<?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-8938647767805898645</id><updated>2012-01-11T19:20:07.337Z</updated><title type='text'>Aroma a Jasmim</title><subtitle type='html'>Sou aquilo que perdi... (Pessoa)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-484540118894007167</id><published>2011-03-21T20:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:57:03.881Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ySWg-UzSOQ/TYe7gM73TzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/T24PefB9dOc/s1600/foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ySWg-UzSOQ/TYe7gM73TzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/T24PefB9dOc/s320/foto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586640024678911794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me deslizar pelas curvas do teu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Salivar cada recanto da tua pele...&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçar as minhas pernas em torno da tua anca...&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me levar na loucura dos teus instintos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me respirar a fragrância que os nossos corpos em êxtase exalam...&lt;br /&gt;Percorrer em delírio com as minhas mãos a tua pele... a minha... &lt;br /&gt;Ofegar o prazer de te ter no mesmo espaço que eu... em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o sangue a pulsar pelas minhas entranhas... desejando-te com volúpia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-484540118894007167?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/484540118894007167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=484540118894007167&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/484540118894007167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/484540118894007167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2011/03/apetece-me-deslizar-pelas-curvas-do-teu.html' title='Apetece-me...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ySWg-UzSOQ/TYe7gM73TzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/T24PefB9dOc/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3765771666772507986</id><published>2011-02-27T18:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:08:04.735Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAzuECz22uI/TWqhBiE96rI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VaNWBqpqKZ8/s1600/4201700%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAzuECz22uI/TWqhBiE96rI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VaNWBqpqKZ8/s320/4201700%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578448136151362226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades das tuas mãos a controlarem os estímulos do meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;A volúpia do teu ser a encarnar nos delírios das minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele quase a atingir a dor de tanto desejo pulsado por cada poro...&lt;br /&gt;Os gritos estagnados na voz que não se coordena com a respiração ofegante...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do sangue a ferver em mim... em ti... onde ninguém nos vê...onde ninguém nos ouve...onde as estrelas nos revelam as sombras dos nossos corpos...&lt;br /&gt;Onde te palpo...onde te toco...onde te imploro o prazer que só tu sabes provocar em mim...&lt;br /&gt;As fragrâncias fundidas de nós, encharcados, emaranhados de loucuras, culminados entre o delírio do bom que é ser-mos um do outro...&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3765771666772507986?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3765771666772507986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3765771666772507986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3765771666772507986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3765771666772507986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2011/02/saudades-das-tuas-maos-controlarem-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAzuECz22uI/TWqhBiE96rI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VaNWBqpqKZ8/s72-c/4201700%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-9140659495508225483</id><published>2010-11-04T22:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:04:54.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Ira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TNM7zWFhdKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qwlrv5KYbNg/s1600/4094559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TNM7zWFhdKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qwlrv5KYbNg/s320/4094559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535834120256582818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na penumbra da minha alma, dissipam-se os meus sentires...&lt;br /&gt;Fixo o olhar no vazio, imploro ao silêncio que me estrangule os pensamentos nefastos...&lt;br /&gt;Meus dedos agitados percorrem as lágrimas que ressecam minha pele do rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Soluço a raiva que me invade o âmago...&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me na dor que consome as minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;No céu medonho abrem-se fendas que parecem querer engolir-me...&lt;br /&gt;Aconchego-me no chão pétreo e sinto a solidão a devorar-me...&lt;br /&gt;Tento mover-me em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Faltam-me as forças, sinto-me fraca, pequena, uma mísera gota num mar imenso de águas turvas...&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me conter a ira, sussegar a alma, repirar lentamente e tentar atenuar este fustigante sentir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-9140659495508225483?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/9140659495508225483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=9140659495508225483&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9140659495508225483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9140659495508225483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/11/ira.html' title='Ira...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TNM7zWFhdKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qwlrv5KYbNg/s72-c/4094559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2099795445888594513</id><published>2010-09-03T22:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:16:59.