<?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-2687442724644820204</id><updated>2012-02-12T02:40:39.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque há momentos perfeitos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5515885854335804390</id><published>2011-01-14T21:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:00:06.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Daylong (daydreaming) sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TTDHXfjku9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RcmRLzURgd0/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TTDHXfjku9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RcmRLzURgd0/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562164746224188370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às 17h do dia 14 de 2011 fui atleta,&lt;br /&gt;Fui aviador.&lt;br /&gt;Voei para lá do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Voei por cima do sol cuja luz te dourava os cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;Fui para a Suécia e passei um dia inteiro contigo naquele momento em que o sol tudo torna fotogénico&lt;br /&gt;Não eram as 17h, era o dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;O sol não passa da altura do topo dos pinheiros.&lt;br /&gt;Passa entre os ramos como fios de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;Desenha-se na neve branca.&lt;br /&gt;Desenha-se na lã branca do teu cachecol.&lt;br /&gt;Almofada improvisada no meu ombro.&lt;br /&gt;Fechas os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;A cor de fogo torna-nos num só corpo iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;O sol já se esconde atrás da terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não na Suécia.&lt;br /&gt;Não para lá do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5515885854335804390?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5515885854335804390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5515885854335804390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5515885854335804390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5515885854335804390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2011/01/daylong-daydreaming-sunset.html' title='Daylong (daydreaming) sunset'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TTDHXfjku9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RcmRLzURgd0/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7338604140957603741</id><published>2011-01-10T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:23:11.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque estou CHEIO de saudades tuas</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKIl-v18mgo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7338604140957603741?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7338604140957603741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7338604140957603741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7338604140957603741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7338604140957603741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-estou-cheio-de-saudades-tuas.html' title='Porque estou CHEIO de saudades tuas'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8694656155419937942</id><published>2011-01-03T12:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:54:06.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque foi a melhor passagem de ano de sempre! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TSHG5-NUNiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TviJly9LVIY/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TSHG5-NUNiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TviJly9LVIY/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557942114405594658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi a melhor passagem de ano de sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Porque passámos num óptimo ambiente,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu és a minha bébé,&lt;br /&gt;Porque passámos na neve,&lt;br /&gt;Porque passámos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque és a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi brutal,&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração, que não é de gelo, é teu =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8694656155419937942?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8694656155419937942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8694656155419937942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8694656155419937942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8694656155419937942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-foi-melhor-passagem-de-ano-de.html' title='Porque foi a melhor passagem de ano de sempre! =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TSHG5-NUNiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TviJly9LVIY/s72-c/IMG_2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2764593525192893809</id><published>2010-12-16T14:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:07:53.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Faz tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TQodHmlrcyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/B51u44HTsag/s1600/Beira_mar_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TQodHmlrcyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/B51u44HTsag/s400/Beira_mar_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551281507142431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muuuuito tempo que não se posta neste Blog! Hj isso vai mudar! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amt miuda... e estou sempre a pensar em ti..&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2764593525192893809?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2764593525192893809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2764593525192893809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2764593525192893809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2764593525192893809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2010/12/faz-tempo.html' title='Faz tempo...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/TQodHmlrcyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/B51u44HTsag/s72-c/Beira_mar_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1262322559227188311</id><published>2010-01-29T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:52:25.534Z</updated><title type='text'>Because we are the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S2LL4vKsk5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/mCrm5z-7ZWg/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S2LL4vKsk5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/mCrm5z-7ZWg/s400/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432128276156683154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1262322559227188311?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1262322559227188311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1262322559227188311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1262322559227188311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1262322559227188311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-we-are-best.html' title='Because we are the best'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S2LL4vKsk5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/mCrm5z-7ZWg/s72-c/DSC02162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-376442969890677014</id><published>2010-01-28T19:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:55:23.841Z</updated><title type='text'>Because you are my beautiful boy =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S2HrdnsVfvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3xZAZ_guiG0/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S2HrdnsVfvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3xZAZ_guiG0/s400/IMG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431881519689203442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pequeno mas sincero) =)&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-376442969890677014?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/376442969890677014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=376442969890677014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/376442969890677014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/376442969890677014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-you-are-my-beautiful-boy.html' title='Because you are my beautiful boy =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S2HrdnsVfvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3xZAZ_guiG0/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1318963954625691595</id><published>2010-01-26T02:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:14:57.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Cavalo à solta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S15QG_5H2eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HqTYHtSFkFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S15QG_5H2eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HqTYHtSFkFQ/s400/IMG_0760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430866281815857634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;br /&gt;Meu poema feito de gomos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Minha pena pesada e leve&lt;br /&gt;Secreta e pura&lt;br /&gt;Minha passagem para o breve&lt;br /&gt;Breve instante da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Minha ousadia, meu galope, minha rédia,&lt;br /&gt;Meu potro doido, minha chama,&lt;br /&gt;Minha réstia de luz intensa, de voz aberta&lt;br /&gt;Minha denúncia do que pensa&lt;br /&gt;Do que sente a gente certa&lt;br /&gt;Em ti respiro, em ti eu provo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti consigo esta força que de novo&lt;br /&gt;Em ti persigo, em ti percorro&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo à solta pela margem do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria, minha amargura,&lt;br /&gt;Minha coragem de correr contra a ternura&lt;br /&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;br /&gt;Minha espada, meu poema feito de dois gumes&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo ou nada&lt;br /&gt;Por ti renego, por ti aceito&lt;br /&gt;Este corcel que não sussego&lt;br /&gt;À desfilada no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Por isso digo canção castigo&lt;br /&gt;Amêndoa, travo, corpo, alma&lt;br /&gt;Amante, amigo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso canto, por isso digo&lt;br /&gt;Alpendre, casa, cama, arca do meu trigo&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria, minha amargura&lt;br /&gt;Minha coragem de correr contra a ternura&lt;br /&gt;Minha ousadia, minha aventura&lt;br /&gt;Minha coragem de correr contra a ternura"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ary dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1318963954625691595?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1318963954625691595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1318963954625691595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1318963954625691595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1318963954625691595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2010/01/cavalo-solta.html' title='Cavalo à solta'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/S15QG_5H2eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HqTYHtSFkFQ/s72-c/IMG_0760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-3715593039433434430</id><published>2009-12-20T14:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:50:31.548Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque tu és a minha heroina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sy42RSKOTkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6TfSTc9jAJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sy42RSKOTkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6TfSTc9jAJQ/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417327072333680194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adoro as tuas surpresas..&lt;br /&gt;ADORO os teus carinhos..&lt;br /&gt;Adoro tudo em ti..&lt;br /&gt;es perfeita...&lt;br /&gt;es a mulher da minha vida..&lt;br /&gt;e eu nao sou nada sem ti..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-3715593039433434430?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/3715593039433434430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=3715593039433434430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3715593039433434430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3715593039433434430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/12/porque-tu-es-minha-heroina.html' title='Porque tu és a minha heroina!'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sy42RSKOTkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6TfSTc9jAJQ/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-398158062952365437</id><published>2009-12-20T13:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:55:46.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque tu és o meu super herói =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sy4sTna7U3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/EW0tYTSECSk/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sy4sTna7U3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/EW0tYTSECSk/s400/IMG_1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417316117284344690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já há muito tempo que não escrevemos nada...&lt;br /&gt;Penso que a foto diz tudo =) És o meu super herói e eu adoro-te muitoooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho grande @&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-398158062952365437?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/398158062952365437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=398158062952365437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/398158062952365437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/398158062952365437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/12/porque-tu-es-o-meu-super-heroi.html' title='Porque tu és o meu super herói =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sy4sTna7U3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/EW0tYTSECSk/s72-c/IMG_1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5388020863947050631</id><published>2009-10-11T18:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:13:24.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque acordo todos os dias e penso:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/StIgLmHmh8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KSrLjZZ134k/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/StIgLmHmh8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KSrLjZZ134k/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391407087498987458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. que ter-te conhecido foi uma dádiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudaes de viver contigo, foi dos melhores momentos.. lembro-me da primeira vez que te vi e fiquei embasbacado com a tua beleza.. lembro.me de quando te comecei a conhecer e ligava a ines a dizer.. "Ela é especial".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembro.me de inumeros momentos fantásticos contigo, =) apeteceu-me dizer isto.. para tu leres, e saberes que te dou muito valor, e que te amo muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: um dia destes temos que dar  um saltinho a expo com os nossos patins, sim mor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5388020863947050631?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5388020863947050631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5388020863947050631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5388020863947050631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5388020863947050631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/10/porque-acordo-todos-os-dias-e-penso.html' title='Porque acordo todos os dias e penso:'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/StIgLmHmh8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KSrLjZZ134k/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1501361442157111201</id><published>2009-09-27T20:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:27:34.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque foram momentos inesqueciveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sr_J9EiMhtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/udw2cmbZGf4/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sr_J9EiMhtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/udw2cmbZGf4/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386245730384774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verão já lá vai.. e que verão foi este! Cheio de emoções! Cheio de Aventuras! Cheio de Amor!&lt;br /&gt;Achei portanto que o nosso blog merecia que estas ferias aqui fossem mencionadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou ainda no marés vivas, para mim esse foi o primeiro momento deste ano em que realmente me senti de ferias... concertos bue fixes! Guano Apes um dos nossos primeiros temas de conversas no msn... =) Colbie, Jason Mraz.. dois concertos calmos, queridos, que levam a uma avalanche de beijinhos na cara da minha namorada. Concertos calmos que me fizeram sentir de ferias naqueles dois dias em gaia =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dpois de uma interrupção das ferias para ultimos esforços e aquela semana irritante em que estamos separados lá estivemos nós juntos no sitio do costume! Não! nao era o pingo doce! Era Altura. Praia calor e sal. É sempre uma receita saborosa quando a cereja é a minha namorada =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou-se o Algarve e lá fomos nós para terras de nuestros hermanos! Barcelona, onde o Gaudí nos recebeu de braços abertos e de forma modernista, apaixonamo-nos por aqueles edificios! Passámos aqueles dias juntos a descobrir juntos coisas novas.. e quando digo juntos é mesmo muito juntinhos =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou-se Barcelona, e fizemos escala de 2 dias em Lisboa antes de embarcarmos para a nossa maior aventura destas ferias... Iamos viver juntos durante um mês em Inglaterra. íamos não! FOMOS! e correu lindamente, foi como às vezes dizem sobre concertos, a "consagração da banda"! E que banda! Uma orquestra perfeitamente afinada! Fomos feitos para estar juntos, foi das experiências mais enriquecedoras que já tive. Conhecemos gente nova, sitios novos vimos imensos espectaculos, esquilos, coelhos, pes torcidos, listas de supermercados, cozinhas, essays, e ... vivemos juntos! Foi tão bom... Fez-me ter AINDA mais certeza de que é ao teu lado que desejo passar a minha vida. Disso não tenho dúvida nenhuma. Foste a melhor coisa que me aconteceu, és o meu orgulho e eu nunca te vou deixar fugir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a minha miúda.&lt;br /&gt;Não só miuda! És também a mulher da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma companheira fiel e que me apoia sempre, que me ama profundamente, que eu amo profundamente e que sei que estará sempre ao meu lado, porque os nossos momentos são perfeitos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e para fechar as férias num ciclo, como diz a Colbie e Jason:&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1501361442157111201?