVTkubE1E7E/TtJURlU5QVI/AAAAAAAABCQ/kC6nIHc54LU/s72-c/DSC03147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5688731855582885881</id><published>2011-11-27T01:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:59:02.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Saltos altos</title><content type='html'>Eu não usava saltos altos!! Não usava e não tinha intenção de usar tão cedo, ou melhor não usar mesmo, ficar mais alta não era propriamente algo que me agradava, a altura excessiva deixava-me nervosa, fosse de que forma fosse... Bem, estamos em tempo de mudanças e decidi tentar e, vá, nem correu assim tão mal, não cambaleei, e quase que parecia que já estava acostumada, não eram muito altos, mas ainda assim podia ter corrido mal.&lt;div&gt;Os botins que usei eram deste género:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlnf0WXe0OM/TtGmlY7pK1I/AAAAAAAABCE/RoIqYtkyluE/s200/1290625161_x7mWkeqGG5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679503766368889682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O salto era mais ou menos deste tamanho, e tem algumas semelhanças com estes. Muito confortáveis, mas admito não há nada como calçado sem salto alto para os meus ricos pezinhos...:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sapatilhas, obrigada por existirem...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5688731855582885881?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5688731855582885881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5688731855582885881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5688731855582885881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5688731855582885881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/11/saltos-altos.html' title='Saltos altos'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlnf0WXe0OM/TtGmlY7pK1I/AAAAAAAABCE/RoIqYtkyluE/s72-c/1290625161_x7mWkeqGG5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5924587160310889202</id><published>2011-11-26T15:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:15:26.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Time to change...:D</title><content type='html'>Digamos que estou na blogosfera desde Janeiro de 2009 e diga-se que este blog não viu grandes mudanças na qualidade de conteúdo, visto que as minhas influencias em termos de blogs talvez não fossem as melhores (sem querer ofender, afinal eu seguia porque queria e gostava).  Eu queria era saber de blogs deprimentes, blogs de pessoas que mostrassem o quanto a sua vida é miserável, provavelmente para sentir que a minha era um pouco melhor que a deles, e sentir que há coisas bem piores. E claro, como não podia deixar de ser, este blog, foi sem sombra de duvida um blog tão melodramático, como qualquer outro que eu visitava.... &lt;div&gt;Talvez esteja na altura de mudar. &lt;div&gt;Eu tenho mudado, não apenas fisicamente, mas também interiormente. tenho dado valor a coisas que não devo dar e perdido tempo com coisas/pessoas que definitivamente não merecem o meu tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to change!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ali organizar a minha vidinha, colocar o que não importa  no lixo e tentar fazer uns trabalhinhos, se quiser acabar a licenciatura este ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu volto, mas não volto deprimida com "a minha vida é uma desgraça" (quando isso voltar a acontecer, é porque provalvelmente fiquei sem dinheiro para ir para casa ou coisa do genero)..;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5924587160310889202?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5924587160310889202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5924587160310889202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5924587160310889202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5924587160310889202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-to-changed.html' title='Time to change...:D'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4869385616244636083</id><published>2011-10-29T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:08:06.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já é hora de um novo recomeço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9UD9gXpH4M/TqwkwzllWMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RruzxCZZUUc/s1600/320715_290421520987603_270063583023397_1138079_91463983_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9UD9gXpH4M/TqwkwzllWMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RruzxCZZUUc/s400/320715_290421520987603_270063583023397_1138079_91463983_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668946451852777666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"ELA quase deixou de acreditar que seria possível ter vontade de se envolver novamente. Foram tantas dores, finais, recomeços e frustrações que pensou em seguir sozinha para não mais se machucar. Então percebeu que a vida de solteira já não está fazendo tanto sentido. Decidiu que quer um amor verdadeiro… que pode nem ser eterno, mas que possa acordá-la com um abraço que fará o seu dia feliz, quer um homem que ela possa cuidar e amar sem receios de que está sendo enganada. Quer a alegria dos finais de semana juntinhos, as expectativas dos planos construídos, o grito de “gol” estremecendo a casa quando o time dele estiver ganhando… a cumplicidade em dividir os segredos. Quer observá-lo sem camisa, lendo o jornal na varanda… quer reclamar da bagunça no banheiro, rindo e gritando quando ele revidar puxando-a para o chuveiro, completamente vestida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Quer a certeza de abrir a porta de casa e saber que mesmo ele não estando, chegará a qualquer momento trazendo o brigadeiro da doceria que ela gosta tanto. Quer beijar, cheirar, morder, beliscar e apertar para ter certeza que a felicidade está ali mesmo… materializada nele. Quer provar que pode fazer esse homem feliz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4869385616244636083?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/4869385616244636083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=4869385616244636083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4869385616244636083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4869385616244636083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/10/ja-e-hora-de-um-novo-recomeco.html' title='Já é hora de um novo recomeço...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9UD9gXpH4M/TqwkwzllWMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/RruzxCZZUUc/s72-c/320715_290421520987603_270063583023397_1138079_91463983_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6725679732516058961</id><published>2011-10-15T15:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:00:25.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peço desculpa, mas devido ao excesso de coisas que andam na cabeça agora vou continuar ausente... Espero voltar depressa...:) &lt;div&gt;Até lá, beijinhos e abraços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Podem sempre encontrar-me no Twitter ou Facebook..;)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6725679732516058961?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6725679732516058961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6725679732516058961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6725679732516058961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6725679732516058961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/10/peco-desculpa-mas-devido-ao-excesso-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2155510107647806714</id><published>2011-09-19T23:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:04:47.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oportunidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s90-P_IIZeI/TnfKe61Cb4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/2MTRnu4MajU/s1600/tumblr_l85079ncq41qcsdtvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s90-P_IIZeI/TnfKe61Cb4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/2MTRnu4MajU/s400/tumblr_l85079ncq41qcsdtvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654210489723547522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje lamento não ter aproveitado a oportunidade quando ela surgiu, agora resta-me acreditar ou iludir-me que uma nova oportunidade vai surgir e que tu vais lá estar de novo para mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2155510107647806714?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2155510107647806714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2155510107647806714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2155510107647806714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2155510107647806714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/09/oportunidade.html' title='Oportunidade'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s90-P_IIZeI/TnfKe61Cb4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/2MTRnu4MajU/s72-c/tumblr_l85079ncq41qcsdtvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5739215316312528552</id><published>2011-09-11T00:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:54:51.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbsQPu9O2qA/Tmv4q42eSQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QBQYWSjdpok/s1600/283257_149818635095590_146853888725398_295185_7546974_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbsQPu9O2qA/Tmv4q42eSQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QBQYWSjdpok/s400/283257_149818635095590_146853888725398_295185_7546974_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650883573165476098" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 29px; line-height: 33px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black;background:white"&gt;"No fim você coloca um sorriso no rosto e finge que é sincero, até que a vida o faça realmente ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5739215316312528552?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5739215316312528552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5739215316312528552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5739215316312528552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5739215316312528552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-sorriso.html' title='O Sorriso'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbsQPu9O2qA/Tmv4q42eSQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QBQYWSjdpok/s72-c/283257_149818635095590_146853888725398_295185_7546974_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1495700232598433214</id><published>2011-09-10T14:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:44:13.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todos os dia me levantava e sabia que ia sorrir, porque eu sou assim sorrio por coisas sem sentido. Chegava ao trabalho e sabia que era uma das melhores parte do meu dia, não importava se fazia alguma coisa errada, ao errava estava a aprender a fazer melhor da próxima vez, se voltasse a errar era apenas mais uma forma de aprender. Não importava se errava, importava era se depois tentava fazer melhor até dar certo. Pessoas que não faziam e não fazem ideia do "Eu" antes de ir para o estágio conseguiram ver por trás de uma aparência descuidada uma rapariga simpática que passava o seu tempo a sorrir, nem que por detrás do sorriso houvesse um mar de dor, uma vontade enorme de chorar, a Marta era a rapariga que chegava ao trabalho a sorrir, passava o dia a sorrir e ia embora a sorrir. Depois do trabalho chegava a sua realidade em casa, completamente oposta, sem sorriso, só com vontade de voltar para um lugar onde pudesse sorrir, onde as pessoas não se importavam se ela era estranha ou estúpida ou irresponsável, ela lá fazia o tinha que fazer e continuava a sorrir e isso bastava. &lt;div&gt;Às vezes devia ser suficiente sermos como somos, aceitarem-nos como somos, sem porquês, sem juízos de valor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1495700232598433214?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1495700232598433214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1495700232598433214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1495700232598433214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1495700232598433214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/09/todos-os-dia-me-levantava-e-sabia-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1476374787175080738</id><published>2011-09-09T20:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:37:45.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They are not you!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VCFx8to6rdI/TmqGrUSPj0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/r9Dizwez6uA/s1600/myart_illust11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VCFx8to6rdI/TmqGrUSPj0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/r9Dizwez6uA/s400/myart_illust11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650476761227431746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#333333;background: white"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Às vezes a saudade bate forte pra valer, parece que nas ruas todo mundo é você, mas quando eu chego perto ninguém tem o teu olhar, só me resta esperar até você voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1476374787175080738?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1476374787175080738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1476374787175080738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1476374787175080738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1476374787175080738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-are-not-you.html' title='They are not you!!!!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VCFx8to6rdI/TmqGrUSPj0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/r9Dizwez6uA/s72-c/myart_illust11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7587582769884810076</id><published>2011-09-03T10:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:15:53.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão como passaste?..</title><content type='html'>Agosto passou a voar...&lt;div&gt;As férias à muito que já lá vão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O estágio acaba na próxima semana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excelente resumo dos dois ultimos meses.... Apesar de tudo foi um Verão muito produtivo para mim... Aprendi muito, conheci pessoas a quem tenho orgulho de chamar de amigos, sinto que conheci um pouco do mundo...:D Foi uma boa experiencia...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora é preparar para o ultimo ano da licenciatura...-.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7587582769884810076?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7587582769884810076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7587582769884810076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7587582769884810076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7587582769884810076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/09/verao-como-passas-te.html' title='Verão como passaste?..'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7511460942278837469</id><published>2011-08-20T01:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T01:44:01.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By6qNpiU4AA/Tk8DMDwzrbI/AAAAAAAAA68/15Y9SxlD_Ig/s1600/luvaj-spring-2011-lookbook-6_jpgpnb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By6qNpiU4AA/Tk8DMDwzrbI/AAAAAAAAA68/15Y9SxlD_Ig/s400/luvaj-spring-2011-lookbook-6_jpgpnb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642732363821854130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que o tempo cura todas as feridas, ainda assim as cicatrizes permanecem...&lt;div&gt;Não podem dizer que é fácil deixar de lado, quando não é. As cicatrizes sempre nos vão lembrar o que foi e o que não devia ter sido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7511460942278837469?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7511460942278837469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7511460942278837469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7511460942278837469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7511460942278837469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/08/time.html' title='Time....'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By6qNpiU4AA/Tk8DMDwzrbI/AAAAAAAAA68/15Y9SxlD_Ig/s72-c/luvaj-spring-2011-lookbook-6_jpgpnb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6958355258637761720</id><published>2011-08-15T23:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:46:45.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo leva o seu tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgBH0Jqy1TE/TkmiockyNRI/AAAAAAAAA60/mu_fKKQtsqE/s1600/251254_159350080799395_155680074499729_377481_7634906_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgBH0Jqy1TE/TkmiockyNRI/AAAAAAAAA60/mu_fKKQtsqE/s400/251254_159350080799395_155680074499729_377481_7634906_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641218824007202066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes leva mais tempo do que o previsto para descobrir-mos aquilo que queremos fazer da nossa vida, mas quando descobrimos não devemos achar que é tarde de mais, nunca é tarde de mais... às vezes só leva mais tempo até alcançarmos o que desejamos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6958355258637761720?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6958355258637761720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6958355258637761720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6958355258637761720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6958355258637761720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-leva-o-seu-tempo.html' title='Tudo leva o seu tempo...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgBH0Jqy1TE/TkmiockyNRI/AAAAAAAAA60/mu_fKKQtsqE/s72-c/251254_159350080799395_155680074499729_377481_7634906_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2783346549223264375</id><published>2011-08-15T01:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T01:30:30.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One chance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcUXsAWWYME/TkhonSxocgI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zzscaEszZNU/s1600/tumblr_ldfg452gVD1qer4kvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcUXsAWWYME/TkhonSxocgI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zzscaEszZNU/s400/tumblr_ldfg452gVD1qer4kvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640873557545742850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se olhar para trás vou reparar de que há muitas coisas de que me arrependo, não posso mudar o que já aconteceu, e afinal acabei por aprender grandes lições com todos os erros, mas às vezes era bom ter uma chance de fazer as coisas de uma forma diferente, de uma forma melhor, de uma forma que não tornasse o dia de hoje mais doloroso do que o dia de ontem....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Marta*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2783346549223264375?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2783346549223264375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2783346549223264375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2783346549223264375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2783346549223264375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-chance.html' title='One chance...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcUXsAWWYME/TkhonSxocgI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zzscaEszZNU/s72-c/tumblr_ldfg452gVD1qer4kvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-648384038782784062</id><published>2011-08-14T01:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:35:18.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho mais fácil nem sempre é o mais correcto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haRRfefXYr0/TkcYOoIpIhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Ryo5wB9qQiM/s1600/my_great_escape_by_twinphotography_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haRRfefXYr0/TkcYOoIpIhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Ryo5wB9qQiM/s400/my_great_escape_by_twinphotography_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640503697875739154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que depois da tempestade vem a bonança. eu acredito que pode ser mesmo assim, mas se não fizermos nada para mudar os ventos, então talvez a tempestade simplesmente permaneça.