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na ponta dos meus dedos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TIFxxnGVUeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2pNmMc_99m8/s1600/341228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TIFxxnGVUeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2pNmMc_99m8/s320/341228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512812516001272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto de:ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;No meu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;O teu toque...&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;A tua língua a percorrer cada centímetro da minha pele...&lt;br /&gt;Num aperto de saudade, num desespero pela falta que me fazes...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro com meus dedos o meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;A suavidade do tecido que protege a minha carne...&lt;br /&gt;As minhas veias pulsam o sangue fervilhante que me faz sentir viva...&lt;br /&gt;Coabita em mim o desejo e a loucura de te querer...&lt;br /&gt;Palpo as minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto todo um maranhar de emoções à flor de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso que adorna o meu rosto, num impacto de arrepios e tremores que me balouçam num orgasmo insaciável...&lt;br /&gt;Tive-te aqui... Agora... Na ponta dos meus dedos...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2099795445888594513?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2099795445888594513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2099795445888594513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2099795445888594513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2099795445888594513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/09/foto-deabrito-no-meu-corpo.html' title='Na ponta dos meus dedos...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TIFxxnGVUeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2pNmMc_99m8/s72-c/341228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6469404899977834624</id><published>2010-06-16T01:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:15:17.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUumCAPeE0w&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/VUumCAPeE0w&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6469404899977834624?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6469404899977834624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6469404899977834624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6469404899977834624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6469404899977834624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6411154480516983244</id><published>2010-06-01T13:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:02:14.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TAUEkove7uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RhekWv8PsO0/s1600/44090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TAUEkove7uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RhekWv8PsO0/s320/44090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477789549224455906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida nos sentires da minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;grito sufocado que me arrasta ao insane,&lt;br /&gt;devoro cada lágrima que teima em se albergar no meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;tento controlar a vontade insolente de abalroar tudo o que se cruze no meu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o meu sangue a percorrer desalmadamente o meu corpo...fervente, descompassado, jorrando ira por cada artéria que consome...&lt;br /&gt;Nefasto sintoma que me altera os sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Denoto-me a perder a sensibilidade, palpo a frieza das minhas atitudes justificando-a com a tua indiferença...&lt;br /&gt;Meu âmago baloiça sem rumo, confuso, estrangulado por um núcleo de sentimentos, uns esteriotipados outros adquiridos pelas circuntâncias...&lt;br /&gt;O meu eufemismo entrou em declínio, tudo começa a ser preto no branco, a suavidade nas palavras deixou de coexistir com alguma frontalidade que me caracteriza, hoje sinto que as cores rosadas não fazem mais sentido, de nada vale tentar ser doce, pensar nas palavras antes de as proferir para não causar qualquer dano colateral...&lt;br /&gt;O positivo é que a cada passo me sinto mais eu... &lt;br /&gt;Paralelamente a provocação, a ira, despertam em mim a segurança, sinto-me mais firme, mais sóbria nas atitudes, não permito que me contundem por etapas, como se os meus sentimentos pudessem ser postos à prova!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6411154480516983244?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6411154480516983244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6411154480516983244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6411154480516983244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6411154480516983244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TAUEkove7uI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RhekWv8PsO0/s72-c/44090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7716204934467341076</id><published>2010-05-31T10:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:13:54.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TAN9qKrqgiI/AAAAAAAAATs/hp1nFJ3Izno/s1600/s%25F3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TAN9qKrqgiI/AAAAAAAAATs/hp1nFJ3Izno/s320/s%25F3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477359735188128290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es increíble como alguien puede romper tu corazón, y sin embargo sigues amándole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7716204934467341076?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7716204934467341076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7716204934467341076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7716204934467341076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7716204934467341076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_31.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/TAN9qKrqgiI/AAAAAAAAATs/hp1nFJ3Izno/s72-c/s%25F3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8611203254880355348</id><published>2010-05-18T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:51:20.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S_MLSGPBTqI/AAAAAAAAATk/tTlE_GmmV6I/s1600/3428467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S_MLSGPBTqI/AAAAAAAAATk/tTlE_GmmV6I/s320/3428467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472730377724448418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este "VAZIO" sufoca-me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-8611203254880355348?