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1501361442157111201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1501361442157111201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1501361442157111201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1501361442157111201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-foram-momentos-inesqueciveis.html' title='Porque foram momentos inesqueciveis'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sr_J9EiMhtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/udw2cmbZGf4/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4541914960457976448</id><published>2009-07-20T21:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:31:12.832Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque adoro ir a festivais contigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SmY5h3123bI/AAAAAAAAANs/yXuGp3nN2nU/s1600-h/joana1blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SmY5h3123bI/AAAAAAAAANs/yXuGp3nN2nU/s400/joana1blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361035660519464370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gostavas desta musica mas acho que passaste a gostar=)&lt;br /&gt;Adorei, foi muito fixe...&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-TE@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SmY5h3123bI/AAAAAAAAANs/yXuGp3nN2nU/s72-c/joana1blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8837663833659727910</id><published>2009-07-09T22:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:32:39.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SlZv-C4yslI/AAAAAAAAANk/UR9juS0tl38/s1600-h/10052009106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SlZv-C4yslI/AAAAAAAAANk/UR9juS0tl38/s400/10052009106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356591918521430610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas de mansinho,&lt;br /&gt;encostas a cabeça no meu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;segredas-me doces,&lt;br /&gt;beijas-me canções,&lt;br /&gt;passas-me a mão no rosto e aí olhas-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu olho-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como é bom olhar para quem se ama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8837663833659727910?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8837663833659727910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8837663833659727910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8837663833659727910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8837663833659727910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/07/chegas-de-mansinho-encostas-cabeca-no.html' title=''/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SlZv-C4yslI/AAAAAAAAANk/UR9juS0tl38/s72-c/10052009106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7999268765500714393</id><published>2009-07-07T23:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:00:43.056Z</updated><title type='text'>porque não seria nada sem ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SlPhEsdRb2I/AAAAAAAAANc/laQ2KaPTPVM/s1600-h/DSC_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SlPhEsdRb2I/AAAAAAAAANc/laQ2KaPTPVM/s400/DSC_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355871852643315554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I may not always love you&lt;br /&gt;But long as there are stars above you&lt;br /&gt;You never need to doubt it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you so sure about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever leave me&lt;br /&gt;Though life would still go on believe me&lt;br /&gt;The world could show nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;So what good would living do me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que já postei esta letra uma vez mas cada vez que&lt;br /&gt;oiço esta música penso muito em nós e em como&lt;br /&gt;tudo seria uma seca sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7999268765500714393?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7999268765500714393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7999268765500714393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7999268765500714393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7999268765500714393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-nao-seria-nada-sem-ti.html' title='porque não seria nada sem ti'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SlPhEsdRb2I/AAAAAAAAANc/laQ2KaPTPVM/s72-c/DSC_0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6212465687034665519</id><published>2009-07-04T21:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:47:47.776Z</updated><title type='text'>porque foi muito giro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sk_KBDdkDjI/AAAAAAAAANU/GX2SQ5ZFkYI/s1600-h/04072009244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sk_KBDdkDjI/AAAAAAAAANU/GX2SQ5ZFkYI/s400/04072009244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354720601424793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito giro.&lt;br /&gt;adoro passar assim dias a passear kntg.&lt;br /&gt;amo-te muito&lt;br /&gt;beijinho muito grande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-6212465687034665519?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6212465687034665519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6212465687034665519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6212465687034665519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6212465687034665519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-foi-muito-giro.html' title='porque foi muito giro.'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sk_KBDdkDjI/AAAAAAAAANU/GX2SQ5ZFkYI/s72-c/04072009244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-9072923877877235628</id><published>2009-06-29T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:07:12.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque este foi um momento perfeito e inesquecivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzOQ-shPKV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzOQ-shPKV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque oasis me faz pensar em nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-9072923877877235628?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/9072923877877235628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=9072923877877235628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/9072923877877235628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/9072923877877235628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-este-foi-um-momento-perfeito-e.html' title='Porque este foi um momento perfeito e inesquecivel'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-52122639010458997</id><published>2009-06-25T11:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:48:22.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu gosto de trabalhar e olhar para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SkNkAfUb5UI/AAAAAAAAANM/yRynDMkqy2M/s1600-h/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SkNkAfUb5UI/AAAAAAAAANM/yRynDMkqy2M/s400/Photo+46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351230741816272194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-52122639010458997?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/52122639010458997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=52122639010458997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/52122639010458997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/52122639010458997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-eu-gosto-de-trabalhar-e-olhar.html' title='Porque eu gosto de trabalhar e olhar para ti'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SkNkAfUb5UI/AAAAAAAAANM/yRynDMkqy2M/s72-c/Photo+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5325411637509449057</id><published>2009-06-09T01:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:43:23.324Z</updated><title type='text'>porque precisamos de nos encostar um ao outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Si2-B9n4mlI/AAAAAAAAANE/MdRRNeJo46g/s1600-h/DSC07138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Si2-B9n4mlI/AAAAAAAAANE/MdRRNeJo46g/s400/DSC07138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345137273689643602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;nós já vivemos cem mil anos&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;talvez eu esteja a exagerar&lt;br /&gt;encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;dá cabo dos teus desenganos&lt;br /&gt;não queiras ver quem eu não sou,&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Chegado da guerra, fiz tudo p´ra sobreviver &lt;br /&gt;em nome da terra, no fundo p´ra te merecer&lt;br /&gt;recebe-me bem, não desencantes os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim o teu herói, não quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;estou a partilhar contigo&lt;br /&gt;o que não vivi, hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te a mim,&lt;br /&gt;desatinamos tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;vizinha de mim, deixa ser meu o teu quintal&lt;br /&gt;recebe esta pomba que não está armadilhada&lt;br /&gt;foi comprada, foi roubada, seja como for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho do nada, porque arrasei o que não quis&lt;br /&gt;em nome da estrada, onde só quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;enrosca-te a mim, vai desarmar a flor queimada&lt;br /&gt;vai beijar o homem-bomba, quero adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;estou a partilhar contigo o que não vivi,&lt;br /&gt;um dia hei-de inventar contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não sei, às vezes entender o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;mas quero-te bem, encosta-te a mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5325411637509449057?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5325411637509449057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5325411637509449057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5325411637509449057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5325411637509449057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-precisamos-de-nos-encostar-um-ao.html' title='porque precisamos de nos encostar um ao outro'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Si2-B9n4mlI/AAAAAAAAANE/MdRRNeJo46g/s72-c/DSC07138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-818983210655791267</id><published>2009-06-02T22:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:15:22.751Z</updated><title type='text'>A girl...</title><content type='html'>ouvi agora e senti que  se aplicava:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anybody going to listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;all about a girl who came to stay&lt;br /&gt;She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sory,&lt;br /&gt;and still you don't regret a single day.&lt;br /&gt;A girl..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beatles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-818983210655791267?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/818983210655791267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=818983210655791267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/818983210655791267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/818983210655791267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouvi-agora-e-senti-que-era-se-aplicava.html' title='A girl...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-9133658686318886934</id><published>2009-06-02T21:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:16:43.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque és o miúdo que eu mais adoro no mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SiWddsxdcvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/o_Alq9fISZU/s1600-h/DSC09111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SiWddsxdcvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/o_Alq9fISZU/s400/DSC09111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342849666505339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque quando olho para estas fotos dos nossos aniversários sinto-me bem em saber que estamos juntos à tanto tempo e que continuamos a amar-nos tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosto tanto de ti? Não sei, é uma pergunta difícil! Mas às vezes tenho medo que sejamos completamente influenciados pelos nossos genes e pela capacidade do nosso organismo reconhecer outros indivíduos compatíveis e imunológicamente diversos e que lhe permita perpetuar os nossos genes. Para além disso, somos um animal que vive em sociedades muito desenvolvidas e que tem valores que podem influenciar a escolha de parceiros, como por exemplo, a simpatia, a forma de estar, o carinho... etc. No entanto, apesar de todas estas evidencias, há qualquer coisa que sinto dentro de mim e que não consigo explicar por nenhum destes mecanismos nem por qualquer outro que exista no mundo... Porque eu gosto de ti porque sim e porque não existe uma razão especial e ao mesmo tempo existem todas as razões do mundo... é confuso eu sei, mas acho que o amor é assim... pelo menos este que vivo com o meu namorado à mais de 3 anos.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não é muito normal nem saudável gostar duma pessoa má, arrogante, mesquinha e desagradável. Também não acredito que haja alguém no mundo assim. A verdade é que para gostarmos de alguém, para além dos factores completamente incompreenciveis para a mente humana, essa pessoa tem de ter algo que nos fascine e que nos prenda... (para mim não basta que tenha um bom aspecto). É certo que há pessoas bonitas que também são boas pessoas, como o david por exemplo, mas também há muitas que são muito ruíns.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada a concluir desta pequena reflexão uma vez que o amor é algo inesperado e inexplicável e que também não deve ser previsto nem se deve tentar explicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para o david,&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te...@&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/2687442724644820204-9133658686318886934?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/9133658686318886934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=9133658686318886934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5752541146955393954</id><published>2009-06-01T23:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:29:14.687Z</updated><title type='text'>Because sometimes yous should let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SiWZTFGMoRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3tpXzUq39YU/s1600-h/let+go+joana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SiWZTFGMoRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3tpXzUq39YU/s400/let+go+joana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342845086009696530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;drink up, baby down&lt;br /&gt;mmm, are you in or are you out&lt;br /&gt;leave your things behind&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy&lt;br /&gt;these mishaps&lt;br /&gt;you bubble wrap&lt;br /&gt;when you've no idea what you're like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let go, jump in&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatcha waiting for&lt;br /&gt;it's alright&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;so let go, just get in&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;it's alright&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gains the more it gives&lt;br /&gt;and then it rises with the fall&lt;br /&gt;so hand me that remote&lt;br /&gt;can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;we've no time for later now&lt;br /&gt;you can't await your own arrival&lt;br /&gt;you've 20 seconds to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let go, jump in&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatcha waiting for&lt;br /&gt;it's alright&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;so let go, just get in&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;it's alright&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let go by frou frou&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love you, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5752541146955393954?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5752541146955393954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5752541146955393954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5752541146955393954'/><link rel='self' 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mais divertido quando estou contigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfyX55mYS_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OYkfsEfd9YU/s1600-h/DSC09195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfyX55mYS_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OYkfsEfd9YU/s400/DSC09195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331303079869959154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joana com o gorro novo do david.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4365624987264865342?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4365624987264865342/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfyX55mYS_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OYkfsEfd9YU/s72-c/DSC09195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6505133333065348383</id><published>2009-05-01T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:47:35.338Z</updated><title type='text'>because I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mO1S1Yq-u2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mO1S1Yq-u2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo.te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6905035054396029293</id><published>2009-05-01T10:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:19:52.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Because I wish you were here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Eu Amo-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpHFyYrNuuM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpHFyYrNuuM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-6905035054396029293?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6905035054396029293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6905035054396029293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6905035054396029293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6905035054396029293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sfka57XQWUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y5T3siy8iac/s400/DSC_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330321216459790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto desta foto.&lt;br /&gt;Por te conhecer bué bem este momento capturado pela câmara é para mim um video lool consigo lembrar-me dos momentos imediatamente antes e depois da obturação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria pintar.te de beijos, moldar.te com maõs de oleiro da cintura até ao beijo que ficou atras da orelha, num segredo sussurrar-te o calor do teu ventre e num arrepio ser eu e tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4549540992511620775?