&lt;div&gt;Somos nós que decidimos, de certa forma, para que lado o vento vai soprar conforme as nossas escolhas, os nossos actos. Apesar de tudo não podemos esperar que o caminho que temos pela frente seja fácil, pode não haver tempestades, mas haverá sempre outro tipo de obstáculos, se formos fortes o suficientes levantaremos a cabeça, sorrimos e diremos que cada obstáculo será uma aventura que no fim valerá cada queda, cada ferida. Caso sejamos fracos para seguir em frente e passar pelos obstáculos vai acabar por restar uma vida miserável de arrependimentos do que poderia ser e não foi, uma vida que não foi realmente vivida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos temos os nossos sonhos, se realmente acreditamos que somos capazes de consegui-los então só temos de correr atrás, agarrar as oportunidades e lutar, se cairmos temos que ser capazes de nos levantar, há-de sempre haver alguém que estará pronto a estender-te a mão e te ajude nos piores momentos, mas não podemos deixar de acreditar que somos capazes, porque todos temos essa força dentro de nós, só temos que corajosos o suficiente para usa-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os últimos tempos têm sido dificeis, já não me lembrava do que era estar há beira do abismo, mas eu ainda acredito que posso realizar muitos dos meus sonhos e posso nem ter a meu lado todas as pessoa que importam na minha vida, mas isso não significa que esteja sozinha, porque não estou, há sempre alguém, no momento até podemos nem reparar, mas esse alguém pode fazer toda a diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-648384038782784062?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/648384038782784062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=648384038782784062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/648384038782784062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/648384038782784062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-caminho-mais-facil-nem-sempre-e-o.html' title='O caminho mais fácil nem sempre é o mais correcto....'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haRRfefXYr0/TkcYOoIpIhI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Ryo5wB9qQiM/s72-c/my_great_escape_by_twinphotography_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-586578483128679902</id><published>2011-08-06T22:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:57:52.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história de ninguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPd38arWuZA/Tj3G4-9ss9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/hqouFVoVUxo/s1600/6227734_mjn2m.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPd38arWuZA/Tj3G4-9ss9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/hqouFVoVUxo/s400/6227734_mjn2m.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637880990814483410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez... Não esperem assim começam os contos de fadas....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havia uma criança, esta pequena rapariga tímida que acreditava que o que tinha era grande e bastava. Tinha os pais, algo que nem todas as crianças têm a sorte de ter (apesar de só estar com o pai aos fins de semana) e tinha mais 3 irmãos, um irmão 1 ano e meio mais velho, a irmã dois anos mais nova e ainda um irmão 6 anos mais novo. Se podiam ser uma familia feliz? Poder podiam, mas as pessoas reagem de formas diferentes a determinadas situações, e ou se sabe lidar com elas ou perde-se mais do que aquilo que se pensa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta pequena rapariga era envergonhada, nunca se atrevia a dizer aquilo que realmente pensava, ou aquilo que sentia. Nunca se queixou da atenção que não teve, a atenção, o carinho, os afectos...estes que inicialmente eram partilhados com o irmão mais velho e que depois deixaram de existir quando nasceu a irmã e depois mais tarde o irmão. Mas ela nunca se importou, não pensava sequer nisso, talvez fosse uma coisa normal... Com o tempo acabou por criar o seu mundo, um mundo de silencio, de isolamento. Adorava estar no seu quarto e assim que aprendeu a gostar de ler, os livros eram o seu refugio, era como se pudesse viver uma vida que não era a sua, onde chorava e ria, mas o final era sempre feliz. Aplicava-se na escola, no 5º ano tirou notas muito boas, mas não foram essas notas que faziam com que ouve-se elogios por parte dos pais; no 6º ano as suas notas baixaram; no 7º ano apesar de ter melhorado um pouco, estava a perder uma parte que fazia todo o sentido na sua vida; no 8º ano baixou as notas e perdeu aquela que era a sua melhor amiga (não, não morreu, a rapariga timida só não era bonita e não vestia roupas bonitas como ela); no 9º ano esforçou-se para conseguir seguir em frente, tinha decisões para tomar, mas não sabia com que contar, então esqueceu-se dos seus sonhos e fez o que os pais lhe disseram que era melhor para ela, ir para o curso do irmão. No 10º ano foi para o curso do irmão e apesar de não ter notas más, ela não gostava daquilo, não podia estar com os amigos, porque os horários eram totalmente incompativeis, acabou por apanhar uma depressão. Um dia acordou e decidiu fazer uma coisa por si mesma e sair do curso, mas ainda assim não pode seguir o seu sonho, esse exigia pedir demais aos seus pais e se eles não queriam saber o que ela realmente queria e ela não tinha coragem de lhes pedir para ir para outra escola, o que exigia terem mais gastos com ela, então acabou num outro curso, que não era o que queria e não ia conviver com pessoas fáceis. No inicio pareceu que ia ser fácil, mas até ao 12º teve que suportar humilhações por parte das colegas, teve que lidar com o irmão que não lhe dizia coisas agradáveis... No 12º ano pos de lado baile de finalistas, a viagem de finalista, tudo porque não fazia sentido viver esses momentos com aquelas pessoas. Mas o que lhe doeu mais nesse ano foi ter-se esforçado para ter notas boas, o que conseguiu ter, e não ouvir ou simplesmente sentir que os pais estavam orgulhosos dela. Nem por um momento os pais lhe perguntava quando é que tinha teste ou que nota tivera no teste, ela ouvia perguntar isso aos irmãos, mas porque é que também não lhe perguntavam a ela. Chorava de noite a pensar o que havia de errado com ela, porque é que perdera a melhor amiga, porque é que não conseguia agradar os pais do jeito que ela era, porque é que não conseguia correr atrás dos seus sonhos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo não recebendo motivação por parte dos pais ela queria ir para a faculdade, e apesar de ter entrado, não entrou naquilo que queria (por 3 estupidas decimas) e quando teve a oportunidade de voltar a tentar e seguir aquilo que realmente queria, deu ouvidos aos pais e acabou desistir, mais uma vez, do seu sonho... já não era mais uma criança, ainda assim continuava sem dizer o que queria,  que pensava, o que sentia... Sofria por dentro enquanto sorria para as pessoas... A faculdade animou-a, não estava no que queria, mas esforçou-se para gostar, finalmente tinha uma liberdade que nunca lhe tinha sido concedida, não só podia sair à noite, mas de certa forma achou que podia ser mais ela, não conhecia ninguém e ninguém a conhecia, se a julguem-se, estariam a julga-la por ser como é... mudanças são sempre dificeis, mas esta foi bem fácil para ela, talvez tenha errado com as pessoa no inicio, mas acabou por perceber aquelas que lhe queriam bem ou mal... nunca foi totalmente ela propria e de certa forma tinha medo de deixar entrar demasiado as pessoas na sua vida, não as queria perder... mas sentia-se viva.... mas as coisas com os pais não iam tornar esta felicidade durar... desconfianças sobre gastos de dinheiro, a história de não fazer absolutamente nada em casa, entre outras coisas.... A questão mais discutida era o dinheiro. Ou que gastavam dinheiro com ela que não gastavam com os irmãos, ou porque ela gastava o dinheiro em saidas (que não aconteciam). De 4 irmãos ela era a unica que escolhera ir para a faculdade, apesar dos mais novos ainda nao terem acabado o secundário, eles sabem que não querem ir porque sabem que não gostam de estudar e querem é sair da escola, ainda podem mudar de ideias,mas tudo indica que a faculdade não faz parte dos planos de nenhum deles. O mais velho já foi para o estrangeiro e nem o secundário acabou... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rapariga timida em algum momento da sua vida pensou que o facto de ser a unica dos 4 que foi para a faculdade poderia ser motivo de orgulho, mas enganou-se. Falta um ano para ela terminar o curso, e as discussões pioraram. Ela sente-se culpada por achar que tem sido um "peso" para os pais, não suporta mais ouvi-los falar da questão do dinheiro, por diversos motivos, têm-se isolado deles e tem ouvido sermões por tudo e por nada, agora já diz o que pensa e o que quer, mas isso ainda lhe piora a situação. Ela quer tirar mestrado depois da licenciatura, os pais sempre lhe disseram que não iam ser eles que lho iam pagar. Esta noite a mãe literalmente lhe disse que quando terminasse a faculdade que podia arranjar um emprego e cuidar da sua vida... ela entendeu isto de uma forma, a forma como cada um entenderia é lá com cada um... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela não desejava que as coisas fossem assim, não se importava de ser aquela rapariga timida pelo resto da vida se isso significasse ter do seu lado todos aqueles que ela ama. Os pais não sabem que ela sempre dá valor ao que eles fizeram por ela, talvez nem acreditem que ela os ama, talvez nem queiram saber da importância que eles têm na vida dela. Ela não quer saber se foi a filha que recebeu mais atenção ou que eles não estiveram lá quando ela precisou, não lhe importam estas coisas... a unica coisa que ela sempre quis foi que eles se orgulhassem dela, com as qualidades e os defeitos que ela tem...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tem alguns amigos com quem pode contar, mas será que os vai ter para sempre? Tem tido muitas coisas a acontecer na vida dela, sente-se perdida, sem rumo, sozinha, sabe que está a voltar a entrar em depressão, não tem encontrado sentido na sua vida e tem medo de não aguentar, não ser forte o suficiente para enfrentar o que tem pela frente......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[...Continua (ou não)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-586578483128679902?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/586578483128679902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=586578483128679902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/586578483128679902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/586578483128679902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/08/uma-historia-de-ninguem.html' title='Uma história de ninguém...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MPd38arWuZA/Tj3G4-9ss9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/hqouFVoVUxo/s72-c/6227734_mjn2m.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8351528018774486259</id><published>2011-07-26T22:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:07:50.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always go to the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjWcoE5Mdqk/Ti86ZH_lulI/AAAAAAAAA40/xRpOb8C5zZY/s1600/1179432-8-1308142786274_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjWcoE5Mdqk/Ti86ZH_lulI/AAAAAAAAA40/xRpOb8C5zZY/s400/1179432-8-1308142786274_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633785862180682322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas têm duas opções:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Ou desistem, e passam o resto da vida a tentar sobreviver;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Ou têm coragem de seguir em frente de cabeça erguida, enfrentando todos os obstáculos enquanto  VIVEM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Marta*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8351528018774486259?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8351528018774486259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8351528018774486259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8351528018774486259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8351528018774486259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-always-go-to-end.html' title='I will always go to the end...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjWcoE5Mdqk/Ti86ZH_lulI/AAAAAAAAA40/xRpOb8C5zZY/s72-c/1179432-8-1308142786274_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4803321934127406018</id><published>2011-07-21T23:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:47:36.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF</title><content type='html'>O meu estado aqui no blog, é completamente off...&lt;div&gt;Peço desculpa pela ausência, tanto aqui como nos vossos blogues, mas com o estágio tem sido difícil passar por aqui... vou tentar dar noticias muito brevemente..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até lá,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos e abraços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4803321934127406018?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/4803321934127406018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=4803321934127406018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4803321934127406018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4803321934127406018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/off.html' title='OFF'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1365111597938300379</id><published>2011-07-16T00:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:42:22.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is a new day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkXHejYGpGk/TiDQU1krcOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xJuLVNtJ5BU/s1600/tumblr_ldfm77OeWt1qamk4to1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkXHejYGpGk/TiDQU1krcOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xJuLVNtJ5BU/s400/tumblr_ldfm77OeWt1qamk4to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629728590610002146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1365111597938300379?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1365111597938300379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1365111597938300379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1365111597938300379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1365111597938300379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomorrow-is-new-day.html' title='Tomorrow is a new day...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SkXHejYGpGk/TiDQU1krcOI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xJuLVNtJ5BU/s72-c/tumblr_ldfm77OeWt1qamk4to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3335661656459073939</id><published>2011-07-11T16:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:11:27.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1utsULCi8Hs/ThsgPIhXEOI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qvPG6Iq9pk4/s1600/WE-HEART-IT_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1utsULCi8Hs/ThsgPIhXEOI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qvPG6Iq9pk4/s400/WE-HEART-IT_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628127603687100642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need something real in my life!&lt;div&gt;- Like what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don´t know. Maybe I need to find some answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3335661656459073939?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3335661656459073939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3335661656459073939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3335661656459073939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3335661656459073939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/something-real.html' title='Something real'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1utsULCi8Hs/ThsgPIhXEOI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qvPG6Iq9pk4/s72-c/WE-HEART-IT_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-705115676092423327</id><published>2011-07-06T20:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:56:40.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Noticia</title><content type='html'>Consegui estágio..^^ &lt;div&gt;Começo segunda-feira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha que partilhar isto aqui..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de não ser exactamente o que queria, estou bastante entusiasmada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-705115676092423327?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/705115676092423327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=705115676092423327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/705115676092423327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/705115676092423327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/boa-noticia.html' title='Boa Noticia'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6981965630574171240</id><published>2011-07-05T19:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:59:06.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when we kissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PY7N2h0z9Vw/ThNcyAZbkWI/AAAAAAAAA4M/aRiClJy8_Mc/s1600/tumblr_lmoz9qVlNP1qb9fzto1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PY7N2h0z9Vw/ThNcyAZbkWI/AAAAAAAAA4M/aRiClJy8_Mc/s320/tumblr_lmoz9qVlNP1qb9fzto1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625942373685760354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;"I can honestly say you've been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;since I woke up today, up today&lt;br /&gt;I look at your photograph all the time&lt;br /&gt;These memories come back to life&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me&lt;br /&gt;With no music playing&lt;br /&gt;I remember the simple things&lt;br /&gt;I remember til I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget&lt;br /&gt;The memory I wanna forget&lt;br /&gt;Is Goodbye "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;- Miley Cyrus - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;--Goodbye--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;É incrível como certas letras de musica nos fazem recordar instantaneamente certos momentos da nossa vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;É quase como contar uma pequena história. São pequenos momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Era uma vez um rapaz e uma rapariga. Não são nada mais do que amigos, grandes amigos. Certa noite, ao som de uma musica qualquer (nos ouvidos deles a única musica era o bater dos seus corações) eles dançam nos braços um do outro, enquanto ele lhe sussurra palavras doces ao ouvido ela fecha os olhos e guarda para si cada pequeno pormenor. O final da noite aproxima-se e o adeus está perto. O primeiro beijo ficou gravado na memória, pode não ter sido perfeito mas foi o suficiente para ela não se esquecer que ele é importante na vida dela. No dia seguinte, ela não faz ideia o que ele sentiu ou se o voltaria a fazer. Sempre que se recorda do beijo, gostava de voltar a sentir os seus lábios nos dela. Olhou para as fotos com saudade, e à noite deixou as lágrimas rolarem enquanto se recorda de pequenas coisas, pequenos momentos. Mas continuam amigos e são felizes assim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;*Marta* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6981965630574171240?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6981965630574171240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6981965630574171240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6981965630574171240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6981965630574171240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-remember-when-we-kissed.html' title='I remember when we kissed'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PY7N2h0z9Vw/ThNcyAZbkWI/AAAAAAAAA4M/aRiClJy8_Mc/s72-c/tumblr_lmoz9qVlNP1qb9fzto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2797958041531718430</id><published>2011-07-04T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:00:56.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardim</title><content type='html'>Estou numa desta musica...:D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7dsOw_45JM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Quero desvendar a parte triste que há em ti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2797958041531718430?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2797958041531718430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2797958041531718430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2797958041531718430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2797958041531718430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/jardim.html' title='Jardim'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d7dsOw_45JM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2447873089264817372</id><published>2011-07-03T19:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:58:36.