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8611203254880355348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8611203254880355348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8611203254880355348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8611203254880355348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/05/este-vazio-sufoca-me.html' title='Grrrrrr...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S_MLSGPBTqI/AAAAAAAAATk/tTlE_GmmV6I/s72-c/3428467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4249338996471584168</id><published>2010-05-12T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:29:15.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)... No me dejes caer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qExd-3oCTl4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/qExd-3oCTl4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4249338996471584168?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4249338996471584168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4249338996471584168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4249338996471584168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4249338996471584168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)... No me dejes caer...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-854635513884459447</id><published>2010-05-10T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:19:19.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apetece-me fugir para bem longe e gritar até rasgar a minha voz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-854635513884459447?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/854635513884459447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=854635513884459447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/854635513884459447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/854635513884459447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/05/vazio.html' title='Vazio...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2678928751365051606</id><published>2010-04-22T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:21:49.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Presa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S9DLuBnjowI/AAAAAAAAATc/Tz94zyTd1I0/s1600/1029117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S9DLuBnjowI/AAAAAAAAATc/Tz94zyTd1I0/s320/1029117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463090339569181442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que a vontade de gritar estrangula meu âmago,&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos partir o céu resolveria todos os meus caprichos insanes, &lt;br /&gt;Apetecia-me isolar-me do mundo por tempo indeterminado,&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos e sentir o escuro como amparo,&lt;br /&gt;Divagar palavras sem sentido, crueis, insensiveis, de ofença...&lt;br /&gt;Correr estrada fora sem destino, perder-me, perder-te, desencontrar-me do caminho que tenho a seguir...&lt;br /&gt;Quisera eu alterar os pensamentos nefastos que me assolam a alma, ficar em paz, tranquila, ter-me de novo em equílibrio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2678928751365051606?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2678928751365051606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2678928751365051606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2678928751365051606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2678928751365051606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/04/presa.html' title='Presa...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S9DLuBnjowI/AAAAAAAAATc/Tz94zyTd1I0/s72-c/1029117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5745516984484940259</id><published>2010-04-16T22:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:44:11.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S8jZVTdqY9I/AAAAAAAAATU/JabM-9vYi5Q/s1600/1346081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S8jZVTdqY9I/AAAAAAAAATU/JabM-9vYi5Q/s320/1346081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460853508211893202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palpa-me o corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Sente-me a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Beija a pele que traz teu cheiro tatuado...&lt;br /&gt;Solta palavras de prazer ao meu ouvido...&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-me em ti para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso, a tranquilidade, o meu sentir pertence ao Amor que te sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Ao saíres da minha vida, tudo ficará intocável...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos o meu brilho...&lt;br /&gt;A tua pele o meu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz a minha melodia...&lt;br /&gt;A tua presença a minha paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;O medo...&lt;br /&gt;O escuro...&lt;br /&gt;A incapacidade de continuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica em mim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de:ABrito)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5745516984484940259?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5745516984484940259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5745516984484940259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5745516984484940259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5745516984484940259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/04/palpa-me-o-corpo.html' title='Tu em mim...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S8jZVTdqY9I/AAAAAAAAATU/JabM-9vYi5Q/s72-c/1346081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-9205344869236403207</id><published>2010-04-16T21:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:37:49.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>Porque hoje os meus poros dissipam desejo, vontade, Amor... &lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade, a melancolia e a saudade provocam o meu lado meloso, carente, apaixonado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTGRdcNJN8o&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/NTGRdcNJN8o&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-9205344869236403207?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/9205344869236403207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=9205344869236403207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9205344869236403207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9205344869236403207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5964803474434293802</id><published>2010-04-09T22:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:29:12.