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4549540992511620775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sfka57XQWUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y5T3siy8iac/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6739814159823290585</id><published>2009-04-29T13:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:59:24.803Z</updated><title type='text'>porque te envio o meu amor da maneira k konsigo.</title><content type='html'>All my loving by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and i'll kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'll miss you;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i'll always be true.&lt;br /&gt;And then while i'm away,&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home ev'ry day,&lt;br /&gt;And i'll send all my loving to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend that i'm kissing&lt;br /&gt;The lips i am missing&lt;br /&gt;And hope that my dreams will come true.&lt;br /&gt;And then while i'm away,&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home ev'ry day,&lt;br /&gt;And i'll send all my loving to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my loving i will send to you.&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, darling i'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6BFqU4oEfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6BFqU4oEfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-6739814159823290585?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6739814159823290585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6739814159823290585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6739814159823290585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6739814159823290585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-te-envio-o-meu-amor-da-maneira-k.html' title='porque te envio o meu amor da maneira k konsigo.'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2598954973272055600</id><published>2009-04-28T14:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:00:34.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque apesar de estar em nova york não páro de pensar em ti</title><content type='html'>Porque eu gosto muito de ti, porque apesar desta confusão toda eu não paro de pensar em ti e na falta que me fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não tenho foto? Porque o meu computador esta sem net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te bué miúda. um beijo bué grande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2598954973272055600?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2598954973272055600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2598954973272055600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2598954973272055600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2598954973272055600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-apesar-de-estar-em-nova-york-nao.html' title='Porque apesar de estar em nova york não páro de pensar em ti'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4536300932390651452</id><published>2009-04-25T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:39:36.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque a nossa tradição é a nossa tradição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfOCXShpkpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uPFmUF15hxk/s1600-h/25+Abril+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfOCXShpkpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uPFmUF15hxk/s400/25+Abril+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328746120731005586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque algumas tradições não mudam felizmente.&lt;br /&gt;Porque algumas tradições ganham força e sabor com os anos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é Abril.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é bom amar em liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu és a minha liberdade e revolucionaste a minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4536300932390651452?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4536300932390651452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4536300932390651452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4536300932390651452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4536300932390651452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-nossa-tradicao-e-nossa-tradicao.html' title='Porque a nossa tradição é a nossa tradição'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfOCXShpkpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uPFmUF15hxk/s72-c/25+Abril+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1608711843050606463</id><published>2009-04-24T22:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:46:05.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque nos esquecemos mas nem por isso lhe demos menos valor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfI_9Bvx4MI/AAAAAAAAAME/L1T79lJYy6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfI_9Bvx4MI/AAAAAAAAAME/L1T79lJYy6Q/s400/DSC_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328391626806124738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje foi a prova de que não precisamos de dias especiais para sermos felizes... para nós cada dia é especial desde que estejamos juntos. Hoje era o nosso dia 24, lembrámo-nos tarde.. mas passámos um dia muito bom, com amor, diversão e calor à mistura. Fomos feitos um para o outro e disso não há dúvida. Todos os dias são motivo de festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vai ser sempre.. todos os dias 24, e os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1608711843050606463?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1608711843050606463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1608711843050606463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1608711843050606463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1608711843050606463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-nos-esquecemos-mas-nem-por-isso.html' title='Porque nos esquecemos mas nem por isso lhe demos menos valor'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SfI_9Bvx4MI/AAAAAAAAAME/L1T79lJYy6Q/s72-c/DSC_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7439331040658734513</id><published>2009-04-18T18:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:50:05.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque estamos em Pinhanços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Seog1vpwpSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hjd3Pxjrajg/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Seog1vpwpSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hjd3Pxjrajg/s400/Photo+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326105617015809314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7439331040658734513?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7439331040658734513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7439331040658734513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7439331040658734513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7439331040658734513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-estamos-em-pinhancos.html' title='Porque estamos em Pinhanços'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Seog1vpwpSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hjd3Pxjrajg/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2655817420446847247</id><published>2009-03-24T16:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:09:04.208Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje fazemos 3 anos...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SckQCftGgYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mIO77nIb61k/s1600-h/DSC08938mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SckQCftGgYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mIO77nIb61k/s400/DSC08938mod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798470144033154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia escrever aqui mil palavras bonitas na tentativa de dizer o que sinto por ti mas não há palavras que descrevam melhor do que uma imagem dum beijo querido...=) O que sentimos nota-se no olhar, no beijo, no toque...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me do beijo que demos no concerto dos oaisis a ouvir champagne supernova=) Foi um beijo em que notei mais que todos tinham desaparecido à nossa volta... ficámos ali sozinhos por uns minutos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te=)&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aniversário para nós!&lt;br /&gt;Beijos@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJauX_q6wI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJauX_q6wI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2655817420446847247?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2655817420446847247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2655817420446847247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2655817420446847247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2655817420446847247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/03/porque-hoje-fazemos-3-anos.html' title='Porque hoje fazemos 3 anos...=)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SckQCftGgYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mIO77nIb61k/s72-c/DSC08938mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4098902278836546765</id><published>2009-03-18T12:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:16:59.342Z</updated><title type='text'>porque este post não tem título</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/ScDlE2HLsWI/AAAAAAAAALs/wltKFizF8ZU/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/ScDlE2HLsWI/AAAAAAAAALs/wltKFizF8ZU/s400/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314499431705063778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estamos quase a fazer 3 aninhos...  =)&lt;br /&gt;E andamos bué juntinhos. =)&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Tu gostas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Bora continuar assim? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4098902278836546765?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4098902278836546765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4098902278836546765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4098902278836546765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4098902278836546765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/03/porque-este-post-nao-tem-titulo.html' title='porque este post não tem título'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/ScDlE2HLsWI/AAAAAAAAALs/wltKFizF8ZU/s72-c/DSC00642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-539799616064090512</id><published>2009-03-04T20:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:03:40.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu te amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sa7iPGLzbAI/AAAAAAAAALk/Tg6tgd0Wsv4/s1600-h/DSC08891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sa7iPGLzbAI/AAAAAAAAALk/Tg6tgd0Wsv4/s400/DSC08891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309429759702428674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se temos um amor destinado para nós na vida esse amor para mim és tu... És o rapaz com quem quero aproveitar cada segundo, minuto, hora, dia, semana, mês, ano, século=), eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de tudo é mesmo estar apaixonado... e ser correspondido, claro... caso contrário torna-se um pouco desconfortavél...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou correspondida=) e muuuuito bem correspondida... Sabes que vou estar sempre ao teu lado e eu também sei que vais estar sempre lá para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar apaixonada para sempre=) por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é isso que nos faz esquecer do resto... é isso que nos faz acreditar que a vida é boa e nos recompensa de alguma forma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-539799616064090512?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/539799616064090512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=539799616064090512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/539799616064090512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/539799616064090512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/03/porque-eu-te-amo.html' title='Porque eu te amo...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Sa7iPGLzbAI/AAAAAAAAALk/Tg6tgd0Wsv4/s72-c/DSC08891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5063888838585202829</id><published>2009-02-14T12:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:37:19.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos Namorados!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SZa52aqcpKI/AAAAAAAAALc/DzL03A4euNI/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SZa52aqcpKI/AAAAAAAAALc/DzL03A4euNI/s400/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629955796772002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=) ... Não tenho palavras, és o melhor dos melhores namorados do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o dia dos namorados principalmente porque posso passa-lo contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5063888838585202829?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5063888838585202829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5063888838585202829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5063888838585202829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5063888838585202829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/02/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Feliz dia dos Namorados!! =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SZa52aqcpKI/AAAAAAAAALc/DzL03A4euNI/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2582160114715190842</id><published>2009-01-26T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:15:04.927Z</updated><title type='text'>You are so beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SX40Cz2NW1I/AAAAAAAAALU/6Gk3olYhjCA/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SX40Cz2NW1I/AAAAAAAAALU/6Gk3olYhjCA/s400/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727434716240722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer-te que és tudo para mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti não sei como é que seria...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada fofinho por nunca desistires de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tomares conta de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU AMO-TE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2582160114715190842?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2582160114715190842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2582160114715190842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2582160114715190842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2582160114715190842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-so-beautiful.html' title='You are so beautiful!'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SX40Cz2NW1I/AAAAAAAAALU/6Gk3olYhjCA/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2448243772972337879</id><published>2009-01-13T22:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:59:06.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Devia estar a estudar eu sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SW0cnLYabfI/AAAAAAAAALI/rYMa6oHzYXU/s1600-h/DSC07140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SW0cnLYabfI/AAAAAAAAALI/rYMa6oHzYXU/s400/DSC07140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290916596625862130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia estar a fazer o trabalho de Computação, aquele código chato. Mas não consigo parar de pensar em ti... Apetece.me gritar que és a maior, que és o meu orgulho. Que és linda, que te amo incondicionalmente. Que não importa as notas os stresses os choros ou o que quer que seja, que tu és e sempre serás a minha maior companhia, o amor da minha vida, a pessoa mais fantástica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e por isso digo!! ÉS A MAIOR!!!(alias da para ver pela foto=P ) YOU'RE THE BEST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2448243772972337879?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2448243772972337879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2448243772972337879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2448243772972337879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2448243772972337879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2009/01/devia-estar-estudar-eu-sei.html' title='Devia estar a estudar eu sei'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SW0cnLYabfI/AAAAAAAAALI/rYMa6oHzYXU/s72-c/DSC07140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4073688535230764193</id><published>2009-01-10T21:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:48:30.208Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SWklRa3vfNI/AAAAAAAAALA/IOO2yMiyU8s/s1600-h/ferias+2006+-+Agosto+2006+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SWklRa3vfNI/AAAAAAAAALA/IOO2yMiyU8s/s400/ferias+2006+-+Agosto+2006+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289800218524482770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Texto que escrevi ha muito tempo e que fui encorntrar no meio do pó, uma foto ha muito tirada que me fez soltar uma gargalhada e dizer AQUELE "adoro-te".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gosto da música com que me tocas a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das tardes de Verão aproveitadas na areia da praia onde o teu cabelo me refresca a face.&lt;br /&gt;Das noites de Inverno em que deambulamos pelas ruas sem destino… aquecendo-nos com um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir a convicção com que acreditas em mim, como teu projecto.&lt;br /&gt;Prendes-me no tempo&lt;br /&gt;…nesse momento, no tal espaço, no teu regaço.&lt;br /&gt;Acaricias cada palavra minha, cada sorriso…&lt;br /&gt;Gosto quando nos juntamos e rimos do ontem, do talvez, do tudo e do nada.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos dos sonhos acordados, daquilo que não fizemos e queremos fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Da noite, do dia, do antes no depois.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos rimos das palavras que nos saem de forma traída.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos de nós, com os nossos perderes.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos do imprevisto.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiramos,&lt;br /&gt;Expiramos,&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;E Continuamos&lt;br /&gt;Juntos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juntos, sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Davidd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4073688535230764193?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SWklRa3vfNI/AAAAAAAAALA/IOO2yMiyU8s/s72-c/ferias+2006+-+Agosto+2006+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5392853544363819884</id><published>2008-12-29T01:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:22:59.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque a minha namorada bate o pe a ouvir country. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA5mf8YfsQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA5mf8YfsQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title='Porque a minha namorada bate o pe a ouvir country. =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8763880391950691070</id><published>2008-12-25T23:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:53:32.436Z</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SVQceTniPgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/L1_7P-N7q48/s1600-h/DSC08766.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SVQXAVoa8yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qTdLuvvyNfQ/s1600-h/DSC00663mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283873557386556194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SVQXAVoa8yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qTdLuvvyNfQ/s400/DSC00663mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosto de passar o Natal contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu amo-te muito muito!@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8763880391950691070?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8763880391950691070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8763880391950691070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8763880391950691070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8763880391950691070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-love.html' title='My love'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SVQXAVoa8yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qTdLuvvyNfQ/s72-c/DSC00663mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8396993684544605830</id><published>2008-12-03T22:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:16:42.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque não faz sentido..</title><content type='html'>não faz sentido magoarmo-nos..&lt;br /&gt;porque nenhum de nós merece isso..&lt;br /&gt;porque nenhum de nós quer ver o outro sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;porque nos amamos...&lt;br /&gt;e porque somos loucos um pelo outro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos Namorados, com N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8396993684544605830?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8396993684544605830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8396993684544605830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8396993684544605830'/><link rel='self' 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lpnjmMXZsFo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adoro-te baby=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s- Nada de te babares com a saia dela! bem...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-6774892261888305128?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6774892261888305128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6774892261888305128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6774892261888305128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6774892261888305128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoro-te-baby-beijinho-p.html' title='Porque esta musica é linda e eu amo-te'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8022114242430480733</id><published>2008-11-12T01:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:28:59.211Z</updated><title type='text'>vens?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRoxUfCyi3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/YwtWv_gLKfw/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRoxUfCyi3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/YwtWv_gLKfw/s400/Photo+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267576942163561330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É já tarde mas nem por isso o sentimento adormece.&lt;br /&gt;Aconchego-me à almofada como se do teu ventre se tratasse mas ela n me aquece.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do sono profundo, daquele sono seguro e aconchegado, da certeza de poder dormir sem receios, aquele doce acordar, acordar....&lt;br /&gt;Vem dormir comigo... vens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8022114242430480733?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8022114242430480733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8022114242430480733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8022114242430480733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8022114242430480733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/11/vens.html' title='vens?'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRoxUfCyi3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/YwtWv_gLKfw/s72-c/Photo+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1061362330667803264</id><published>2008-11-07T23:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:02:54.781Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu dava tudo para poder estar sempre ao pé de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRTVxu8e-_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TuckDNP5n0s/s1600-h/DSC08613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266068914694978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRTVxu8e-_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TuckDNP5n0s/s400/DSC08613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRTVCTuTLCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QJO2iwzadWw/s1600-h/DSC08607.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=) eu adoro-te David... fazes tudo o que podes e o que não podes para tar comigo e eu juro que dou bue valor a isso.&lt;br /&gt;Não podias ser um namorado melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;És o meu orgulho@@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu bruxinho=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMO-TE@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1061362330667803264?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRTVxu8e-_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TuckDNP5n0s/s72-c/DSC08613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7782350159032188499</id><published>2008-11-04T21:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:52:05.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque tenho saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRDD9HcC2SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DAqTMzfYSeI/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRDD9HcC2SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DAqTMzfYSeI/s400/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264923419132221730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para dizer que te amo, e que tenho saudades tuas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7782350159032188499?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7782350159032188499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7782350159032188499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7782350159032188499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7782350159032188499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-tenho-saudades.html' title='Porque tenho saudades'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SRDD9HcC2SI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DAqTMzfYSeI/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4601468516860048005</id><published>2008-10-30T21:31:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:55:20.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Because you're so perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SQosCoAvSVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gyDyo83uOEE/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263067538147723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SQosCoAvSVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gyDyo83uOEE/s400/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Innocence"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up I see that everything is OK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that it will stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This moment is perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll hold on to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you let it pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This innocence is brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes you wanna cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This innocence is brilliance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll hold on to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you let it pass you by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Avril Lavigne&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/2687442724644820204-4601468516860048005?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4601468516860048005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4601468516860048005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4601468516860048005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4601468516860048005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-youre-so-perfect.html' title='Because you&apos;re so perfect'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SQosCoAvSVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gyDyo83uOEE/s72-c/DSC00610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-3385140870263185552</id><published>2008-10-28T20:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:52:39.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu não consigo passar um minuto sem te ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SQd8BJ6WCFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/R-w30zmS9Ks/s1600-h/DSC08242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SQd8BJ6WCFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/R-w30zmS9Ks/s400/DSC08242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262311048888059986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te vejo paro logo em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo é que eu possa te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu corpo me abrigar em seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o que eu quero é ganhar o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico assim querendo o seu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo um minuto sem te ver&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença alegra meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E é pra você que eu canto essa canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Chega pra cá me dá a mão&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor me tirar da solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor - Ivete Sangalo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-3385140870263185552?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/3385140870263185552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=3385140870263185552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3385140870263185552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3385140870263185552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/10/porque-eu-no-consigo-um-minuto-sem-te.html' title='Porque eu não consigo passar um minuto sem te ver'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SQd8BJ6WCFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/R-w30zmS9Ks/s72-c/DSC08242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-3891947396312329829</id><published>2008-10-19T20:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:07:15.987Z</updated><title type='text'>Because i love you till the end</title><content type='html'>i love you till the end.&lt;br /&gt;i love you for ever.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna loose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m3__VPbJ8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m3__VPbJ8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-3891947396312329829?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/3891947396312329829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=3891947396312329829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3891947396312329829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3891947396312329829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-i-love-you-till-end.html' title='Because i love you till the end'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2401132426796966864</id><published>2008-10-12T20:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:47:00.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque não consigo viver sem ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SPJuk3D-LTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_Rs66yL_p7w/s1600-h/Img210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256385294629743922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SPJuk3D-LTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_Rs66yL_p7w/s400/Img210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) adoro-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero puder ver esse sorriso todos os dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque nao consigo viver sem ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito menos sem ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És o namorado mais carinhoso do mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E muuuito mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero ficar contigo para sempre! Deixas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(fico a aguardar uma resposta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijo@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2401132426796966864?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2401132426796966864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2401132426796966864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2401132426796966864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2401132426796966864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/10/porque-no-consigo-viver-sem-ti.html' title='Porque não consigo viver sem ti'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SPJuk3D-LTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_Rs66yL_p7w/s72-c/Img210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8306226088541942676</id><published>2008-09-13T11:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:31:08.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Because you are so beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMukUzrJfFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QgqKSiRmFys/s1600-h/DSC07018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMukUzrJfFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QgqKSiRmFys/s400/DSC07018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245466868378598482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see &lt;br /&gt;Your everything I hoped for &lt;br /&gt;Your everything I need &lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such joy and happiness you bring &lt;br /&gt;Such joy and happiness you bring &lt;br /&gt;Like a dream &lt;br /&gt;A guiding light that shines in the night &lt;br /&gt;Heavens gift to me &lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I maybe silly, but this is so true...&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/2687442724644820204-8306226088541942676?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8306226088541942676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8306226088541942676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8306226088541942676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8306226088541942676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-you-are-so-beautiful.html' title='Because you are so beautiful'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMukUzrJfFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QgqKSiRmFys/s72-c/DSC07018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7050549211657886119</id><published>2008-09-11T21:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:01:33.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Because "because"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMmVMgP8BOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rLTFISLHJYM/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMmVMgP8BOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rLTFISLHJYM/s400/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244887283097404642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Because the world is round it turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the wind is high it blows my mind&lt;br /&gt;Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is old, love is new&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, love is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;The Beatles&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/2687442724644820204-7050549211657886119?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7050549211657886119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7050549211657886119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7050549211657886119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7050549211657886119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-because.html' title='Because &quot;because&quot;'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMmVMgP8BOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rLTFISLHJYM/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-3946595995813625246</id><published>2008-09-10T21:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:41:13.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque ontem foi dia 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMg-7hF0cWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pdYInm5Yijs/s1600-h/Img403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMg-7hF0cWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pdYInm5Yijs/s400/Img403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244510958288925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que vais estar sempre ao meu lado e porque so contigo faz sentido, porque eu te amo e tu me amas a mim, e porque fomos feitos um para o outro...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) amo-te tanto miuda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-3946595995813625246?