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiKFGmGhnKU/ThNeoCQxrEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/J4f6PYRyH6k/s1600/tumblr_lfaixmtaVZ1qg446so1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiKFGmGhnKU/ThNeoCQxrEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/J4f6PYRyH6k/s320/tumblr_lfaixmtaVZ1qg446so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625944401410894914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Lying here with you so close to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;It's hard to fight these feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;when it feels so hard to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Caught up in this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Caught up in your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;I never open up to anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;So hard to hold back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;when I'm holding you in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;But we don't need to rush this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Let's just take it slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Just a touch of the fire burning so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;No I don't want to mess this thing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;No I don't want push too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Just a shot in the dark that you just might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 38px; "&gt;be the one I've been waiting for my whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;So baby I'm alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;With just a kiss goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;*Lady Antebellum - Just a Kiss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2447873089264817372?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2447873089264817372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2447873089264817372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2447873089264817372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2447873089264817372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-kiss-on-your-lips-in-moonlight.html' title='Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiKFGmGhnKU/ThNeoCQxrEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/J4f6PYRyH6k/s72-c/tumblr_lfaixmtaVZ1qg446so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7561385024971435680</id><published>2011-07-02T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:46:36.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Das férias à realidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edc49PiDCto/Tg8emDiqGTI/AAAAAAAAA28/pAWE4UtPrjE/s1600/SAM_2038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edc49PiDCto/Tg8emDiqGTI/AAAAAAAAA28/pAWE4UtPrjE/s400/SAM_2038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624748098743572786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou de regresso..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E trago boas e más noticias..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boa noticia é que as férias foram maravilhosas com pessoas fantásticas..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A má noticia é que já recebi um não para o estágio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como eu não sou de desistir, já mandei mais currículos e agora é só esperar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7561385024971435680?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7561385024971435680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7561385024971435680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7561385024971435680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7561385024971435680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/07/das-ferias-realidade.html' title='Das férias à realidade!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edc49PiDCto/Tg8emDiqGTI/AAAAAAAAA28/pAWE4UtPrjE/s72-c/SAM_2038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7333114914296589998</id><published>2011-06-23T09:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:07:47.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCu-MD776Rk/TgMCVe_uKYI/AAAAAAAAA20/gfXYh54yGAY/s1600/tumblr_lm9i4vikvD1qg2gzpo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCu-MD776Rk/TgMCVe_uKYI/AAAAAAAAA20/gfXYh54yGAY/s400/tumblr_lm9i4vikvD1qg2gzpo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621339328009349506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noticia: Vou de férias..:D&lt;div&gt;Má noticia: não vou aparecer por aqui durante uns tempitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim que voltar actualizo comentários e o blog...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos e Abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Quando voltar espero trazer boas noticias relacionadas com o estágios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Marta*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7333114914296589998?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7333114914296589998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7333114914296589998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7333114914296589998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7333114914296589998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/ferias.html' title='Férias*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCu-MD776Rk/TgMCVe_uKYI/AAAAAAAAA20/gfXYh54yGAY/s72-c/tumblr_lm9i4vikvD1qg2gzpo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7721716533948557561</id><published>2011-06-21T01:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:41:39.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5lNM8_FaD0/Tf_jrYVQ2EI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ywI2fdhjW40/s1600/tumblr_li6yp3qlWo1qbb4o1o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5lNM8_FaD0/Tf_jrYVQ2EI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ywI2fdhjW40/s400/tumblr_li6yp3qlWo1qbb4o1o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620461194387183682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tão desesperante a ideia de que as pessoas que fazem sentido na nossa vida não nos aceitam tal e qual como somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É agonizante viver nesta mentira, dizermos que está tudo bem quando na verdade queremos explodir porque está tudo mal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7721716533948557561?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7721716533948557561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7721716533948557561&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7721716533948557561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7721716533948557561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-assim.html' title='Ser assim...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5lNM8_FaD0/Tf_jrYVQ2EI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ywI2fdhjW40/s72-c/tumblr_li6yp3qlWo1qbb4o1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8662505756352106878</id><published>2011-06-20T20:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:48:59.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não preciso de palavras, apenas de ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mhTxFMfa8Q/Tf-kFTcs7wI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0YJf0Dl7OqU/s1600/tumblr_ll3qmalzN21qfj7k0o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mhTxFMfa8Q/Tf-kFTcs7wI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0YJf0Dl7OqU/s400/tumblr_ll3qmalzN21qfj7k0o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620391271008628482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro palavras, mas não encontro!&lt;div&gt;Não há palavras que descrevam o tamanho deste desejo. O desejo de te encontrar. O desejo de chegar perto de ti. O desejo de te pegar na mão. O desejo de te abraçar. O desejo de te beijar. O desejo de acreditar que depois de tudo isto te vou ter sempre a meu lado. Não importa as partidas que o futuro pregue, se estiveres lá, sobreviveremos juntos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa se há ausência de palavras, tu saberás o que quero dizer.. até que um dia elas saíram de forma inesperada, mas até lá... Não preciso de palavras, apenas de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Marta&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8662505756352106878?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8662505756352106878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8662505756352106878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8662505756352106878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8662505756352106878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-preciso-de-palavras-apenas-de-ti.html' title='Não preciso de palavras, apenas de ti!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mhTxFMfa8Q/Tf-kFTcs7wI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0YJf0Dl7OqU/s72-c/tumblr_ll3qmalzN21qfj7k0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-311521284235421311</id><published>2011-06-19T00:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:14:15.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q7UK0XqCXs/Tf1M3ZXlddI/AAAAAAAAA1U/IPGywKaW-jE/s1600/SAM_1755.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-4Q7UK0XqCXs/Tf1M3ZXlddI/AAAAAAAAA1U/IPGywKaW-jE/s400/SAM_1755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619732424614573522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"As coisas mais simples da vida são as mais extraordinárias, e só os sábios conseguem vê-las."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-311521284235421311?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/311521284235421311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=311521284235421311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/311521284235421311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/311521284235421311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-coisas-mais-simples-da-vida-sao-as.html' title='Simplicidade*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q7UK0XqCXs/Tf1M3ZXlddI/AAAAAAAAA1U/IPGywKaW-jE/s72-c/SAM_1755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-380803892052750054</id><published>2011-06-17T00:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:58:05.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada aos meus Amigos por serem os melhores do mundo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx-B3URQPYM/TfqYYVqmt9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DFvW0WGWkuE/s1600/249195_229306507084564_219355464746335_1097843_4862588_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx-B3URQPYM/TfqYYVqmt9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DFvW0WGWkuE/s400/249195_229306507084564_219355464746335_1097843_4862588_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618971028998240210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"O tempo pode apagar lembranças de um rosto, um corpo, mas jamais apagará lembranças de Pessoas que souberam fazer de pequenos instantes, grandes momentos." - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-380803892052750054?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/380803892052750054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=380803892052750054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/380803892052750054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/380803892052750054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/obrigada-aos-meus-amigos-por-serem-os.html' title='Obrigada aos meus Amigos por serem os melhores do mundo!!!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx-B3URQPYM/TfqYYVqmt9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/DFvW0WGWkuE/s72-c/249195_229306507084564_219355464746335_1097843_4862588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-782595681386426016</id><published>2011-06-13T02:40:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T03:32:35.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um post completamente sem nexo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f056dXfh6mA/TfVz8WSmXqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/GBGYq7LQpvQ/s1600/247081_204918722879794_191850820853251_496267_5019987_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617523590827499170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f056dXfh6mA/TfVz8WSmXqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/GBGYq7LQpvQ/s400/247081_204918722879794_191850820853251_496267_5019987_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem és tu?&lt;br /&gt;És um sonho que virou pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;És o dia que terminou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És um sorriso apagado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um choro infindável .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma tortura agonizante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És tu. Mas porque tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou numa daquelas fases em que o chocolate é meu melhor amigo e o meu pior inimigo. Amigo porque me alivia o stress, inimigo porque os quilos a mais são bem desnecessários!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se me perguntarem mil vezes se estou bem eu vou responder mil e uma vez que sim,estou bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sinceramente, não estou bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou decepcionada, só não sei é se estou decepcionada com determinada pessoa ou comigo mesma por ter deixado as coisas chegarem ao ponto em que estão. Acho que tenho uma tendência estranha para errar em relação às pessoas, ou para acertar ao lado, porque estava lá perto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como se já não bastasse a minha vida deprimente, nunca mais me dão uma resposta para o estágio. Preciso de qualquer coisa boa na minha vida e isso seria sem duvida o estágio!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Estou a entrar em depressão (estágio, por favor salva-me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Milf, para os amigos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Este post está deveras confuso, estranho e aleatório, a culpa é dos neurónios que não tenho e do senso comum que nunca tive. Haja esperança para que um dia me torne normal, ou talvez eu nem queira ser normal, deve ser bem chato!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-782595681386426016?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/782595681386426016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=782595681386426016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/782595681386426016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/782595681386426016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-post-completamente-sem-nexo.html' title='Um post completamente sem nexo!!!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f056dXfh6mA/TfVz8WSmXqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/GBGYq7LQpvQ/s72-c/247081_204918722879794_191850820853251_496267_5019987_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7903040022710742280</id><published>2011-06-10T21:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:24:22.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tBcH3GFMZU/TfKmoaZ_RiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bWDfASZNP68/s1600/tumblr_lmio7tCgaD1qkdut1o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tBcH3GFMZU/TfKmoaZ_RiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bWDfASZNP68/s400/tumblr_lmio7tCgaD1qkdut1o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616734898497734178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem aqueles dias em que tão facilmente me fazes sorrir, mas depois existem aqueles dias em que realmente preciso do teu sorriso e não estás presente...:(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7903040022710742280?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7903040022710742280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7903040022710742280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7903040022710742280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7903040022710742280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-me-smile.html' title='Make me smile'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tBcH3GFMZU/TfKmoaZ_RiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bWDfASZNP68/s72-c/tumblr_lmio7tCgaD1qkdut1o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1885924846675767693</id><published>2011-06-08T14:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:30:41.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prioridade nº 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(confirmação do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:x-large;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Estágio!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prioridade nº 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Exames..:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prioridade nº 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mini Férias em Braga...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1885924846675767693?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1885924846675767693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1885924846675767693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1885924846675767693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1885924846675767693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/prioridade-n-1.html' title='Prioridade nº 1'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3439481917495773551</id><published>2011-06-05T17:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:25:33.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_QWSVZjY3Y/Teu7xIw2EaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Eltj47yMD_E/s1600/tumblr_limsyvKdCl1qckzpmo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_QWSVZjY3Y/Teu7xIw2EaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Eltj47yMD_E/s400/tumblr_limsyvKdCl1qckzpmo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614787813287793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas estão diferentes... Tu estás mais distante... Eu mais assustada... Ainda assim cada vez que metes conversa comigo, o meu coração acelera, acelera de tal forma que penso que ficaria maluca se não o tivesses feito. E tenho medo, tenho medo de voltar a sentir aquilo que apenas senti uma vez e que no final me deixou inconsolável, até pode ser o sentimento mais maravilhoso do mundo, mas apenas se for correspondido, o que não aconteceu da primeira vez que me deixei levar por ele, se voltar a deixar-me levar vou voltar a sair magoada, pois a certeza de não ser retribuída é bastante óbvia. A minha cabeça está um turbilhão e neste momento as minhas prioridades são outras, acho que era capaz de dar qualquer coisa para não teres aparecido na minha vida...:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3439481917495773551?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3439481917495773551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3439481917495773551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3439481917495773551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3439481917495773551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_05.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_QWSVZjY3Y/Teu7xIw2EaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Eltj47yMD_E/s72-c/tumblr_limsyvKdCl1qckzpmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3518872635462189394</id><published>2011-06-01T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:15:58.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ao0TqizPKYk/Tea6EdvLFYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/mUP_Iox4chk/s1600/190443_192618154109851_191850820853251_426279_1630625_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-ao0TqizPKYk/Tea6EdvLFYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/mUP_Iox4chk/s400/190443_192618154109851_191850820853251_426279_1630625_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613378571428631938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3518872635462189394?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3518872635462189394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3518872635462189394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3518872635462189394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3518872635462189394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ao0TqizPKYk/Tea6EdvLFYI/AAAAAAAAAzA/mUP_Iox4chk/s72-c/190443_192618154109851_191850820853251_426279_1630625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-443608636078928946</id><published>2011-05-26T13:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T13:18:33.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou estar sem Internet até à próxima quarta-feira, ou seja vou andar desaparecida...:(&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até lá, beijinhos e abraços*&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/7039166796014889527-443608636078928946?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/443608636078928946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=443608636078928946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/443608636078928946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/443608636078928946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-estar-sem-internet-ate-proxima.