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de ti Tim-Tim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S7-bXymjiCI/AAAAAAAAATE/1B5Rm-mdeBs/s1600/Lagrima-de-preta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S7-bXymjiCI/AAAAAAAAATE/1B5Rm-mdeBs/s320/Lagrima-de-preta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458252106419111970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto de: Desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite, perdi-me nas avenidas do meu Eu...&lt;br /&gt;Vagueei sem rumo...&lt;br /&gt;Tentei encontrar o que perdi...&lt;br /&gt;O olhar sereno, a tranquilidade...&lt;br /&gt;O Ser forte que vivia em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Revi-me inquieta, sem força... &lt;br /&gt;Gritei a necessidade de te ter aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te nas estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-te nas minhas lágrimas de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;É fustigante sentir-te ausente...&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui ainda esquecer o timbre da tua voz, o semblante que me dava orgulho vislumbrar...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso-te aqui Tim-Tim!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo urge... E continua a doer a ausência de alguém que me faz tanta falta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5964803474434293802?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5964803474434293802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5964803474434293802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5964803474434293802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5964803474434293802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/04/saudades-de-ti-tim-tim.html' title='Saudades de ti Tim-Tim...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S7-bXymjiCI/AAAAAAAAATE/1B5Rm-mdeBs/s72-c/Lagrima-de-preta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-943025017921988642</id><published>2010-03-30T20:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:16:59.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhnqwZxdWbg&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/XhnqwZxdWbg&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-943025017921988642?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/943025017921988642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=943025017921988642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/943025017921988642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/943025017921988642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5335891531517113188</id><published>2010-03-23T16:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:07:09.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S6j09k4YvcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V3x_HmPTwa8/s1600-h/corpos_nus_entrelacados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S6j09k4YvcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V3x_HmPTwa8/s320/corpos_nus_entrelacados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451876687641361858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue-me os passos...&lt;br /&gt;Perde-te comigo no caminho que percorro exausta...&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me com as tuas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Rebusca em mim o ensejo...&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o prazer da suavidade da tua pele, a doçura do néctar expelido pelas tuas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me ao êxtase, o meu corpo não consegue mais respeitar a decisão da minha mente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5335891531517113188?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5335891531517113188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5335891531517113188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5335891531517113188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5335891531517113188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/03/segue-me-os-passos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S6j09k4YvcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V3x_HmPTwa8/s72-c/corpos_nus_entrelacados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3636506030535372762</id><published>2010-02-26T14:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:50:32.078Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S4ffWocyzrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ehofgwyP0No/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S4ffWocyzrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ehofgwyP0No/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442564254608838322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Desconhecido)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3636506030535372762?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3636506030535372762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3636506030535372762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3636506030535372762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3636506030535372762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/02/desconhecido.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S4ffWocyzrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ehofgwyP0No/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7951131779597998628</id><published>2010-01-11T16:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:47:08.847Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S0tV4HW6RsI/AAAAAAAAASs/U8WZJARTtV0/s1600-h/3101483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S0tV4HW6RsI/AAAAAAAAASs/U8WZJARTtV0/s320/3101483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425524598634071746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baixo os braços, atiro as armas ao chão e espero... Espero que a terra se mova, que o mar me baloice e que o céu... Enfim se cubra de azul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7951131779597998628?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7951131779597998628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7951131779597998628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7951131779597998628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7951131779597998628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2010/01/baixo-os-bracos-atiro-as-armas-ao-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/S0tV4HW6RsI/AAAAAAAAASs/U8WZJARTtV0/s72-c/3101483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-449348882589303799</id><published>2009-12-30T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:12:59.