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/3946595995813625246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=3946595995813625246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3946595995813625246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3946595995813625246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-ontem-foi-dia-9.html' title='Porque ontem foi dia 9'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMg-7hF0cWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pdYInm5Yijs/s72-c/Img403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-464791807174174396</id><published>2008-09-09T21:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:04:03.868Z</updated><title type='text'>Because I love you till the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMbxUB7gghI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ap4gPu8DdgU/s1600-h/Img288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144142537228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMbxUB7gghI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ap4gPu8DdgU/s400/Img288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; =) És o meu mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to catch you if I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the morning light explodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On your face it radiates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to tell you nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't want to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I want is for you to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't you just take me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where I've never been before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you want to hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catch my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you till the end (x4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we're caught in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to feel you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the night puts on its cloak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lost for words dont tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause all I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you till the end (x5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you till the end (x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause all I can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you till the end (x3)&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/2687442724644820204-464791807174174396?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/464791807174174396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=464791807174174396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/464791807174174396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/464791807174174396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-i-love-you-till-end.html' title='Because I love you till the end...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SMbxUB7gghI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ap4gPu8DdgU/s72-c/Img288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6475010822848645570</id><published>2008-09-03T21:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:25:10.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque gosto de passar ferias contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SL8OrXHyjmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VZXpc1C0Krg/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SL8OrXHyjmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VZXpc1C0Krg/s400/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241924629386399330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Férias... adoro férias! pena que ja estao a acabar. Sabes como eu adoro passar os dias inteiros contigo, dar-te beijos salgados, obrigar-te a tomar banho na agua gelada do mar, jogar às cartas contigo (ok nao gosto quando fazes batota!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei k estas férias nao fui a mais fofinha para ti, foi um bocado complicado, talvez nao tivesse a 100% mas tu foste muito compreensivo como sempre... mesmo assim divertimo-nos a grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=) revelas-te um namorado cada vez melhor a cada dia que passa...És uma caixinha de surpresas! acho k ja tinha dito isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto muito de ti como tu es... gosto do teu jeito kerido e dengoso=) gosto do teu jeito guloso... gosto de ti sempre quer no teu lado frágil quer no teu lado forte. N primeiro agarro-te com força e prometo k te amo e estou sempre ao pé de ti, no segundo rendo-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu la no fundo sabes k és um namorado de sonho! Eu AMO-TE E SEI K TENHO A MAIOR SORTE DO MUNDO@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te@@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joana&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/2687442724644820204-6475010822848645570?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6475010822848645570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6475010822848645570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6475010822848645570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6475010822848645570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-gosto-de-passar-ferias-contigo.html' title='Porque gosto de passar ferias contigo'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SL8OrXHyjmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VZXpc1C0Krg/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7722034004683601071</id><published>2008-09-03T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:47:18.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque este excerto é importante e porque não o pus no post anterior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sounds of laughter, shades of love are ringing through my openedears,&lt;br /&gt;Inciting and inviting me.&lt;br /&gt;Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a millionsuns,&lt;br /&gt;And calls me on and on across the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;By The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px;"&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/2687442724644820204-7722034004683601071?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7722034004683601071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7722034004683601071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7722034004683601071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7722034004683601071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-este-excerto-importante-e-porque.html' title='Porque este excerto é importante e porque não o pus no post anterior'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6823561747399791918</id><published>2008-09-03T20:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:43:10.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque "it feels alright"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SL72S-usRsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pV9ZYd6MOrM/s1600-h/DSC07422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SL72S-usRsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pV9ZYd6MOrM/s400/DSC07422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241897822242752194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It feels alright now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me I'm the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And then I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never be the lonely one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So hold me tight tonight, tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's you, you, you, you, oo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let me go on loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tonight, tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making love to only you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So hold me tight tonight, tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's you, you, you, you, oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't know what it means to hold you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being here alone tonight with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By The Beatles&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/2687442724644820204-6823561747399791918?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6823561747399791918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6823561747399791918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6823561747399791918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6823561747399791918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-it-feels-alright.html' title='Porque &quot;it feels alright&quot;'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SL72S-usRsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pV9ZYd6MOrM/s72-c/DSC07422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7588791951460467079</id><published>2008-08-30T19:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:11:46.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque foram umas férias ainda melhores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SLmpW9wsj-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_wTK3PqpPmQ/s1600-h/Img347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SLmpW9wsj-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_wTK3PqpPmQ/s400/Img347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240405853423308770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão a chegar ao fim as férias deste ano, que foram melhores que as do anterior, que por sua vez já tinham sido melhores que as do anterior, que ja tinham sido melhores que as do outro. Resumidamente, nós não paramos, always geting better. &lt;div&gt;Podes pensar: "Mas nos outros anos não discutimos tanto" e eu respondo: "É verdade, mas e então?  não nos amamos mais que no ano passado?" =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que cada momento que passo ao teu lado é "priceless". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tantos momentos fantásticos que passámos juntos, entre orcas espanholas e bifes ingleses recordo olhares ternos, abraços quentes, muita experiencia partilhada, mas especialmente uma imagem que nunca vou esquecer e que adorava ter fotgrafado, mas o namorado sobrepôs-se ao fotógrafo e ali fiquei a ver-te com aquela coroa de flores azuis e brancas, com um sorriso tão natural, sincero, inocente e belo que me emocionou. O fogo de artifício pintava-te a cara e fazia-te brilhar os olhos eu sorria para ti como uma criança e ali parado prometi a mim mesmo que nunca me separaria de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São estes momentos que fazem a nossa vida especial, umas férias especiais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7588791951460467079?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7588791951460467079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7588791951460467079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7588791951460467079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7588791951460467079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/08/porque-foram-umas-frias-ainda-melhores.html' title='Porque foram umas férias ainda melhores.'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SLmpW9wsj-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_wTK3PqpPmQ/s72-c/Img347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5738930822784333863</id><published>2008-07-25T02:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:45:10.079Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque dizem que ninguém é perfeito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SIk-H2dFh-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Nk0aNpM52m4/s1600-h/DSC05401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SIk-H2dFh-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Nk0aNpM52m4/s400/DSC05401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226777147137689570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque dizem que ninguém é perfeito?&lt;div&gt;E se realmente houver pessoas perfeitas? talvez não para todo o mundo, mas se houver pessoas perfeitas para outras pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Um dia a Joana disse-me uma frase que, apesar de ser super batida na net and "soever", na verdade, faz sentido: "Ninguém é perfeito até te apaixonares".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando digo apaixonares, quero dizer, apaixonares profundamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda a gente tem defeitos, é um facto, mas e então?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A joana e eu temos defeitos, mas para mim, ela é perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discutimos, temos divergências, ficamos tristes, "so what?!" Eu continuo a olhar para ela e a ter a certeza que não podia ser mais perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor que saber que ela é perfeita para mim, é sentir isso todos os dias, no meio de uma gargalhada quando alguém tem sono mas diz que não porque "os bêbados também estão bêbados mas não dizem que estão bêbados". Quando ela me faz rir e adorá-la como um louco naquele dia junto ao rio em que devia ter pedido uma coca cola em vez de um ice tea, muito menos de limão!!! Naquele momento em que ao longe a vejo a escolher os gelados para o almoço. Aquele momento em que acordo e sinto um beijo nas costas com um abraço e continuamos a dormir. Quando estamos ardentes de paixão. Quando me dá um beijo de despedida e eu fico impaciente pelo próximo. Quando limpo as lágrimas que escorrem, quando as minhas são limpas. Quando vejo uma foto dela. Quando falo dela com outras pessoas. Quando escrevo isto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque há mais que momentos perfeitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há uma mulher perfeita para mim e o nome dela é Joana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu a amo, e porque ela me faz feliz todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David&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/2687442724644820204-5738930822784333863?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5738930822784333863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5738930822784333863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5738930822784333863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5738930822784333863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-dizem-que-ningum-perfeito.html' title='Porque dizem que ninguém é perfeito?'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SIk-H2dFh-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Nk0aNpM52m4/s72-c/DSC05401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-3465070379455387536</id><published>2008-06-24T19:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:59:18.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é mais um dia 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SGFSBxS8J7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mNk2G1HCs6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215540033837868978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SGFSBxS8J7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mNk2G1HCs6Y/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- o primeiro é gingão, tem jogo de cintura, gosta de patos, nomeadamente de gansos, é amigo do 5 e tem a mania que é mais que o 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- o Segundo é espartano muito recto, sabe estar num salão de chá muito chique, por vezes quando tem problemas de personalidade e não consegue ser quem é, fazendo passar-se por 8 tem problemas com a polícia e com o balão! &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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, hoje é dia 24, mais um, o 27º! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado por me acompanhares sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEIJO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do teu David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-3465070379455387536?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/3465070379455387536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=3465070379455387536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3465070379455387536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3465070379455387536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/06/porque-hoje-mais-um-dia-24.html' title='Porque hoje é mais um dia 24'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SGFSBxS8J7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mNk2G1HCs6Y/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7685168340465240007</id><published>2008-06-15T14:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:16:04.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque um mar de mil desejos aguarda-te ao chegar</title><content type='html'>"Calas-me a voz, voz do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que o tempo, tarda em chegar&lt;br /&gt;Distante ausente, sinto apertar&lt;br /&gt;O peito ardente por te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alma, que anseia urgente&lt;br /&gt;Pelo momento de ter-te presente&lt;br /&gt;Pelo infinito estendo os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Um mar de mil desejos, aguarda-te ao chegar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7685168340465240007?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7685168340465240007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7685168340465240007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7685168340465240007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7685168340465240007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/06/porque-um-mar-de-mil-desejos-aguarda-te.html' title='Porque um mar de mil desejos aguarda-te ao chegar'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-593403775993274527</id><published>2008-05-19T16:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:18:26.875Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque o nosso amor nos põe um brilhozinho nos olhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SDGoOfXxvRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aKbHWLUK_S8/s1600-h/DSC06535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202124011482496274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SDGoOfXxvRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aKbHWLUK_S8/s400/DSC06535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;corremos os estores&lt;br /&gt;pusemos a rádio no "on"&lt;br /&gt;acendemos a já costumeira&lt;br /&gt;velinha de igreja&lt;br /&gt;pusemos no "off" o telefone&lt;br /&gt;e olha, não dá p'ra contar&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que tu sabes&lt;br /&gt;daquilo que sabes que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;e com um brilhozinho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;ficamos parados&lt;br /&gt;depois do que não te contei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergio Godinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz lá que esta letra não é perfeita para nós?? =D&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-593403775993274527?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/593403775993274527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=593403775993274527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/593403775993274527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/593403775993274527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/05/porque-o-nosso-amor-nos-pe-um.html' title='Porque o nosso amor nos põe um brilhozinho nos olhos!'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SDGoOfXxvRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aKbHWLUK_S8/s72-c/DSC06535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5294914742180858260</id><published>2008-05-14T21:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:35:24.511Z</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE o amor é uma companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SCtZW_XxvQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UG0uRk51ySw/s1600-h/Img136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200348446232526082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SCtZW_XxvQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UG0uRk51ySw/s400/Img136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor é uma companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei andar só pelos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque já não posso andar só.