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8575591176404257381</id><published>2011-05-23T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:04:16.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E é isso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Tgxd4IAv8/TdrZql7mlEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6DNeuMIcEB4/s1600/tumblr_lkuonhCh5y1qf84kuo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Tgxd4IAv8/TdrZql7mlEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6DNeuMIcEB4/s400/tumblr_lkuonhCh5y1qf84kuo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610035611603211330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8575591176404257381?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8575591176404257381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8575591176404257381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8575591176404257381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8575591176404257381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-e-isso.html' title='E é isso...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Tgxd4IAv8/TdrZql7mlEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6DNeuMIcEB4/s72-c/tumblr_lkuonhCh5y1qf84kuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7299940071039378627</id><published>2011-05-21T14:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:50:50.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9mXU_M7nc/TdhMJz_07OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_mUcI2URg1k/s1600/tumblr_lf97vnOjoJ1qe6wwio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9mXU_M7nc/TdhMJz_07OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_mUcI2URg1k/s400/tumblr_lf97vnOjoJ1qe6wwio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609317067350404322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Chorar é lindo, pois cada lágrima na face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;são palavras ditas de um sentimento calado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Pessoas que mais amamos, são as que mais magoamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;porque queremos que sejam perfeitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;e esquecemos que são apenas seres humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Nunca diga que esqueceu alguma pessoa, ou um amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Diga apenas que consegue falar neles sem chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;porque qualquer amor por mais simples que seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;será sempre inesquecível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;As lágrimas não doem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;O que dói são os motivos que as fazem caírem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Não deixe de acreditar no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;mas certifique-se de estar entregando seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;para alguém que dê valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;aos mesmos sentimentos que você dá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;manifeste suas ideias e planos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;para saber se vocês combinam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;e certifique-se de que quando estão juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;aquele abraço vale mais que qualquer palavra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Mário Quintana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7299940071039378627?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7299940071039378627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7299940071039378627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7299940071039378627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7299940071039378627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/lagrima.html' title='Lágrima...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9mXU_M7nc/TdhMJz_07OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_mUcI2URg1k/s72-c/tumblr_lf97vnOjoJ1qe6wwio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-942276219554321005</id><published>2011-05-20T21:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:24:35.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Azar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEZeYf9Ced0/Tdbb7I1iytI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6op_rRxpH_Y/s1600/tumblr_llezngpz3U1qbn6mko1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEZeYf9Ced0/Tdbb7I1iytI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6op_rRxpH_Y/s400/tumblr_llezngpz3U1qbn6mko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608912194967358162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tão bom ir passar o fim-de-semana a casa. Não é bom são as três horas de viagem, e hoje só porque o azar decidiu acordar comigo, o autocarro andou bem devagarinho porque fazia um barulho estranho, deixando-me a pensar que poderia avariar a qualquer momento... Como o autocarro não avariou, alguma coisa tinha que avariar, ora a minha mãe foi-me buscar à estação (até aqui tudo bem, tirando a prolongada viagem), depois vamos buscar a minha cunhada à terra dela e quando estamos a caminho da aldeia o carro começa a fazer um barulho, a minha mãe para o carro e este começa a fumegar, conclusão o carro avaria ali, a meio caminho de casa, comigo cheia de fome... Vir o reboque e não vir, foi mais de uma hora antes de chegar a casa... Como se já não bastasse, e como a minha tendência para conhecer tarados é impressionante, um taradinho tenta arranjar o meu numero a todo o custo, espero que não consiga, espero mesmo que não consiga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero ter um fim-de-semana bem tranquilo, que para agitação, já me vai chegar a próxima semana!! Bom fim de semana para vocês...;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-942276219554321005?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/942276219554321005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=942276219554321005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/942276219554321005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/942276219554321005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/azar.html' title='Azar...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MEZeYf9Ced0/Tdbb7I1iytI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6op_rRxpH_Y/s72-c/tumblr_llezngpz3U1qbn6mko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2170011147140309770</id><published>2011-05-17T17:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:22:57.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Explore. Sonhe. Descubra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607735394105483378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7y3ix4ZI7o/TdKtoUAK4HI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8SyalnpGFDY/s400/tumblr_lexei0VsU51qzxkdpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daqui a alguns anos você estará mais arrependido pelas coisas que não fez do que pelas que fez. Então solte suas amarras. Afaste-se do porto seguro. Agarre o vento em suas velas. Explore. Sonhe. Descubra.&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; LINE-HEIGHT: 22px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 35px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-TOP: 2pxfont-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14;" class="aut"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-size:14;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; LINE-HEIGHT: 22px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 35px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-TOP: 2pxfont-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14;" class="aut"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-size:14;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu dou por mim várias vezes a dizer que prefiro arrepender-me do que faço do que daquilo que fica por fazer... E quando me arrependo, arrependo-me tanto, que fico a pensar se devia, realmente, ter feito aquilo, às vezes é bem doloroso, mas se não o tivesse feito, nunca saberia se valeria ou não a pena... Normalmente arrepende-mo-nos de coisas que perante a sociedade estão erradas, ou simplesmente porque não ficamos bem com a nossa consciência, mas são essas acções que nos fazem crescer e aprender a lidar melhor com o que virá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 35px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-TOP: 2px" class="aut"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-size:14;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Às vezes o risco vale bem a pena, temos tanto para viver, porque haveríamos de fazer apenas aquilo que está certo? Não devemos ter medo de fazer as coisas, só porque nos podemos arrepender, até porque podemos estar a perder a melhor parte... e a melhor parte é a da descoberta, independentemente desta ser boa ou má....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 35px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-TOP: 2px" class="aut"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 22px;font-size:78%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2170011147140309770?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2170011147140309770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2170011147140309770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2170011147140309770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2170011147140309770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/explore-sonhe-descubra.html' title='Explore. Sonhe. Descubra.'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7y3ix4ZI7o/TdKtoUAK4HI/AAAAAAAAAyY/8SyalnpGFDY/s72-c/tumblr_lexei0VsU51qzxkdpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2617864699822788961</id><published>2011-05-15T15:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:33:40.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida não é fácil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPwhWpxvRr8/Tc_yPGc9YfI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Gfi24QOvadA/s1600/untitlmjhgfded.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPwhWpxvRr8/Tc_yPGc9YfI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Gfi24QOvadA/s400/untitlmjhgfded.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606966402343592434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém disse que a vida ia ser fácil... E se tivessem dito que diferença faria?! Os obstáculos estão lá igual, e nós temos de arranjar forma de os ultrapassar. Nem sempre é fácil, mas quem luta, alcança... os cobardes, esses ficam para trás, sem coragem de enfrentar os desafios que a vida lhes coloca, com medo, como se tivessem os olhos vendados... Se não tivermos coragem de enfrentar os nossos maiores receios, ninguém o fará por nós... Não importa as vezes que vamos ao chão, temos que ter força e voltar a levantar-nos, não importa se as feridas sangram, elas acabaram por se curar...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2617864699822788961?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2617864699822788961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2617864699822788961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2617864699822788961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2617864699822788961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-nao-e-facil.html' title='A vida não é fácil!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPwhWpxvRr8/Tc_yPGc9YfI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Gfi24QOvadA/s72-c/untitlmjhgfded.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6750230900474718031</id><published>2011-05-14T15:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:56:48.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvD6AaNgiI4/Tc6X9_zGd4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/DZ0BUCELDxk/s1600/tumblr_lcz2iiZGt31qct6o3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvD6AaNgiI4/Tc6X9_zGd4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/DZ0BUCELDxk/s400/tumblr_lcz2iiZGt31qct6o3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606585677476427650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Há esperanças que é loucura ter. Pois eu digo-te que se não fossem essas já eu teria desistido da vida." - José Saramago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6750230900474718031?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6750230900474718031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6750230900474718031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6750230900474718031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6750230900474718031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WvD6AaNgiI4/Tc6X9_zGd4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/DZ0BUCELDxk/s72-c/tumblr_lcz2iiZGt31qct6o3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7017519937395145633</id><published>2011-05-11T21:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:29:53.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUhjcC6tlWU/Tc14johXnII/AAAAAAAAAx8/v5w_UGYVmIg/s1600/together%2Byoung.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUhjcC6tlWU/Tc14johXnII/AAAAAAAAAx8/v5w_UGYVmIg/s400/together%2Byoung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606269664714267778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Não havíamos marcado hora, não havíamos marcado lugar. E, na infinita possibilidade de lugares, na infinita possibilidade de tempos, nossos tempos e nossos lugares coincidiram. E deu-se o encontro." - Rubem Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Há coisas que não devemos forçar, elas simplesmente acontecem... e quando acontecem, é de uma forma mais genuína e verdadeira, porque esses momentos simplesmente tinham que acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7017519937395145633?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7017519937395145633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7017519937395145633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7017519937395145633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7017519937395145633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-encontro.html' title='O encontro'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUhjcC6tlWU/Tc14johXnII/AAAAAAAAAx8/v5w_UGYVmIg/s72-c/together%2Byoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6332702626858083763</id><published>2011-05-11T14:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:35:05.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinho*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPY43lIIn30/TcqMHzzfrmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/l5MSJ28Yo_c/s1600/selo%2Bevidentespensamentos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPY43lIIn30/TcqMHzzfrmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/l5MSJ28Yo_c/s400/selo%2Bevidentespensamentos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605446752009170530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Algumas regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "   &gt;1- Qual lugar você mais se sente bem em estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "   &gt;Lugares ao ar livre, sem dúvida, no entanto, nem sempre é importante o lugar e sim quem lá está connosco...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "   &gt;2- Que sensação te toma,quando está em contato com a divina natureza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"   &gt;Uma sensação de liberdade, em que dá para acreditar que tudo é possível..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;3- 3 Pessoas que tem o cheiro de Flor pra ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"   &gt;Humm, esta é dificil, não vou dizer nomes, mas todas aquelas pessoas que realmente importam na minha vida e me fazem ver as coisas de uma maneira diferente e especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;4- Quais blogs merecem este selinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Se eu mereci, porque é que vocês não haveriam de merecer! Oferço a todos aqueles que o quiserem levar, especialmente aqueles que me seguem..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Desde já, agradeço muito à Hellen do Blog &lt;a href="http://evidentespensamentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;'...Evidentes Pensamentos...'&lt;/a&gt;, muito obrigada por mais este selinho..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6332702626858083763?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6332702626858083763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6332702626858083763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6332702626858083763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6332702626858083763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/selinho.html' title='Selinho*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPY43lIIn30/TcqMHzzfrmI/AAAAAAAAAxs/l5MSJ28Yo_c/s72-c/selo%2Bevidentespensamentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8817444882306311933</id><published>2011-05-09T22:08:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:53:13.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKh6iPJkzNA/Tchf4xH9LgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OLc4Svw8ORU/s1600/Waiting_for_Forever_Tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604835165126602242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKh6iPJkzNA/Tchf4xH9LgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OLc4Svw8ORU/s400/Waiting_for_Forever_Tom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Querida Emma, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essas duas palavras, "querida Emma", me levam a uma outra época, quando escrevíamos cartas, depois que mamãe e papai morreram. Eu costumava contar sobre meus novos amigos e minha nova vida. E você me contava sobre como os seus pais estavam felizes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A verdade não é nada. O que você acredita ser verdade é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; E eu acreditava que ficaria com você para sempre. Para sempre. Eu levei tanto tempo para escrever para você, porque percebi que fui um tolo. Passei a minha vida toda me enganando. Toda carta que escrevia era uma carta de amor. Como poderia ser outra coisa? Agora posso ver que todas, menos esta, eram ruins. Cartas de amor ruins imploram pelo amor. Cartas de amor boas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;não pedem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Esta, tenho o prazer de anunciar, é a minha primeira carta de amor boa para você. Porque não nada mais para você fazer. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Você já fez tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Já tenho memórias suas que durarão para sempre. Por favor, não se preocupe comigo. Eu sou "perfeitinho", de verdade. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Se eu tivesse um desejo, seria de que a sua vida desse a você o gosto da alegria que você me deu. Que você sinta o que é amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do seu eterno amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Parte do filme "Waiting for forever")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8817444882306311933?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8817444882306311933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8817444882306311933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8817444882306311933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8817444882306311933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting-for-forever.html' title='Waiting For Forever'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKh6iPJkzNA/Tchf4xH9LgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/OLc4Svw8ORU/s72-c/Waiting_for_Forever_Tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3869491763124501415</id><published>2011-05-08T20:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:18:58.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the morning i'll be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMf-iMVdugU/TcbzMi0BvDI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PSk-uDyItx4/s1600/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604434183138163762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMf-iMVdugU/TcbzMi0BvDI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PSk-uDyItx4/s400/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="26" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aNzCDt2eidg" frameborder="0" width="500" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‎"Who will love you?&lt;br /&gt;Who will fight?&lt;br /&gt;Who will fall far behind?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Skinny Love*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***Birdy***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquanto à pessoas que entram na nossa vida, existem outras que partem dela. É assim a natureza das coisas, uns morrem, outros nascem, uns vão, outros vêm... São coisas que não podemos controlar. No entanto podemos controlar o que fazemos em relação a isso, se essas pessoas vão e nós as quisermos recordar, isso depende de nós, manter a memória delas bem viva dentro do nosso coração... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Marta*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3869491763124501415?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3869491763124501415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3869491763124501415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3869491763124501415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3869491763124501415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-morning-ill-be-with-you.html' title='In the morning i&apos;ll be with you'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMf-iMVdugU/TcbzMi0BvDI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PSk-uDyItx4/s72-c/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4558852757584368537</id><published>2011-05-07T12:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:19:51.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdidos um do outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecXa54ThosY/TcU5nCHlzmI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BAiXYs0SXko/s1600/62091_1192283743740_1727800532_405470_5854206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603948654078840418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecXa54ThosY/TcU5nCHlzmI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BAiXYs0SXko/s400/62091_1192283743740_1727800532_405470_5854206_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão mais simples dizer que conhecer-te foi das melhores coisas que me aconteceu, ou talvez dizer que aquele breve instante bastou para saber que eras especial e que a minha vida mudou porque tu apareces-te. Mas não! Eras um estranho e continuas-te a sê-lo, a minha vida não mudou, não eras especial e não tinhas sido a melhor coisa que me aconteceu, foi apenas mais um momento passado numa noite que me marcou de forma positiva. E só porque o momento ficou registado é que tu voltas-te a aparecer na minha vida, mas ainda assim a minha vida não mudou, não eras especial, e não eras a melhor coisa que me tinha acontecido! Foi então que fizeste algo que eu à muito não deixava ninguém fazer (uma coisa sem sentido) e o rumo desta história mudou... A partir do momento em que trocamos de número e eu recebia uma mensagem tua, eu sorria, um sorriso que à muito eu não fazia, um sorriso que me deixava os olhos a brilhar, que me fazia querer receber mensagens tuas a toda a hora... Não falávamos pessoalmente, mas o que era dito, era dito como se desde sempre nos conhecêssemos, era estranho, mas ao mesmo tempo tão natural. Com as nossas conversas veio a vontade de querer ter-te comigo, de te ter perto de mim! E então a minha vida começou a mudar, tu tornaste-te especial e acabaste por ser das melhores coisas que me aconteceu... Hoje continuas longe, e é difícil dizer se um dia, realmente, nos voltaremos a encontrar. Estamos perdidos um do outro, eu sem saber o que tu sentes, e se não serei apenas mais uma na tua vida, e tu sem saberes o quanto mudas-te a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4558852757584368537?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/4558852757584368537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=4558852757584368537&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4558852757584368537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4558852757584368537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/perdidos-um-do-outro.html' title='Perdidos um do outro'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecXa54ThosY/TcU5nCHlzmI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BAiXYs0SXko/s72-c/62091_1192283743740_1727800532_405470_5854206_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6620960359738320296</id><published>2011-05-06T20:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:20:56.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>falta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnXZkeg6KM4/TcRMhtCKrkI/AAAAAAAAAwk/f1mLldhBdgY/s1600/tumblr_lc7vbaCjaT1qe6cejo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603687978263817794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnXZkeg6KM4/TcRMhtCKrkI/AAAAAAAAAwk/f1mLldhBdgY/s400/tumblr_lc7vbaCjaT1qe6cejo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Às vezes falta alguém que nos entenda, que perceba o porque, que nos dê um abraço e nos conforte, porque naquele momento é simplesmente isso de que precisamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Marta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6620960359738320296?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6620960359738320296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=6620960359738320296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6620960359738320296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/6620960359738320296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/falta.html' title='falta...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnXZkeg6KM4/TcRMhtCKrkI/AAAAAAAAAwk/f1mLldhBdgY/s72-c/tumblr_lc7vbaCjaT1qe6cejo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-777578132826442000</id><published>2011-05-06T11:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:41:37.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSibmKF5DJ0/TcPQV9rrnxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JsO-8IyTlwU/s1600/tumblr_l9h93tcuyr1qb1skao1_500_large1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-wSibmKF5DJ0/TcPQV9rrnxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JsO-8IyTlwU/s400/tumblr_l9h93tcuyr1qb1skao1_500_large1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603551437132635922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta semana foi cheia de coisas estranhas, momentos parvos, brincadeiras indecentes, aulas, fotografias improprias, conferencias, jantares, álcool, pessoas estranhas e pouco inocentes, ressaca de quinta-feira, falhas de memoria.... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Resultado: Sexta-feira passada em casa e na cama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se deveria ter sido uma semana de regresso à normalidade das aulas e trabalho e blá blá blá? Sim devia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-777578132826442000?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/777578132826442000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=777578132826442000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/777578132826442000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/777578132826442000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/semana.html' title='Semana'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSibmKF5DJ0/TcPQV9rrnxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JsO-8IyTlwU/s72-c/tumblr_l9h93tcuyr1qb1skao1_500_large1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2349326082947932346</id><published>2011-05-01T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:36:14.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZhB30Ge6m8/Tb1TkZNauBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q9qMG0DtXn0/s1600/tumblr_lhlw95nqst1qhauvbo1_500_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZhB30Ge6m8/Tb1TkZNauBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q9qMG0DtXn0/s400/tumblr_lhlw95nqst1qhauvbo1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601725396226324498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um feliz dia da mãe para todas as mães...:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2349326082947932346?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2349326082947932346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2349326082947932346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2349326082947932346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2349326082947932346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-da-mae.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZhB30Ge6m8/Tb1TkZNauBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q9qMG0DtXn0/s72-c/tumblr_lhlw95nqst1qhauvbo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-332059200605998779</id><published>2011-04-30T18:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:40:44.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drkY8wxxrDk/TbxQaDQB-9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/eMFDtM97PC0/s1600/tumblr_lbbzn8l9Fb1qci1qjo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601440445021420498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drkY8wxxrDk/TbxQaDQB-9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/eMFDtM97PC0/s400/tumblr_lbbzn8l9Fb1qci1qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 16px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Running around leaving scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Collecting a jar of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Don't come back at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 3px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:78%;"&gt;*Christina Perry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-332059200605998779?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/332059200605998779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=332059200605998779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/332059200605998779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/332059200605998779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar of Hearts'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drkY8wxxrDk/TbxQaDQB-9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/eMFDtM97PC0/s72-c/tumblr_lbbzn8l9Fb1qci1qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8467433774397279913</id><published>2011-04-29T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:55:41.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"You said no flowers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--npuNRxkxxw/TbqZDPLYVlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vb8SzuNKMoo/s1600/190463_191917667513233_191850820853251_422387_6641422_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--npuNRxkxxw/TbqZDPLYVlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vb8SzuNKMoo/s400/190463_191917667513233_191850820853251_422387_6641422_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600957367481554514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8467433774397279913?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8467433774397279913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8467433774397279913&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8467433774397279913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8467433774397279913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-said-no-flowers.html' title='&quot;You said no flowers&quot;'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--npuNRxkxxw/TbqZDPLYVlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vb8SzuNKMoo/s72-c/190463_191917667513233_191850820853251_422387_6641422_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5901667165916346193</id><published>2011-04-27T20:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:31:15.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EgBKoIhBIk/Tbh29HuSrKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NmGdM3Tp0pA/s1600/tumblr_kur9519sR11qzjc2zo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EgBKoIhBIk/Tbh29HuSrKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NmGdM3Tp0pA/s400/tumblr_kur9519sR11qzjc2zo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600356929052519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres dizer Sim, fá-lo de livre e espontânea vontade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres dizer Não, não receies, apenas diz, eu aceito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres Abraçar, não hesites, à muito que eu espero esse abraço!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres Beijar, lembra-te que eu vou poder querer mais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres Amar, não duvides do meu amor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres na tua Vida, faz-me acreditar que vale a pena!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se um dia me quiseres dizer Adeus, eu vou ficar à espera de um novo Olá!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5901667165916346193?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5901667165916346193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5901667165916346193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5901667165916346193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5901667165916346193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-um-dia.html' title='Se um dia...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EgBKoIhBIk/Tbh29HuSrKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NmGdM3Tp0pA/s72-c/tumblr_kur9519sR11qzjc2zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2589057578628395765</id><published>2011-04-26T00:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:30:04.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQo6TEbY9FU/TbYCl7g9gsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QsZS4Jj56iA/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599666037336146626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQo6TEbY9FU/TbYCl7g9gsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QsZS4Jj56iA/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hoje só tenho isto para vos oferecer, ao som de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;-&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWakZcEGB38"&gt;Adele - Don't you remember&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;-&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;"Gave you the space so you could breathe/I kept my distance so you would be free/And hope that you find the missing piece/To bring you back to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2589057578628395765?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2589057578628395765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2589057578628395765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2589057578628395765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2589057578628395765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-so-tenho-isto-para-vos-oferecer-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQo6TEbY9FU/TbYCl7g9gsI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QsZS4Jj56iA/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8726248259114018354</id><published>2011-04-23T00:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:27:33.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um miminho de Páscoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I45Yf7DqUgU/TbIOFiZExGI/AAAAAAAAAvE/CFjCzNqhWSo/s1600/selo%2Bde%2BPASCOA%2BEVIDENTES.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I45Yf7DqUgU/TbIOFiZExGI/AAAAAAAAAvE/CFjCzNqhWSo/s400/selo%2Bde%2BPASCOA%2BEVIDENTES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598552775069058146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;... vindo directamente do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://evidentespensamentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;...Evidentes Pensamentos...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, a quem agradeço muito... e aproveito a dica e desejo a todos uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...Santa e Feliz Páscoa...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8726248259114018354?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8726248259114018354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8726248259114018354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8726248259114018354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8726248259114018354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-miminho-de-pascoa.html' title='Um miminho de Páscoa...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I45Yf7DqUgU/TbIOFiZExGI/AAAAAAAAAvE/CFjCzNqhWSo/s72-c/selo%2Bde%2BPASCOA%2BEVIDENTES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4540034586199179161</id><published>2011-04-22T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:27:57.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMO3cgCnh2M/TbHkw5Oca-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/EBCnXeDuNEo/s1600/tumblr_lfwabey90p1qf3qn6o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMO3cgCnh2M/TbHkw5Oca-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/EBCnXeDuNEo/s400/tumblr_lfwabey90p1qf3qn6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598507340444494818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E a tristeza veio... exactamente quando menos esperava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Há gente mesmo invejosa...:X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4540034586199179161?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/4540034586199179161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=4540034586199179161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4540034586199179161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4540034586199179161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-tristeza-veio.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMO3cgCnh2M/TbHkw5Oca-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/EBCnXeDuNEo/s72-c/tumblr_lfwabey90p1qf3qn6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4860994808574665213</id><published>2011-04-22T16:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:57:50.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW9TfbQ9xMM/TbGk-dZIfWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/5ZyInsmjC8g/s1600/217264_203055839735344_100000927897563_533937_1129363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598437204747124066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW9TfbQ9xMM/TbGk-dZIfWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/5ZyInsmjC8g/s400/217264_203055839735344_100000927897563_533937_1129363_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neste preciso momento sinto-me alegre, a sério, sinto-me bem, como já algum tempo não me sentia, como uma libertação (mesmo com este tempo chuvoso, e deprimente).... como se de repente todas as coisas más tivessem desaparecido, e me sentisse livre para levantar voo.. como é possível que um estranho nos faça sentir desta forma?&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pena que quando menos esperar esta felicidade desaparece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4860994808574665213?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/4860994808574665213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=4860994808574665213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4860994808574665213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/4860994808574665213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/neste-preciso-momento-sinto-me-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW9TfbQ9xMM/TbGk-dZIfWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/5ZyInsmjC8g/s72-c/217264_203055839735344_100000927897563_533937_1129363_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8724583243323009424</id><published>2011-04-21T15:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:19:15.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ousadia*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n75V3h_8tx4/TbA73Zf0eqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ag4OwcDYgd8/s1600/tumblr_kuhhc9tt911qzhvdzo1_5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598040159744719522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n75V3h_8tx4/TbA73Zf0eqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ag4OwcDYgd8/s400/tumblr_kuhhc9tt911qzhvdzo1_5001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evitar o perigo não é, a longo prazo, tão seguro quanto se expor ao perigo. A vida é uma aventura ousada ou, então, não é nada. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Helen Keller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8724583243323009424?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8724583243323009424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8724583243323009424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8724583243323009424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8724583243323009424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ousadia.html' title='Ousadia*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n75V3h_8tx4/TbA73Zf0eqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ag4OwcDYgd8/s72-c/tumblr_kuhhc9tt911qzhvdzo1_5001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-337375081832202716</id><published>2011-04-20T16:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:47.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuocfrsGVDk/Ta8BtAmHBYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/6H5u1Q8kshY/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597694734610400642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuocfrsGVDk/Ta8BtAmHBYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/6H5u1Q8kshY/s400/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Isto é o que uma pessoa faz quando tem um brinquedo novo, neste caso um novo editor de imagem..:) E eu adoro, adoro, adoro descobrir as funcionalidades deste novos programas, que mesmo que não sejam novos nem conhecidos, são novos para mim e eu não os conhecia...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-337375081832202716?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/337375081832202716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=337375081832202716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/337375081832202716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/337375081832202716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuocfrsGVDk/Ta8BtAmHBYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/6H5u1Q8kshY/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5939997259040751935</id><published>2011-04-19T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:25:46.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorri...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrENmpTFqxc/Ta4LjunJATI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YH-f3CGW6hA/s1600/tumblr_lfnqdrupEk1qeuk5fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597424095303631154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrENmpTFqxc/Ta4LjunJATI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YH-f3CGW6hA/s400/tumblr_lfnqdrupEk1qeuk5fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorri... afinal se sorrires os outros vão sorrir contigo e se todos sorrirmos, por momentos vai parecer que está tudo bem, não há problemas nem stresses &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não há FMI)&lt;/span&gt;, não há nada mais do que um sorriso que fez sorrir e que por momentos, nem que por breves instantes, fez alguém esquecer o que se esconde atrás daquele sorriso... não largues nunca o sorriso, pois depois voltas à vida real e a vida real não te deixa sorrir tão facilmente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas sorri...:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5939997259040751935?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5939997259040751935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5939997259040751935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5939997259040751935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5939997259040751935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorri.html' title='Sorri...:)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrENmpTFqxc/Ta4LjunJATI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YH-f3CGW6hA/s72-c/tumblr_lfnqdrupEk1qeuk5fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8784428706043598136</id><published>2011-04-18T22:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:56:06.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39URfmwm9w4/TayxoSrFwjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ag3dwOu70Hc/s1600/tumblr_l6vd7hcwtL1qd3in8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597043742680138290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39URfmwm9w4/TayxoSrFwjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ag3dwOu70Hc/s400/tumblr_l6vd7hcwtL1qd3in8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela diz que eu fui um caso muito sério / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu só sei que há nisso algo de anormal / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Havia um tempo, um olhar, / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sorriso, um começo / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas agora tudo perdeu seu brilho / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na minha vida só houve um abraço como o teu / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sonho, um livro, uma aventura sem igual / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É linda, linda / &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta balada que te dou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkUwVqvH9Lw"&gt;*Esta balada que te dou - Marcelo Costa*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jkUwVqvH9Lw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Original de Armando Gama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8784428706043598136?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8784428706043598136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8784428706043598136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8784428706043598136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8784428706043598136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ela-diz-que-eu-fui-um-caso-muito-serio.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39URfmwm9w4/TayxoSrFwjI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ag3dwOu70Hc/s72-c/tumblr_l6vd7hcwtL1qd3in8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8123146052016885892</id><published>2011-04-17T20:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:53:28.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yg0UCUjZO4/TatIiYOupMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/D-0nJb_-WJc/s1600/tumblr_lha1h9hcNn1qbzi7xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596646717394953410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yg0UCUjZO4/TatIiYOupMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/D-0nJb_-WJc/s400/tumblr_lha1h9hcNn1qbzi7xo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Trinta e um anos com a mãe haviam-lhe ensinado que dar ouvidos ao costumeiro monólogo do &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;ninguém faz nada da maneira certa, à minha maneira&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; era o caminhomais curto para um hospital psiquiátrico a não ser que se aprendesse a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;desligar&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Em especial quando o monólogo se destinava a mostrar-nos que somos uma desleixada dona de casa/ estudante/ condutora e que o nosso pobre marido não tardará a tombar morto contaminado por salmonela se não começarmos de imediato a fever os panos da cozinha e a roupa interior dele."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;**&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém como tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cathy Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes ponho-me a pensar se chegarei aos 30 anos nesta mesma situação, é estranho, mas a verdade é que quando as pessoas acham que a maneira delas é a única certa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;dizer que estamos em grandes sarilhos, a minha mãe muitas das vezes é assim, a sua maneira é que é a certa dificilmente alguém consegue faze-la mudar de ideias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8123146052016885892?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8123146052016885892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8123146052016885892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8123146052016885892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8123146052016885892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/trinta-e-um-anos-com-mae-haviam-lhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yg0UCUjZO4/TatIiYOupMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/D-0nJb_-WJc/s72-c/tumblr_lha1h9hcNn1qbzi7xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8985576729559340428</id><published>2011-04-16T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:17:00.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDVn96FbvFg/TaoT_aiE5MI/AAAAAAAAAs8/D5rUXNspu3k/s1600/tumblr_lgdkusYsax1qeto68o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596307467136197826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDVn96FbvFg/TaoT_aiE5MI/AAAAAAAAAs8/D5rUXNspu3k/s400/tumblr_lgdkusYsax1qeto68o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***"Você acha que é forte,porque vê seu ex namorado com outra e consegue não chorar? Você acha que é forte porque nenhum dos seus amigos entende as suas neuras? Você acha que é forte porque não desiste de um garoto, mesmo que ele nem saiba da sua existencia? Você acha que é forte porque seu coração foi partido? Então eu vou te dizer o que é ser forte. Ser forte é ter câncer e viver lutando pra mais um dia de vida, é estar morrendo num corredor de hospital esperando numa fila que parece nunca ter fim, ser forte é ver seu filho com fome chorando pedindo por comida e não poder alimenta-lo, ser forte é perder toda a sua familia numa enchente e ter que enfrentar o mundo sozinho, ser forte é viver na rua, sem comida, agua sem esperança, ser forte é ser criticado, ofendido, so por causa da cor da sua pele, ser forte é viver nesse mundo onde ninguem percebe a dor da pessoa que esta ao seu lado."***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;*(O meu diário quase secreto)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8985576729559340428?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8985576729559340428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8985576729559340428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8985576729559340428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8985576729559340428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-strong.html' title='Be strong'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDVn96FbvFg/TaoT_aiE5MI/AAAAAAAAAs8/D5rUXNspu3k/s72-c/tumblr_lgdkusYsax1qeto68o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3497041809719015469</id><published>2011-04-15T23:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T17:31:03.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semanas loucas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jd7brGI3HA/TajNdHIR0yI/AAAAAAAAAs0/CSYNv_YiT18/s1600/tumblr_laiak7Lz4Y1qarn77o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595948437021512482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jd7brGI3HA/TajNdHIR0yI/AAAAAAAAAs0/CSYNv_YiT18/s400/tumblr_laiak7Lz4Y1qarn77o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Loucas, assim foram as duas últimas semanas!! Loucas, completamente loucas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;A semana académica foi tão boa que compensou todo o cansaço. As noites foram longas e divertidas, e tive a enorme sorte de em VR ter conhecido pessoas incriveis. Foram momentos bons que estaram sempre guardados cá dentro &amp;lt;3!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Um obrigada por tudo aqueles que partilharam isto comigo, é sempre mais especial, quando as pessoas de quem gostamos estão connosco..:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3497041809719015469?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3497041809719015469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3497041809719015469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3497041809719015469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3497041809719015469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/semanas-loucas.html' title='Semanas loucas...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jd7brGI3HA/TajNdHIR0yI/AAAAAAAAAs0/CSYNv_YiT18/s72-c/tumblr_laiak7Lz4Y1qarn77o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2825801564437261724</id><published>2011-04-09T14:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:30:32.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwrO3wvhrRA/TaBeR-bmzdI/AAAAAAAAAss/A3uq0CPI3lk/s1600/tumblr_le3meqEDqP1qf7uqao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593574400103730642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwrO3wvhrRA/TaBeR-bmzdI/AAAAAAAAAss/A3uq0CPI3lk/s400/tumblr_le3meqEDqP1qf7uqao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos são pedaços da nossa vida, dos pedaços mais importantes da nossa mera existência... São tão importantes que hoje é dificil encontra-los, daqueles amigos bons e verdadeiros, que nós sabemos que serão para a vida inteira, estes não se encontram em qualquer lado e é preciso procura-los bem. Eu até poderia dizer que tenho imensos amigos, na teoria talvez tenha (e no facebook), mas na prática são muito, mas muito poucos aqueles que estão quando fazem realmente falta.. não apenas nos bons, mas também nos maus momentos. É que nós temos aqueles amigos com cola super3, temos os amigos invejosos e intriguistas, aqueles amigos que se lembram apenas quando precisam, aqueles que são penetra, aqueles que dizem ser grandes amigos e depois f*dem nas costas (os falsos amigos), aqueles que acham que podem comandar a nossa vida fazendo de nós suas marionetas... de facto "amigos" é o que não nos falta... Com tantos amigos destes fica dificil encontrar um Amigo.. Não importa se temos a nosso lado apena um bom e grande Amigo, mas se apenas esse Amigo está lá, então não precisam de mais ninguém, porque 'mais vale poucos e bons, que muitos e ruins' e além disso aquele estará sempre lá!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2825801564437261724?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2825801564437261724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2825801564437261724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2825801564437261724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2825801564437261724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/friends.html' title='Friends*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwrO3wvhrRA/TaBeR-bmzdI/AAAAAAAAAss/A3uq0CPI3lk/s72-c/tumblr_le3meqEDqP1qf7uqao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-666544467044929913</id><published>2011-04-07T16:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:05:29.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH7ppWQPk7I/TZ3fLGwYdvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FPWcGng3xis/s1600/tumblr_lb8gzxn9Au1qdag2xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592871694149121778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH7ppWQPk7I/TZ3fLGwYdvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FPWcGng3xis/s400/tumblr_lb8gzxn9Au1qdag2xo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acreditar que é possível recomeçar é muito confortante, mesmo depois de um passado duro e cheio de arrependimentos. Talvez ainda reste alguma esperança para nós, porque há pessoas que simplesmente não deveriam desaparecer da nossa vida, e tu foste importante, à tua maneira, mas importante! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Espero que não seja mais nehuma partida do destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-666544467044929913?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/666544467044929913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=666544467044929913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/666544467044929913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/666544467044929913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope.html' title='Hope*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH7ppWQPk7I/TZ3fLGwYdvI/AAAAAAAAAsk/FPWcGng3xis/s72-c/tumblr_lb8gzxn9Au1qdag2xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1840872155364588800</id><published>2011-04-05T20:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:24:07.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Académica*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMEk9gKZcJg/TZtrtdK85KI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UF07ECeZf8g/s1600/tumblr_lf6r3hn59W1qd0rhso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592181790979450018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMEk9gKZcJg/TZtrtdK85KI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UF07ECeZf8g/s400/tumblr_lf6r3hn59W1qd0rhso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começa hoje a Semana Académica, o que significa que na próxima semana vou estar ausente (se conseguir dou cá um saltinho). Vai ser uma semana cansativa, não tanto como o ano passado, mas ainda assim cansativa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na prática é como se tivesse começado ontem à noite (E que Noite!!), mas enquanto ontem nos cansamos de caminhar, a partir da noite de hoje cansamo-nos porque a "party" vai ser "all night long"...:D, não apenas esta noite, mas todas as noites a partir de hoje até à próxima terça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até lá, divirtam-se...;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1840872155364588800?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1840872155364588800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1840872155364588800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1840872155364588800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1840872155364588800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/semana-academica.html' title='Semana Académica*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMEk9gKZcJg/TZtrtdK85KI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UF07ECeZf8g/s72-c/tumblr_lf6r3hn59W1qd0rhso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8811620555835949407</id><published>2011-04-03T16:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:16:43.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMSVPXLYa0o/TZic61T4I0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/y5JJQ57aNec/s1600/tumblr_ld2c1moFu21qdq2qto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391471937266498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMSVPXLYa0o/TZic61T4I0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/y5JJQ57aNec/s400/tumblr_ld2c1moFu21qdq2qto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;O fim de semana está mesmo, mesmo a acabar, e temo que acabe com uma enorme dor de costas para mim...:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;É verdade, o regresso ao norte vai ser complicado, já que vou ter que carregar a mala, que este fim de semana leva um peso extra (um grande peso, diga-se de passagem). Levar na mala da roupa mais uma coisa que pese para aí uns 15/20 kg não é nada animador se pensar que tenho uma grande subida até chegar ao prédio. Felizmente inventaram a mala com rodinhas, mas ainda assim estou bastante preocupada, as pessoas com toda a certeza vão pensar que sou uma maluca consumista, com uma mala enorme tão cheia como se o meu guarda-fatos fosse a coisa mais importante do mundo, o que essas pessoas não sabem é que dentro da mala vai um peça para uma fonte feita de cimento que tenho que entregar a um senhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensado de forma positiva, estou a fazer uma boa acção...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8811620555835949407?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8811620555835949407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8811620555835949407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8811620555835949407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8811620555835949407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-fim-de-semana-esta-mesmo-mesmo-acabar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMSVPXLYa0o/TZic61T4I0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/y5JJQ57aNec/s72-c/tumblr_ld2c1moFu21qdq2qto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8783945483198684061</id><published>2011-04-01T21:56:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:13:35.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well maybe I'm just dreaming out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqjjeA2WURU/TZZLTjITLqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yaZEAdiKxUU/s1600/tumblr_lb10wcBZyG1qdnlnxo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590738786646699682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqjjeA2WURU/TZZLTjITLqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yaZEAdiKxUU/s400/tumblr_lb10wcBZyG1qdnlnxo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Come home / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Come home / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cause I've been waiting for you / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;For so long / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;For so long / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And right now there's a war between the vanities / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;But all I see is you and me / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And the fight for you is all I've ever known / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;So come home" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8unFeXlvx-k"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Republic feat Sara Bareilles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="26" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8unFeXlvx-k" frameborder="0" width="35"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E foi assim a semana toda, a ouvir esta música, desde que fiquei sem net...:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;No ouvido andou também uma outra música, esta de Colbie Caillat - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0oyglKjbFQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8783945483198684061?