&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento visível faz-me andar mais depressa&lt;br /&gt;E ver menos, e ao mesmo tempo gostar bem de ir vendo tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo a ausência dele é uma coisa que está comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto tanto dele que não sei como o desejar.&lt;br /&gt;Se o não vejo, imagino-o e sou forte como as árvores altas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o vejo tremo, não sei o que é feito do que sinto na ausência dele.&lt;br /&gt;Todo eu sou qualquer força que me abandona.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a realidade olha para mim como um girassol com a cara dele no meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adaptado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andei à procura dum poema que demonstrasse de uma forma menos personalizada o quanto eu gosto de ti... óbvio que não diz tudo mas é bonito=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, também sei que não é só uma companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're a full time a lover and a full time a friend...&lt;/span&gt; (já viste tudo adaptado só para ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joana&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/2687442724644820204-5294914742180858260?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5294914742180858260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5294914742180858260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5294914742180858260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5294914742180858260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-amor-uma-companhia.html' title='PORQUE o amor é uma companhia'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SCtZW_XxvQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UG0uRk51ySw/s72-c/Img136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5037524886536836299</id><published>2008-04-28T20:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:05:45.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque és ESPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SBY0d928h6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VtSEGS8uTWY/s1600-h/Img139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194396909644318626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SBY0d928h6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VtSEGS8uTWY/s400/Img139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque te amo tanto k ate ponho uma lyric duma musica da joss stone para ti... ok eu adimito... eu gosto desta musica e tem uma letra querida.=)&lt;br /&gt;David eu amo-te...&lt;br /&gt;És um namorado mesmo mesmo especial e unico...&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel encontrar algum rapaz mais compreensivo e atencioso do que tu!&lt;br /&gt;Já te tinha dito... tens um coração de ouro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiçam a musica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joiDo5JVcOM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joiDo5JVcOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joss stone- tell me what we´re gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have to make your mind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wanna take my time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If that's alright, it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh forgive me if I get too shy but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're the reason why, love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm feelin' butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somethin' bout the look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooh it just makes me feel so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my mind's void&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the dream when I sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you're everything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I love how you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're made for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's too good to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[VERSE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Funny how my world keeps spinnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes you can be so silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know just how to make me laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooh, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your skin is so lovely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It moves me when you touch me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that you got my back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It feels so safe when you hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's already like you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my mind's void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're my joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're the dream when I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you're everything that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love how you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you're made for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's too good to be true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5037524886536836299?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5037524886536836299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5037524886536836299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5037524886536836299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5037524886536836299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-s-especial.html' title='Porque és ESPECIAL'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/SBY0d928h6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VtSEGS8uTWY/s72-c/Img139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4585146310734150008</id><published>2008-03-25T22:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:50:36.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque fizemos 2 anos! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R-mBobGKu2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/64PjfO_FkQg/s1600-h/Img154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181815377734843234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R-mBobGKu2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/64PjfO_FkQg/s400/Img154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fizemos 2 anos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou dizer nada.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem passámos o dia juntos, com mais ou menos palavras disse-te o que sentia.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixo uma foto para que não passe despercebido o nosso aniversário no nosso cantinho blogosférico. (BlogoESFERA tem cantinhos!!) =) &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;Amo-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4585146310734150008?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4585146310734150008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4585146310734150008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4585146310734150008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4585146310734150008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/03/porque-fizemos-2-anos.html' title='Porque fizemos 2 anos! =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R-mBobGKu2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/64PjfO_FkQg/s72-c/Img154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-731540643326432512</id><published>2008-03-12T23:30:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:51:06.779Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu te amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R9hrTi_T7xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MocMb16_Xuo/s1600-h/DSC07602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177005755216424722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R9hrTi_T7xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MocMb16_Xuo/s400/DSC07602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Realize"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[V1:] Take time to realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That your warmth is. Crashing down on in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I am on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[C:] If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And will never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We missed out on each other now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[V2:] Take time to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This all can pass you by.. Didn't I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No its never gonna be that simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No I can't spell it out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[C:] If you just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we'll never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We missed out on each other now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[V3:] It's not always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No it's never the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you don't feel it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[C:] If you just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we'll never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'd never have to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OoOoOOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Colbie Caillat&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/2687442724644820204-731540643326432512?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/731540643326432512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=731540643326432512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/731540643326432512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/731540643326432512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/03/realize-v1-take-time-to-realize-that.html' title='Porque eu te amo...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R9hrTi_T7xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MocMb16_Xuo/s72-c/DSC07602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1879347116380008809</id><published>2008-03-10T21:31:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:11:15.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque derreto com o teu calor e porque o nosso amor é chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R9Wwwi_T7vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/H8k3i2Pysis/s1600-h/ferias+2006+-+Agosto+2006+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176237694804815602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R9Wwwi_T7vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/H8k3i2Pysis/s400/ferias+2006+-+Agosto+2006+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derreto com o teu calor, com o nosso calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provocamos uma combustão de sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nosso corpos são chamas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nosso olhos são vulcões de paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham com desejo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguros da correspondencia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E derretemos os dois. Suados abraçamo-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamo-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuramos que os momentos se prolonguem eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor é chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quente, é doce, é afrodisiaco. É muuuito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Tens muuuito estilo =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1879347116380008809?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1879347116380008809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1879347116380008809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1879347116380008809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1879347116380008809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/03/porque-derreto-com-o-teu-calor-e-porque.html' title='Porque derreto com o teu calor e porque o nosso amor é chocolate'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R9Wwwi_T7vI/AAAAAAAAAE4/H8k3i2Pysis/s72-c/ferias+2006+-+Agosto+2006+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5733247349938686840</id><published>2008-01-29T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:48:37.644Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque Gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R5-AJySgImI/AAAAAAAAAEg/feMxw4erZoo/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160984603596431970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R5-AJySgImI/AAAAAAAAAEg/feMxw4erZoo/s400/DSC05263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosto de partilhar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser teu... todo teu...so teu...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me dar a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me envolver..  que te envolvas...  de te sentir envolvida...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te sentir respirar...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te olhar..  de te ver..  de reparar nos pormenores..&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te cheirar...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te amar...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te amar loucamente...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te abraçar com força...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te amar meigamente...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te fazer festas...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te amar normalmente..&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de Nós!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5733247349938686840?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5733247349938686840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5733247349938686840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5733247349938686840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5733247349938686840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2008/01/porque-gosto.html' title='Porque Gosto'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R5-AJySgImI/AAAAAAAAAEg/feMxw4erZoo/s72-c/DSC05263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1028258073257618364</id><published>2007-12-09T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:37:10.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque não é só a Disney que cria Histórias de encantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R1xt0v57zVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2dhTmcl3Vkk/s1600-h/DSC07284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142105627530349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R1xt0v57zVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2dhTmcl3Vkk/s400/DSC07284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Though the world will tell you its not smart&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;The world can be yours if you let your heart believe in ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder your heart feels its flying&lt;br /&gt;Your head feels its spinning&lt;br /&gt;Each happy ending's a brand new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be enchanted&lt;br /&gt;You just might break through to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Forever could even start today&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just one wish away&lt;br /&gt;Your ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Ever Ever After&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/2687442724644820204-1028258073257618364?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1028258073257618364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1028258073257618364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1028258073257618364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1028258073257618364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/12/porque-no-s-disney-que-cria-histrias-de.html' title='Porque não é só a Disney que cria Histórias de encantar'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/R1xt0v57zVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2dhTmcl3Vkk/s72-c/DSC07284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-2682261622894213682</id><published>2007-11-05T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:03:51.928Z</updated><title type='text'>ADORO-NOS=]*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Ry7ngioKKpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eNC3So2t-rQ/s1600-h/DSC05270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129291571858647698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Ry7ngioKKpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eNC3So2t-rQ/s400/DSC05270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosto tanto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te a mão...&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir que vais estar sempre ao meu lado aconteça o que acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir que o teu coração explode de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro tocar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sentir o que sinto por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro que o sintas igualmente por mim...&lt;br /&gt;E tantas outras coisas que queria dizer mas não consigo porque não há palavras que descrevam...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo-te...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Depois...&lt;br /&gt;E depois...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-2682261622894213682?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/2682261622894213682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=2682261622894213682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2682261622894213682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/2682261622894213682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/11/adoro-nos.html' title='ADORO-NOS=]*'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Ry7ngioKKpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eNC3So2t-rQ/s72-c/DSC05270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4809495166330984734</id><published>2007-10-27T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:18:48.121Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque preciso de te ver sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RyKNQyoKKoI/AAAAAAAAADs/RB64rG5PNF4/s1600-h/DSC05570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125814645508680322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RyKNQyoKKoI/AAAAAAAAADs/RB64rG5PNF4/s400/DSC05570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de te saber feliz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de sentir que te faço feliz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de não pensar mais na pergunta daquele refrão dos evanescence.. "good enough"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de ver esse sorriso lindo quando te digo que te amo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de receber as tuas cocegas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de dar gargalhada a seguir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso que me ames.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de ti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de te fazer feliz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preciso de te fazer sorrir...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4809495166330984734?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4809495166330984734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4809495166330984734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4809495166330984734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4809495166330984734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/10/porque-preciso-de-te-ver-sorrir.html' title='Porque preciso de te ver sorrir'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RyKNQyoKKoI/AAAAAAAAADs/RB64rG5PNF4/s72-c/DSC05570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-610936977432228750</id><published>2007-09-04T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:48:37.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque foram as melhores férias de sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rtyqq0Wwk5I/AAAAAAAAADY/9WEiyP_GJBI/s1600-h/DSC05323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106143730116629394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rtyqq0Wwk5I/AAAAAAAAADY/9WEiyP_GJBI/s400/DSC05323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verão 2007- As melhores ferias de sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram optimas estas férias, amigos, pais, calor, praia, noite,aviões.. mas principalmente porque ao meu lado estava, adivinhem quem? ... a miuda mais fantastica do mundo.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquela miuda que não tensiono largar, com quem sou feliz todo o minuto, com quem, apesar dos pequenos atritos normais das relaçoes saudáveis, me entendo na perfeição.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficam as saudades das ferias.. para o ano haverá mais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Amo-te, és essencial.. =) Sem ti jamais teriam sido as melhores férias de sempre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-610936977432228750?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/610936977432228750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=610936977432228750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/610936977432228750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/610936977432228750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/09/porque-foram-as-melhores-frias-de.html' title='Porque foram as melhores férias de sempre'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rtyqq0Wwk5I/AAAAAAAAADY/9WEiyP_GJBI/s72-c/DSC05323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4701854405817546349</id><published>2007-07-25T21:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:03:09.714Z</updated><title type='text'>porque a saudade e uma m****</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RqfIRCkBN9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VX45k3lDcV0/s1600-h/DSC05280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091258098836912082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RqfIRCkBN9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VX45k3lDcV0/s400/DSC05280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ter saudades do nosso mundinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4701854405817546349?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4701854405817546349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4701854405817546349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4701854405817546349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4701854405817546349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/07/porque-saudade-e-uma-m.html' title='porque a saudade e uma m****'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RqfIRCkBN9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VX45k3lDcV0/s72-c/DSC05280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8938891988991758991</id><published>2007-07-11T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:35:10.158Z</updated><title type='text'>wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RpU9ylrYWxI/AAAAAAAAADI/3L_bRmvZRno/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086039293501659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RpU9ylrYWxI/AAAAAAAAADI/3L_bRmvZRno/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ai ai... como é que um miúdo tão lindo como tu foi gostar duma parva como eu... n percebo devias estar bem distraido! Adoro esta foto=P mas gosto muuuuito mais de ti ao vivo sem dúvida! Falas, dás beijinhos, dizes coisas queridas do tipo... n n vou dizer se n tu zangas-te comigo... mas... sim e bem melhor ter-te ao pé de mim a fazer disparates para eu me rir, a dizer parvoices, a confortares-me quando n estou muito contente e muito mais...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isto só prova que a beleza n é tudo e que n me servia de nada ter um namorado tão lindo como tu se faltasse o resto...se n fosse como tu realmente és! És prefeito para mim mesmo que digas que estás gordo ou tens o nariz grande...isso n me importa nada, já te disse que te amo mesmo às bolinhas=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te@@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;joana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8938891988991758991?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8938891988991758991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8938891988991758991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8938891988991758991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8938891988991758991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/07/wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow.html' title='wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow =)'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RpU9ylrYWxI/AAAAAAAAADI/3L_bRmvZRno/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-5472524062140990494</id><published>2007-07-07T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:46:59.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor sem escárnio nem mal dizer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Ro-LGFrYWwI/AAAAAAAAADA/OPLipPvAOXA/s1600-h/DSC05705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084435441044183810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Ro-LGFrYWwI/AAAAAAAAADA/OPLipPvAOXA/s400/DSC05705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ela diz que me adora quando a noite vai a meio, eu sinto-me melhor pessoa, menos fraco, feio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu és doce eu sou guloso"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Menina dos meus olhos, doce como o mel, palavra puxa palavra e põe-me disponivel para amar, para tocar tudo aquilo que me seja sensivel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mata-me de novo, só mais um bocadinho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nunca pensei que pudesse sentir tanta saudade, só tu me podias acalmar neste momento, acredita!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vou levar-te para casa, tomar conta de ti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Faz-me rir e eu prometo que não te faço chorar, trata bem de mim eu bem de ti vou tratar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"És Joaninha de nome mas ja vejo uma mulher, venha o que vier o amor é incondicional, podes contar comigo quando tudo te parecer mal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca me deixes preciso de ti, o amor é uma loucura e tu precisas de mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quero ficar contigo agora e para sempre, nadar no teu corpo eternamente. Meus sonhos os teus serão, teus sonhos os meus serão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lyrics by Da Weasel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-5472524062140990494?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/5472524062140990494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=5472524062140990494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5472524062140990494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/5472524062140990494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/07/amor-sem-escrnio-nem-mal-dizer.html' title='Amor sem escárnio nem mal dizer.'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Ro-LGFrYWwI/AAAAAAAAADA/OPLipPvAOXA/s72-c/DSC05705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6156837413927791532</id><published>2007-06-26T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:46:08.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Our Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RoGRbtQJLeI/AAAAAAAAACw/ngvmZRU706k/s1600-h/DSC06554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080501759840431586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RoGRbtQJLeI/AAAAAAAAACw/ngvmZRU706k/s400/DSC06554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi a loucura, como as nossas caras sugerem (lol) , um concerto sempre a abrir, quase sem tempo para respirar, ou para sequer um beijinho ou outro =P… Foi um concerto ensurdecedor, e mais um grande momento juntos, mais um concerto juntos! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David e Joana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama- My chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,Mama, we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we go don't blame us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We let this fire just bathe us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You made us, oh, so famous.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never let you go.And when you go don't return to me my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're meant for the flies.&lt;br /&gt;And right now they're building a coffin your size,Mama, we're all full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,You should've raised a baby girl,I should've been a better son.&lt;br /&gt;If you could counter the infection they can amputate at once.&lt;br /&gt;You should’ve been,I could've been a better son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we go don't blame us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We let this fire just bathe us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You made us, oh, so famous.We’ll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You ain't no son of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what you've done there,&lt;br /&gt;They'll find a place for you,&lt;br /&gt;And just you mind your manners when you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you go, don't you return to me, my love.&lt;br /&gt;’That's right.Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell,Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama, mamaMama, mama, mama,&lt;br /&gt;[Liza Minelli:] and if you would call me your sweetheart,I'd maybe then sing you a song.&lt;br /&gt;[Gerard:] but there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,you would cry out your eyes all along.&lt;br /&gt;We're damned after all.Through fortune and fame we fall.And if you can say that I’ll show you the way,And return to the ashes you call.&lt;br /&gt;We all carry on (We all carry on)When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)&lt;br /&gt;So raise your glass highFor tomorrow we die,And return from the ashes you call."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-6156837413927791532?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6156837413927791532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6156837413927791532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6156837413927791532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6156837413927791532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-chemical-romance.html' title='Our Chemical Romance'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RoGRbtQJLeI/AAAAAAAAACw/ngvmZRU706k/s72-c/DSC06554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-8397983951290357973</id><published>2007-06-16T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:46:00.179Z</updated><title type='text'>Zangados!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RnRGgNQJLdI/AAAAAAAAACo/7rcyA16HS7c/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076760199080521170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RnRGgNQJLdI/AAAAAAAAACo/7rcyA16HS7c/s400/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos zangados!!! DE VEZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditam!!! ora vejam!! a foto comprova!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, se ´não acreditaram fizeram bem! porque nós não conseguimos ficar xateados, pelo menos por muito tempo, é contra natura e uma perda de tempo!! todo o tempo k temos ja parece tão pouco ainda o iamos gastar xateados?! Não nos parece!!&lt;br /&gt;É sempre tao dificil ficarmos zangados kom alguem d kem gostamos muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David e Joana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tentem ter uma namorada com o sorriso da minha, tentem ter uma namorada com o olhar da minha, tentem ter uma namorada fantasticamente compreensiva como a minha e depois tentem chatear-se com ela. Não conseguem! Primeiro: não conseguem encontrar uma namorada com estas características. Segundo: mesmo que a encontrassem jamais se conseguiriam chatear com ela por muito tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para ficar chateada com um miúdo tão amoroso como o David.&lt;br /&gt;Se já é difícil ficar longe dele normalmente, ficar longe e zangada é bem pior... ou ficar longe por estar zangada... IMPOSSÍVEL!&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ficar muito tempo zangada com as pessoas que eu adoro... posso aborrecer-me mas isso passa bem rápido quando estou com elas! É isso que acontece com o David... é praticamente impossível olhar para a cara dele e não fazer logo as pazes... ele é irresistível=)&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando adormece e me deixa pendurada em casa quase a morrer de susto... mas depois também só o ameacei de morte...&lt;br /&gt;Consigo contar pelos dedos duma só mão as vezes que ficámos zangados...&lt;br /&gt;Causas: "porque está sol", como diz a Filipa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-8397983951290357973?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/8397983951290357973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=8397983951290357973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8397983951290357973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/8397983951290357973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/06/estamos-zangados-de-vez-no-acreditam.html' title='Zangados!!!'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RnRGgNQJLdI/AAAAAAAAACo/7rcyA16HS7c/s72-c/DSC05214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7493058221309595525</id><published>2007-06-07T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:54:15.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Vou tomar conta de ti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rmg1tdQJLcI/AAAAAAAAACg/uy9NAeusJDM/s1600-h/DSC05128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073364035295587778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rmg1tdQJLcI/AAAAAAAAACg/uy9NAeusJDM/s400/DSC05128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou tomar conta de ti.. deixas? =)&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;ps: foto tirada no jantar de finalistas pela Inês Barros, mais um perfect moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-7493058221309595525?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7493058221309595525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7493058221309595525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7493058221309595525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7493058221309595525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/06/vou-tomar-conta-de-ti.html' title='Vou tomar conta de ti..'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rmg1tdQJLcI/AAAAAAAAACg/uy9NAeusJDM/s72-c/DSC05128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6282075348723644162</id><published>2007-06-02T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:54:17.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque encaixamos e somos gulosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RmHm0QGYd0I/AAAAAAAAACY/gy_8cwE9eQU/s1600-h/anos+david+2007+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071588440745211714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RmHm0QGYd0I/AAAAAAAAACY/gy_8cwE9eQU/s400/anos+david+2007+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provavelmente ninguém vai entender este post, so nós, mas tardes assim não passam em branco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta passou em azul,&lt;br /&gt;filme que fica a meio,&lt;br /&gt;Riscas vermelhas, brancas (creme talvez) e cinzentas ,&lt;br /&gt;Umbigo, sorrisos, silencios,&lt;br /&gt;emoção, risos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, paixao&lt;br /&gt;Nós os dois em mais um perfect moment no nosso mundinho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relogio.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-6282075348723644162?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6282075348723644162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6282075348723644162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6282075348723644162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6282075348723644162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/06/porque-encaixamos-e-somos-gulosos.html' title='Porque encaixamos e somos gulosos'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RmHm0QGYd0I/AAAAAAAAACY/gy_8cwE9eQU/s72-c/anos+david+2007+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6859138035201179241</id><published>2007-05-26T03:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-26T03:42:27.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rler8PdEhRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HeprWpqAjLA/s1600-h/25+de+Abril+de+2007+0520001modified.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068708957057746194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rler8PdEhRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HeprWpqAjLA/s400/25+de+Abril+de+2007+0520001modified.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RlerUPdEhQI/AAAAAAAAABw/_UHYuVrRaIc/s1600-h/18+aninhos+152a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068708269862978818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RlerUPdEhQI/AAAAAAAAABw/_UHYuVrRaIc/s400/18+aninhos+152a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. os teus olhos são normais aos olhos de quem olha mas não aos olhos de quem vê... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&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/2687442724644820204-6859138035201179241?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6859138035201179241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6859138035201179241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6859138035201179241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6859138035201179241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque.html' title='Porque...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rler8PdEhRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HeprWpqAjLA/s72-c/25+de+Abril+de+2007+0520001modified.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4757251312125291038</id><published>2007-05-20T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:06:22.551Z</updated><title type='text'>porque "Só tinha de ser com voçê"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RlCNqfdEhPI/AAAAAAAAABo/2qeVLEZ2wDM/s1600-h/just+wonderfull+beauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066705341929260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RlCNqfdEhPI/AAAAAAAAABo/2qeVLEZ2wDM/s400/just+wonderfull+beauty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"É, só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Quanto amor eu guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que era só prá você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, só tinha de ser com você&lt;br /&gt;Havia de ser prá você&lt;br /&gt;Senão era mais uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Senão não seria o amor&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que a gente não vê&lt;br /&gt;O amor que chegou para dar&lt;br /&gt;O que ninguém deu pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, você que é feita de azul&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa morar nesse azul&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa encontrar minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Você que é bonita demais&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos pudesse saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sempre fui só de você&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre foi só de mim "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOBIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4757251312125291038?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4757251312125291038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4757251312125291038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4757251312125291038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4757251312125291038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque-s-tinha-de-ser-com-vo.html' title='porque &quot;Só tinha de ser com voçê&quot;'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RlCNqfdEhPI/AAAAAAAAABo/2qeVLEZ2wDM/s72-c/just+wonderfull+beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1873693356197028592</id><published>2007-05-19T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:27:55.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Impossible's nothing?? maybe not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rk95mvdEhOI/AAAAAAAAABg/g54fxyhGlLQ/s1600-h/our+love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066401812295484642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rk95mvdEhOI/AAAAAAAAABg/g54fxyhGlLQ/s400/our+love2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa destas tardes, numa estação de metro pensámos: "O mundo é tão grande... encontrámo-nos, apaixonámo-nos, amamo-nos.. temos uma relação tão perfeita, realmente tivemos muita sorte! Mas também tivemos muito mérito: arriscámos, apostámos, contruimos.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo nossas as palavras de Alguém, que merece letra maiúscula, um amigo nosso, tivemos a "maior sorte do mundo!" aliada a uma estranha e peculiar competência para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar uma pessoa certa, de quem não nos conseguimos separar, e de quem gostamos tanto que nao conseguimos traduzir esse sentimento em palavras, apenas em acções...nunca foi fácil... mas nao é impossivel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como descrever tudo isto? Como descrever uma relação assim? Isso sim é Impossível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque existem momentos perfeitos que só nós sabemos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1873693356197028592?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1873693356197028592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1873693356197028592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1873693356197028592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1873693356197028592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/impossibles-nothing-maybe-not_19.html' title='Impossible&apos;s nothing?? maybe not...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rk95mvdEhOI/AAAAAAAAABg/g54fxyhGlLQ/s72-c/our+love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-6895907774657933560</id><published>2007-05-14T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:27:34.478Z</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkjiKnOwxhI/AAAAAAAAABM/J6M8_j-bG-w/s1600-h/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064546452935591442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkjiKnOwxhI/AAAAAAAAABM/J6M8_j-bG-w/s400/DSC04862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso estar entre mil pessoas mas estou sozinha... porque não estás comigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;"A solidão não é estar sozinho, é estar entre muitas pessoas e sentir a falta de uma!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Joana&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/2687442724644820204-6895907774657933560?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/6895907774657933560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=6895907774657933560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6895907774657933560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/6895907774657933560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkjiKnOwxhI/AAAAAAAAABM/J6M8_j-bG-w/s72-c/DSC04862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-463210031469654408</id><published>2007-05-14T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:05:33.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Pq as noites são mais interessantes contigo por perto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkjOv3OwxgI/AAAAAAAAABE/dhIcaMAcjLs/s1600-h/DSC05041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064525102653163010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkjOv3OwxgI/AAAAAAAAABE/dhIcaMAcjLs/s400/DSC05041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As noites são sempre melhores contigo por perto&lt;br /&gt;Os concertos são sempre melhores contigo por perto&lt;br /&gt;O cinema é sempre melhor contigo por perto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o resto e melhor contigo por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é melhor contigo BEM perto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-463210031469654408?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/463210031469654408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=463210031469654408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/463210031469654408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/463210031469654408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/pq-as-noites-so-mais-interessantes.html' title='Pq as noites são mais interessantes contigo por perto..'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkjOv3OwxgI/AAAAAAAAABE/dhIcaMAcjLs/s72-c/DSC05041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-3313719841972517043</id><published>2007-05-10T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:49:59.500Z</updated><title type='text'>GOSTO MUITO DE TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkORvnOwxfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/USvqN0IFvA4/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063050653265348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkORvnOwxfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/USvqN0IFvA4/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabes uma coisa? gosto muito de ti...! eu sei que passo a vida a dizer isto, e ás vezes até me canso de me ouvir, não por estar farta de dizer, mas por não conseguir controlar as vezes que o digo! Mas acho que isto não te preocupa muito... só prova que gosto cada vez mais de ti... today less than tomorrow and more than yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Esta foto foi uma das ideias mais geniais que já tivemos juntos até hoje=) está simples, artística (na minha modesta opinião claro!) e sobretudo mostra que partilhamos um coração: o nosso amor! =D @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joana&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/2687442724644820204-3313719841972517043?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/3313719841972517043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=3313719841972517043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3313719841972517043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/3313719841972517043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/gosto-muito-de-ti.html' title='GOSTO MUITO DE TI'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkORvnOwxfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/USvqN0IFvA4/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-4734457606237516414</id><published>2007-05-08T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:11:07.337Z</updated><title type='text'>Receita mágica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkDygXOwxeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8gDkXBt30U/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062312618970105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkDygXOwxeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8gDkXBt30U/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 sorriso Apaziguador&lt;br /&gt;1 beijo Doce&lt;br /&gt;1 Olhar terno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 coRpo acolhedOr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - abraço protector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 pessoas, Tu e Eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 amor incondicional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que 1211111 momentos perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-4734457606237516414?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/4734457606237516414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=4734457606237516414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4734457606237516414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/4734457606237516414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/receita-mgica.html' title='Receita mágica'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RkDygXOwxeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8gDkXBt30U/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-1470421463882123865</id><published>2007-05-06T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:03:59.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rj1Ea3OwxdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZC7CTIq3Cjo/s1600-h/belem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061276784527459794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rj1Ea3OwxdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZC7CTIq3Cjo/s400/belem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro esta foto…e acho que também posso falar pelo David, apesar d ele ter ficado cortado ficou bem…es lindo de qualquer maneira=) lool Esta foto traduz perfeitamente o que sentimos um pelo outro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem por aí muitas pessoas que não dão valor ao facto de encontrar alguém que goste delas como elas gostam desse alguém…eu já fui uma dessas pessoas, mas agora percebo como isso as vezes pode ser tão raro e especial, principalmente quando os sentimentos são sinceros e verdadeiros…sim também não podemos dar troco a todas as pessoas que se cruzam no nosso caminho e nos dizem que gostam de nós porque as vezes as coisas não são bem assim! É certo que é difícil muitas vezes saber se alguém está a ser sincero ou não e isso também depende muito da sorte que se tem. Digamos que neste caso posso considerar-me uma pessoa bastante sortuda=) Tenho o melhor namorado do mundo!=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687442724644820204-1470421463882123865?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/1470421463882123865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=1470421463882123865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1470421463882123865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/1470421463882123865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos..'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/Rj1Ea3OwxdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZC7CTIq3Cjo/s72-c/belem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-7738011335011496745</id><published>2007-05-02T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:59:45.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a (perfect) moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjkQtHOwxcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VBfYzlTlzKI/s1600-h/25+de+Abril+de+2007+0560046modified.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060094023548585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjkQtHOwxcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VBfYzlTlzKI/s400/25+de+Abril+de+2007+0560046modified.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta é uma das nossas musicas perferiadas pelo facto de traduzir aquilo que sentimos, principalmente o referão! Foi banda sonora de vários momentos perfeitos e continua a inundar os nossos ouvidos de recordações e emoções fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanging by a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Starving for truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Closer to where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chasing after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all I'm lacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Completely incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll take your invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IF You take all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing ELSE to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's nothing in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That could change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is nothing else…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is nothing else…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Starving for truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Closer to where I’ve started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chasing after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the only thing i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what I'm diving into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just hanging by a moment(here with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanging by a moment…(here with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanging by a moment...(here with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanging by a moment here with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;by Lifehouse&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/2687442724644820204-7738011335011496745?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/7738011335011496745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=7738011335011496745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7738011335011496745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/7738011335011496745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/05/hanging-by-perfect-moment.html' title='Hanging by a (perfect) moment'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjkQtHOwxcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VBfYzlTlzKI/s72-c/25+de+Abril+de+2007+0560046modified.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687442724644820204.post-113656422930185668</id><published>2007-04-26T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:41:08.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjExInOwxaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MP3f2uBIYeA/s1600-h/20-07-05+-+Sessao+zoo+2+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057877880553391522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjExInOwxaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MP3f2uBIYeA/s400/20-07-05+-+Sessao+zoo+2+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjEvy3OwxZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p2rTZ5n7DAc/s1600-h/20-07-05+-+Sessao+zoo+2+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era uma vez, um David e uma Joana. Estavam eles muito bem em Belém e decidiram fazer um blog, um blog sobre o quê? Perguntam vocês. Um blog sobre eles claro! Sobre a relação que têm e os momentos perfeitos que passam juntos. (sim! PORQUE HÁ MOMENTOS PERFEITOS!)&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos são as pessoas que os fazem, e se duas pessoas apaixonadas estão juntas, e recorrendo a teoria NEPATA ( Ninguém É Perfeito Até Te Apaixonares) então esses momentos só podem ser perfeitos!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a história destas duas personagens começou há muuuuito muito tempo atrás, na festa da fada madrinha! A Inês! Na centenária pasta café, no longíquo reino do Parque das nações!&lt;br /&gt;David desde logo sentiu um carinho especial pela Joana… Andaram de patins, passearam, foram a praia, cinema, até houve alguns sobressaltos, xutos e pontapés pelo meio. Mas finalmente, eis que no dia 24-03-2006 houve um beijo, e a partir dai David e Joana tornaram-se namorados inseparáveis!&lt;br /&gt;Passou um ano e um mês desde então. E este blog pretende ilustrar com fotos e alguns textos ALGUNS desses momentos perfeitos! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana e David&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/2687442724644820204-113656422930185668?l=porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/feeds/113656422930185668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687442724644820204&amp;postID=113656422930185668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/113656422930185668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687442724644820204/posts/default/113656422930185668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porque-gosto-de-ti.blogspot.com/2007/04/era-uma-vez.html' title='Era uma vez...'/><author><name>monstros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000987010852866187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSCKoTaj7oY/RjExInOwxaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MP3f2uBIYeA/s72-c/20-07-05+-+Sessao+zoo+2+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