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8783945483198684061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8783945483198684061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8783945483198684061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8783945483198684061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-maybe-im-just-dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Well maybe I&apos;m just dreaming out loud'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqjjeA2WURU/TZZLTjITLqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yaZEAdiKxUU/s72-c/tumblr_lb10wcBZyG1qdnlnxo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5502132409432128311</id><published>2011-03-29T16:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:55:30.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589530654827250290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwJH-K7x1yk/TZIAhBYignI/AAAAAAAAArU/aLoGQyibvYg/s400/206081aa78ef881e_tumblr_l0aquvzzdM1qap5y7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou sem net...:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volto na sexta, com o fim-de-semana às costas..;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5502132409432128311?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5502132409432128311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5502132409432128311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5502132409432128311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5502132409432128311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-sem-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwJH-K7x1yk/TZIAhBYignI/AAAAAAAAArU/aLoGQyibvYg/s72-c/206081aa78ef881e_tumblr_l0aquvzzdM1qap5y7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7346254354968361463</id><published>2011-03-28T00:46:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:30:40.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588921191568693170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5b8qHd4F3s/TY_WNl0a17I/AAAAAAAAArM/j28DbfWUUi4/s400/tumblr_l44y0aMoht1qzvhmpo1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Queria não ter de não pensar em NADA durante um tempo... o que é completamente impossível, já que na minha cabeça existem demasiadas coisas a quererem sobrepor-se ao mesmo tempo... Mas se pudesse apenas não pensar em nada... isso seria genial... não pensar no que vai acontecer durante o dia, não pensar no que tenho para fazer, não pensar no que já passou e já não tem remédio, não pensar em pessoas, não pensar em coisas... apenas não pensar... não haver nada... apenas uma enorme paz de espírito, de quem não quer saber de nada para além de absolutamente NADA!!! É estar de pés assentes na terra e o espírito livre em lado nenhum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apenas nada em lugar nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(seria prefeito por pouco tempo que durasse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7346254354968361463?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7346254354968361463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7346254354968361463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7346254354968361463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7346254354968361463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/nada.html' title='Nada!'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5b8qHd4F3s/TY_WNl0a17I/AAAAAAAAArM/j28DbfWUUi4/s72-c/tumblr_l44y0aMoht1qzvhmpo1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1645028654256668276</id><published>2011-03-25T00:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:40:37.035Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcGXGBVzAwI/TYvkbj2K37I/AAAAAAAAAq8/peA5abeJdgM/s1600/tumblr_lemmww969T1qbs5fzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587810924813279154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcGXGBVzAwI/TYvkbj2K37I/AAAAAAAAAq8/peA5abeJdgM/s320/tumblr_lemmww969T1qbs5fzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm Sick!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1645028654256668276?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1645028654256668276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1645028654256668276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1645028654256668276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1645028654256668276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcGXGBVzAwI/TYvkbj2K37I/AAAAAAAAAq8/peA5abeJdgM/s72-c/tumblr_lemmww969T1qbs5fzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-4275585604186315581</id><published>2011-03-23T14:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:08:41.197Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eis uma pequenina parte da frequencia de amanhã:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fte7GkOpgZc/TYoKPolOpRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/To5hFEc9Yjc/s1600/SAM_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587289551414404370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fte7GkOpgZc/TYoKPolOpRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/To5hFEc9Yjc/s320/SAM_0472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é Principios de Contabilidade e Finanças, se acham que parece assim tão fácil e divertido estão à vontade para me fazerem a frequência de amanhã..^^&lt;br /&gt;São demasiadas contas e é bastante confuso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, tirei 6,1 na frequência de Economia, o que é absolutamente fantástico, já que me correu muito bem e eu tinha a certeza de que iria tirar positiva, mas o melhor foi eu ter dito ao professor que era estranho eu ter aquela nota, que não podia estar bem, e ele rir-se na minha cara!!&lt;br /&gt;O meu professor de Contabilidade é o mesmo de Economia, por isso vejam o que me espera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-4275585604186315581?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fte7GkOpgZc/TYoKPolOpRI/AAAAAAAAAq0/To5hFEc9Yjc/s72-c/SAM_0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-6278569398079449395</id><published>2011-03-17T19:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:21:09.883Z</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="440" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XyQglcwtw6E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Falling a thousand feet per second&lt;br /&gt;You still take me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;I just know we can't be over&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making every kind of silence&lt;br /&gt;Takes a lot to realize&lt;br /&gt;It's worse to finish than to start all over&lt;br /&gt;And never let it lie&lt;br /&gt;And as long as I can feel you holding on&lt;br /&gt;I won't fall&lt;br /&gt;Even if you said I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Coz that's what I said&lt;br /&gt;I would do from the start&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alive if I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;So please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said&lt;br /&gt;Or just my personality"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hedley*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-6278569398079449395?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/6278569398079449395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2487038164151769824</id><published>2011-03-12T16:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:46:00.048Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai, como eu gostava de nunca ter que passar o fim-de-semana nesta cidadezinha deprimente, mas de 15 em 15 dias cá fico eu...:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nestas alturas eu gostava de ser rica!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-481850763398360459</id><published>2011-03-11T21:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:39:42.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSsWA0SJc-E/TXqWWp5ekdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xKfLY6CN6L4/s1600/tumblr_ldcd5c8ROK1qetidro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582940004027371986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSsWA0SJc-E/TXqWWp5ekdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xKfLY6CN6L4/s400/tumblr_ldcd5c8ROK1qetidro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Na amnésia dos últimos dias, percorro meu itinerário vagando pelos labirintos da mente. Nos espaços vazios dos territórios ulteriores mergulho, me perco. E quanto mais me perco mais me encontro livre. Na vertigem da infinidade de novos mundos conhecidos a amnésia me liberta dos preconceitos passados. A memória é paralisia. Lanço minha âncora ao vento, sem ponto de partida ou chegada. Clandestino, passageiro, minha história é o presente." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cafuncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-481850763398360459?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/481850763398360459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=481850763398360459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/481850763398360459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/481850763398360459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/na-amnesia-dos-ultimos-dias-percorro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSsWA0SJc-E/TXqWWp5ekdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xKfLY6CN6L4/s72-c/tumblr_ldcd5c8ROK1qetidro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3091411791208874735</id><published>2011-03-11T01:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:31:17.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdFQeYdRCe8/TXl7KkeqTMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hb87sXHj1J0/s1600/tumblr_lfia0iVzUQ1qbq9dbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582628634623626434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdFQeYdRCe8/TXl7KkeqTMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hb87sXHj1J0/s320/tumblr_lfia0iVzUQ1qbq9dbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A imortalidade ganha-se na relação com os outros, somos imortais nas memórias daquilo que vivemos, as lembranças não morrem connosco, sobrevivem, nos nossos filhos e família, eternizam-se os nossos amigos. Não me perguntem de que morri ou como morri, saibam apenas que vivi e fui feliz. Para a história ficam as histórias.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;*Funeral à Chuva*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3091411791208874735?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3091411791208874735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3091411791208874735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3091411791208874735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3091411791208874735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/imortalidade-ganha-se-na-relacao-com-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EdFQeYdRCe8/TXl7KkeqTMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hb87sXHj1J0/s72-c/tumblr_lfia0iVzUQ1qbq9dbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7482682594297464815</id><published>2011-03-06T21:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:35:20.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom &amp; Recomenda-se:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;****127 Horas****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TD_8mYhzCc/TXP5o4u0g-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/WE4bRU8aFPU/s1600/Nova%2Bimagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581078844061025250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TD_8mYhzCc/TXP5o4u0g-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/WE4bRU8aFPU/s320/Nova%2Bimagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(imagem que retirei do trailer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O filme conta a história real de um explorador que teve que cortar o braço (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;depois deste ter ficado preso numa pedra durante uma exploração)&lt;/span&gt; para tentar salvar a própria vida, depois de estar preso durante 127 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O filme esteve nomeado para 6 Óscares, mas apesar de não ter ganho nenhum é um filme muito bom e a história é realmente fantástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYpr-8sEkB0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Canção nomeada para o Oscar de Melhor Canção Original&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e tenho pena que não tenha levado, pelo menos, este oscar..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7482682594297464815?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7482682594297464815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7482682594297464815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7482682594297464815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7482682594297464815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/bom-recomenda-se.html' title='Bom &amp; Recomenda-se:'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TD_8mYhzCc/TXP5o4u0g-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/WE4bRU8aFPU/s72-c/Nova%2Bimagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-1011644424726779367</id><published>2011-03-06T12:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:19:32.458Z</updated><title type='text'>"Quem não ama a solidão, não ama a Liberdade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zopR_8cpDhY/TXN7g5lqn1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/691C-pvZ07o/s1600/tumblr_lemag7fQnW1qdj50jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580940168387010386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zopR_8cpDhY/TXN7g5lqn1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/691C-pvZ07o/s320/tumblr_lemag7fQnW1qdj50jo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nenhum caminho é mais errado para a felicidade do que a vida no grande mundo, às fartas e em festanças (high life), pois, quando tentamos transformar a nossa miserável existência numa sucessão de alegrias, gozos e prazeres, não conseguimos evitar a desilusão; muito menos o seu acompanhamento obrigatório, que são as mentiras recíprocas.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o nosso corpo está envolto em vestes, o nosso espírito está revestido de mentiras. Os nossos dizeres, as nossas acções, todo o nosso ser é mentiroso, e só por meio desse invólucro pode-se, por vezes, adivinhar a nossa verdadeira mentalidade, assim como pelas vestes se adivinha a figura do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais nada, toda a sociedade exige necessariamente uma acomodação mútua e uma temperatura; por conseguinte, quanto mais numerosa, tanto mais enfadonha será. Cada um só pode ser ele mesmo, inteiramente, apenas pelo tempo em que estiver sozinho. Quem, portanto, não ama a solidão, também não ama a liberdade: apenas quando se está só é que se está livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coerção é a companheira inseparável de toda a sociedade, que ainda exige sacrifícios tão mais difíceis quanto mais significativa for a própria individualidade. Dessa forma, cada um fugirá, suportará ou amará a solidão na proporção exacta do valor da sua personalidade. Pois, na solidão, o indivíduo mesquinho sente toda a sua mesquinhez, o grande espírito, toda a sua grandeza; numa palavra: cada um sente o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***Arthur Schopenhauer, in 'Aforismos para a Sabedoria de Vida'*** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-1011644424726779367?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/1011644424726779367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=1011644424726779367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1011644424726779367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/1011644424726779367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-nao-ama-solidao-nao-ama-liberdade.html' title='&quot;Quem não ama a solidão, não ama a Liberdade&quot;'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zopR_8cpDhY/TXN7g5lqn1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/691C-pvZ07o/s72-c/tumblr_lemag7fQnW1qdj50jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8326552984964653244</id><published>2011-03-06T00:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:20:10.269Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AHE2xWe3ng/TXLhLxQOJOI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3zObzenCd8Q/s1600/tumblr_lg2ju11Bbc1qe60d0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580770480581649634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AHE2xWe3ng/TXLhLxQOJOI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3zObzenCd8Q/s320/tumblr_lg2ju11Bbc1qe60d0o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será impossivel os Homem da Luta desistirem de participarem no Festival da canção..--'&lt;br /&gt;Eles são engraçados e tal... e para representarem o povo em manifestações e afins acho que são bastante apropriados, mas irem ao Festival da Canção é muito mau, é terrivel, é uma grande loucura...&lt;br /&gt;Estou bastante desiludida com esta escolha, e este ano não vou torcer por Portugal, tenho pena, mas se em tosdos estes anos estivemos mal, este ano vamos ainda mais ao fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(mas quem sabe o público espalhado pela europa até goste.. não me parece, mas quem votou neles deve ter essa esperança)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8326552984964653244?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8326552984964653244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8326552984964653244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8326552984964653244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8326552984964653244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/03/sera-impossivel-os-homem-da-luta.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AHE2xWe3ng/TXLhLxQOJOI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3zObzenCd8Q/s72-c/tumblr_lg2ju11Bbc1qe60d0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5943300661262021413</id><published>2011-02-25T23:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:38:52.280Z</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xj1GptvVh3g/TWhK-WQL1QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/zYz-92QncSY/s1600/tumblr_lc9f29KZTA1qenw7jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577790573484168450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xj1GptvVh3g/TWhK-WQL1QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/zYz-92QncSY/s320/tumblr_lc9f29KZTA1qenw7jo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"All my life I've been good, but now&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm thinking "what the hell"&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to mess around&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care about&lt;br /&gt;If you love me, if you hate me&lt;br /&gt;You can't save me, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been good, but now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, what the hell" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Avril Lavigne*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5943300661262021413?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5943300661262021413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5943300661262021413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5943300661262021413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5943300661262021413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xj1GptvVh3g/TWhK-WQL1QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/zYz-92QncSY/s72-c/tumblr_lc9f29KZTA1qenw7jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3610518778363797945</id><published>2011-02-09T22:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:25:01.847Z</updated><title type='text'>Pena Aventura Park - Uma experiência para repetir...:)</title><content type='html'>É tão bom quando surgem oportunidades destas e podemos ter um dia completamente diferente com actividades fantásticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salto Negativo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Segway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fantasticable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Percurso Médio (deste não tenho fotos..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpI8fttFi74/TVMeZGD7JdI/AAAAAAAAApM/Rwo6vBM3CLc/s1600/DSC03540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571830580460070354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpI8fttFi74/TVMeZGD7JdI/AAAAAAAAApM/Rwo6vBM3CLc/s320/DSC03540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TVMhDH-QHFI/AAAAAAAAAps/Cx0uwS5lXTU/s1600/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571833501550910546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TVMhDH-QHFI/AAAAAAAAAps/Cx0uwS5lXTU/s320/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TVMd2v0iaYI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ug5KjuZOnZQ/s1600/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571829990374402434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TVMd2v0iaYI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ug5KjuZOnZQ/s320/Nova%2Bimagem%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TVMgqAYNvAI/AAAAAAAAApk/gBEF9vx17YY/s1600/Nova%2Bimagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571833070015593474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TVMgqAYNvAI/AAAAAAAAApk/gBEF9vx17YY/s320/Nova%2Bimagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;              &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_NHgEA06KU/TVMfITVwuhI/AAAAAAAAApU/il38Q96zmjU/s1600/SAM_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571831391478397458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_NHgEA06KU/TVMfITVwuhI/AAAAAAAAApU/il38Q96zmjU/s320/SAM_0324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DLhyToW1iI/TVMftvHOGiI/AAAAAAAAApc/-Ce4-UIUqPU/s1600/SAM_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571832034588760610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DLhyToW1iI/TVMftvHOGiI/AAAAAAAAApc/-Ce4-UIUqPU/s320/SAM_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7039166796014889527-3610518778363797945?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3610518778363797945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3610518778363797945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3610518778363797945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3610518778363797945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/02/pena-aventura-park-uma-experiencia-para.html' title='Pena Aventura Park - Uma experiência para repetir...:)'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IpI8fttFi74/TVMeZGD7JdI/AAAAAAAAApM/Rwo6vBM3CLc/s72-c/DSC03540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-8789621210787042241</id><published>2011-02-06T21:53:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:29:36.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Pela Suiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8eou0repI/AAAAAAAAAo8/e0nDIa-7JNM/s1600/167650_1614433009138_1485709273_1607279_7089256_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570704949193177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8eou0repI/AAAAAAAAAo8/e0nDIa-7JNM/s320/167650_1614433009138_1485709273_1607279_7089256_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow, snow and snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8dq5IOzSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/chiHGDv7JkA/s1600/180103_1613003453400_1485709273_1604610_4485134_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570703886807649570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8dq5IOzSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/chiHGDv7JkA/s320/180103_1613003453400_1485709273_1604610_4485134_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saas Almagell - New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8ddigKKLI/AAAAAAAAAos/PSj_paAVovw/s1600/167635_1612996413224_1485709273_1604603_7237194_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570703657395693746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8ddigKKLI/AAAAAAAAAos/PSj_paAVovw/s320/167635_1612996413224_1485709273_1604603_7237194_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8cxb24HgI/AAAAAAAAAok/Pps3mdHtS7A/s1600/167355_1613003133392_1485709273_1604608_2262967_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702899697688066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8cxb24HgI/AAAAAAAAAok/Pps3mdHtS7A/s320/167355_1613003133392_1485709273_1604608_2262967_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lake House - Saas Almagell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8cO1ln4oI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ix-Sjw-tcII/s1600/164835_1613002733382_1485709273_1604606_577816_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702305309221506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8cO1ln4oI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Ix-Sjw-tcII/s320/164835_1613002733382_1485709273_1604606_577816_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8bWMdgzvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/peJFLDeii8E/s1600/SAM_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570701332196675314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8bWMdgzvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/peJFLDeii8E/s320/SAM_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saas Fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8aS1teT-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/rpPM-6oN2zw/s1600/SAM_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570700175038369762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8aS1teT-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/rpPM-6oN2zw/s320/SAM_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saas Fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8Z6ZtioPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/k41eDDLVCuc/s1600/SAM_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570699755205599474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8Z6ZtioPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/k41eDDLVCuc/s320/SAM_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tourists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E foram as possíveis férias na Suíça, onde poderia ter feito mais coisas, tirado mais fotos, (talvez) dormido menos, comido mais, passeado mais... Ficou muito por fazer, mas ficará para uma próxima e nem precisa ser no mesmo destino.....:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-8789621210787042241?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/8789621210787042241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=8789621210787042241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8789621210787042241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/8789621210787042241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/02/pela-suica.html' title='Pela Suiça...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TU8eou0repI/AAAAAAAAAo8/e0nDIa-7JNM/s72-c/167650_1614433009138_1485709273_1607279_7089256_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7231149231597438698</id><published>2011-02-04T22:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:16:07.455Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUyIciEWF5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/j7AyYq3CbX4/s1600/tumblr_lf968wVMCK1qe8uzio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569976862913206162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUyIciEWF5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/j7AyYq3CbX4/s320/tumblr_lf968wVMCK1qe8uzio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A minha vontade de falar inglês fluentemente é cada vez maior, apesar de perceber alguma coisa da lingua, gostava de começar a fala-la de forma a conseguir manter um dialogo sem que comecem a faltar-me as palavras. Com isto tenho pensado muito na hipótese de ir estudar inglês para fora, onde se fale a língua, já que isto nos obriga diariamente a tentar falar, em qualquer que seja a situação...&lt;br /&gt;O país em que tenho pensado é a Irlanda, no entanto todos sabemos que a crise não é só em Portugal, e tanto a Grécia como a Irlanda foram muito afectadas, mas será muito arriscado sair de um pais que está em crise e ir para com outro em igual situação &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ou quem sabe pior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for ainda tenho a faculdade para terminar, e como também poderá haver a possibilidade de tirar mestrado, este é um assunto para ir pensando com calma, e quem sabe daqui a um ano ou dois a situação esteja melhor....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7231149231597438698?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7231149231597438698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7231149231597438698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7231149231597438698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7231149231597438698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-vontade-de-falar-ingles.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUyIciEWF5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/j7AyYq3CbX4/s72-c/tumblr_lf968wVMCK1qe8uzio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-902398439314429142</id><published>2011-02-02T18:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:37:31.790Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569178313059018386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUmyK0CxJpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NphBuEnz9rA/s320/ColeccinBershkaotonoinvierno20092010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;**Iris-Goo Goo Dolls**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-902398439314429142?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/902398439314429142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=902398439314429142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/902398439314429142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/902398439314429142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUmyK0CxJpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NphBuEnz9rA/s72-c/ColeccinBershkaotonoinvierno20092010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-5481429226941518386</id><published>2011-02-01T22:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:50:37.802Z</updated><title type='text'>*To the stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUiQ8l9N9SI/AAAAAAAAAno/ssotejT1sYI/s1600/tumblr_lb5q54SF1H1qabn2bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568860309899048226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUiQ8l9N9SI/AAAAAAAAAno/ssotejT1sYI/s320/tumblr_lb5q54SF1H1qabn2bo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"&gt;Eu aceito a boleia...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-5481429226941518386?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/5481429226941518386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=5481429226941518386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5481429226941518386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/5481429226941518386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-aceito-boleia.html' title='*To the stars...'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUiQ8l9N9SI/AAAAAAAAAno/ssotejT1sYI/s72-c/tumblr_lb5q54SF1H1qabn2bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7731584506791813960</id><published>2011-01-31T14:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:52:38.248Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUbosFfUG9I/AAAAAAAAAng/l5HeIOyJ-rs/s1600/1159742438_orig_isabeli_pepe_sims_fw08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568393833375603666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUbosFfUG9I/AAAAAAAAAng/l5HeIOyJ-rs/s320/1159742438_orig_isabeli_pepe_sims_fw08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Último dia de Janeiro e último dia de férias....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã volta-se às aulas, para trás fica um semestre complicado e espera-se que o que vem seja bem melhor &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mas mesmo muito melhor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7731584506791813960?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7731584506791813960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7731584506791813960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7731584506791813960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7731584506791813960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/01/ultimo-dia-de-janeiro-e-ultimo-dia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TUbosFfUG9I/AAAAAAAAAng/l5HeIOyJ-rs/s72-c/1159742438_orig_isabeli_pepe_sims_fw08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-7797565823067632387</id><published>2011-01-28T13:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:47:25.396Z</updated><title type='text'>F**kin' Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TULkp9JoxTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lWuvuwOoH74/s1600/tumblr_lenz2wrP4B1qd1st1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567263498824107314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TULkp9JoxTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lWuvuwOoH74/s320/tumblr_lenz2wrP4B1qd1st1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ocDlOD1Hw9k" frameborder="0" width="350" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you're less than fucking perfect&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you're nothing you're fucking perfect, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*P!nk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-7797565823067632387?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/7797565823067632387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=7797565823067632387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7797565823067632387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/7797565823067632387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/01/fkin-perfect.html' title='F**kin&apos; Perfect'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TULkp9JoxTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lWuvuwOoH74/s72-c/tumblr_lenz2wrP4B1qd1st1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-640789661591210234</id><published>2011-01-15T21:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:33:29.298Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562523799667501570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTIN7J3WagI/AAAAAAAAAmg/a8ayFKxZdzY/s320/app_full_proxy_php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quem quer ir ver os Bon Jovi??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eles vão estar em Lisboa no Parque da Bela Vista dia 31 de Julho..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu vou..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTISZWl8xTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RfnGNZd6sso/s1600/jon-bon-jovi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562528716526765362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTISZWl8xTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RfnGNZd6sso/s320/jon-bon-jovi01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-640789661591210234?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/640789661591210234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=640789661591210234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/640789661591210234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/640789661591210234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/01/quem-quer-ir-ver-os-bon-jovi-eles-vao.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTIN7J3WagI/AAAAAAAAAmg/a8ayFKxZdzY/s72-c/app_full_proxy_php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-9174554017572746042</id><published>2011-01-14T22:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:49:35.765Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTDS3ODSw_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/d0lYkeRmNGI/s1600/every_time_i_close_my_eyes_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562177385909109746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTDS3ODSw_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/d0lYkeRmNGI/s320/every_time_i_close_my_eyes_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011 está a começar muito mal...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gastei mais dinheiro a compor o computador do que pensei.. (se este fosse o maior dos problemas estava eu bem..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tenho 3 exames para fazer, eu pensava que só ia fazer 2.. (ok, até aqui nada grave, e eu até lido bem com isto.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fui assaltada.. (isto sim, tem estragado os meus dias de cada vez que me lembro da situação)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero imaginar o resto do ano... ele que venha devagarinho e com coisas boas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-9174554017572746042?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/9174554017572746042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=9174554017572746042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/9174554017572746042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/9174554017572746042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-esta-comecar-muito-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TTDS3ODSw_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/d0lYkeRmNGI/s72-c/every_time_i_close_my_eyes_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2068505911777298286</id><published>2011-01-06T16:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:03:36.636Z</updated><title type='text'>2 aninhos*</title><content type='html'>É verdade.. fui ver o primeiro post do blog, porque sabia que o tinha criado no mes de Janeiro do ano de 2009, e dei-me conta que ontém, dia  5, este espaço fez anos...&lt;br /&gt;Já lá vão 2 anos e apesar de no ano de 2010 ter estado mais parado que no seu primeiro ano, o meu desejo para este ano é que consiga dar-lhe mais vida...:)&lt;br /&gt;Mais parado ou não, a experiencia de ter um blog é fantástica e eu aconcelho...;)&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos o que passam por cá, e um obrigado ainda maior a quem volta...;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2068505911777298286?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2068505911777298286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2068505911777298286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2068505911777298286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2068505911777298286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-aninhos.html' title='2 aninhos*'/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-2580831749801129347</id><published>2011-01-06T16:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:56:24.252Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para começar o ano em grande e a gastar dinheiro, tenho que levar o meu portátil ao "médico"....:( Sofre de algo que não o deixa ligar... o que significa que está em risco de perder tudo.... Absolutamente tudo!! Espero que não.. a ver vamos...&lt;br /&gt;O pobrezinho está quase a fazer três anos e ainda não o tinha levado a compor, porque eu lá conseguia resolver o problema, mas desta vez tive que render-me, e acreditar que é melhor um especialista tratar dele...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-2580831749801129347?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/2580831749801129347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=2580831749801129347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2580831749801129347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/2580831749801129347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-comecar-o-ano-em-grande-e-gastar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039166796014889527.post-3992818960009011510</id><published>2010-12-23T21:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:27:09.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TRO9eZbgv3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ljTy90q8rIk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553991095397957490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TRO9eZbgv3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ljTy90q8rIk/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz e Santo Natal&lt;/span&gt; para todos...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E como vou para a Suiça no dia 26, para passar lá a passagem de ano, aproveito para desejar um &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bom Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;....:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Até para o Ano..;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7039166796014889527-3992818960009011510?l=martalopes7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/feeds/3992818960009011510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7039166796014889527&amp;postID=3992818960009011510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3992818960009011510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7039166796014889527/posts/default/3992818960009011510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martalopes7.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-feliz-e-santo-natal-para-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12426567602421805969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yl-psI5WpOQ/Tv89536HjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/i1XtseI6zqc/s220/P1010570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PYjOXYtehQ/TRO9eZbgv3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ljTy90q8rIk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