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SzuJ2gCMhrI/AAAAAAAAASc/SSeE5cP2V9w/s1600-h/choro1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SzuJ2gCMhrI/AAAAAAAAASc/SSeE5cP2V9w/s320/choro1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421078145875609266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro manso... Porque, a saudade dói...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-449348882589303799?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/449348882589303799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=449348882589303799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/449348882589303799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/449348882589303799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SzuJ2gCMhrI/AAAAAAAAASc/SSeE5cP2V9w/s72-c/choro1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2820799097466627623</id><published>2009-12-14T13:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:41:28.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Vem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyZAAdGRkSI/AAAAAAAAASU/vmOlH-wjyW0/s1600-h/3106924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyZAAdGRkSI/AAAAAAAAASU/vmOlH-wjyW0/s320/3106924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415085978514723106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Decalca em mim o molde do teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Suado, &lt;br /&gt;Quente, &lt;br /&gt;Suave, &lt;br /&gt;Possesso de prazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Silencia as palavras e dá-me a suavidade da tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;Funde-a com a minha numa dança descompassada de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Subjuga a loucura que se apoderou de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem e leva-me para qualquer lado longe daqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2820799097466627623?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2820799097466627623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2820799097466627623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2820799097466627623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2820799097466627623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/vem.html' title='Vem...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyZAAdGRkSI/AAAAAAAAASU/vmOlH-wjyW0/s72-c/3106924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3242753301816475204</id><published>2009-12-12T15:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:39:42.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Desejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyO41nX1fhI/AAAAAAAAASM/ap1PHFEDLDE/s1600-h/3225131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyO41nX1fhI/AAAAAAAAASM/ap1PHFEDLDE/s320/3225131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374408271003154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto no corpo o pulsar da loucura a cada instante que te penso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3242753301816475204?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3242753301816475204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3242753301816475204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3242753301816475204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3242753301816475204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/desejo.html' title='Desejo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyO41nX1fhI/AAAAAAAAASM/ap1PHFEDLDE/s72-c/3225131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6231110075554369775</id><published>2009-12-11T14:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:51:46.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Zahir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyJcNT4VHRI/AAAAAAAAASE/EjJh5mA1AJk/s1600-h/3119433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyJcNT4VHRI/AAAAAAAAASE/EjJh5mA1AJk/s320/3119433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413991085797350674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nudez dos nossos corpos...&lt;br /&gt;A imagem ténue um do outro que a lua nos proporciona...&lt;br /&gt;O quente,&lt;br /&gt;O aroma suado da fusão dos nossos movimentos...&lt;br /&gt;A luxuria, a loucura...&lt;br /&gt;O olhar fixo um no outro,&lt;br /&gt;O apertar, &lt;br /&gt;O puxar,&lt;br /&gt;O desejo,&lt;br /&gt;A voz rouca,&lt;br /&gt;Os gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;O descompasso ofegante do prazer...&lt;br /&gt;O coração a pulsar em cada centímetro da nossa carne,&lt;br /&gt;Munidos de desejos, de vontades, de quereres...&lt;br /&gt;Êxtase,&lt;br /&gt;Limite,&lt;br /&gt;Uma e outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Tornaste-te no meu Zahir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6231110075554369775?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6231110075554369775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6231110075554369775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6231110075554369775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6231110075554369775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/zahir.html' title='Zahir'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyJcNT4VHRI/AAAAAAAAASE/EjJh5mA1AJk/s72-c/3119433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1874702362523644677</id><published>2009-12-10T13:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:51:22.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyD70KIPikI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VkVbzgpdcgU/s1600-h/2532305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyD70KIPikI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VkVbzgpdcgU/s320/2532305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413603625590032962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de: Paulo César)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Um toque,&lt;br /&gt;Um querer,&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiração ofegante&lt;br /&gt;O âmago na ponta dos dedos...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos em que o mundo nos pareceu parar&lt;br /&gt;Poros libertos da seiva da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Calor fundido pelos nossos corpos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixão inebriante&lt;br /&gt;Gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;Beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras soltas,&lt;br /&gt;Amantes,&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destemidos,&lt;br /&gt;Sequiosos,&lt;br /&gt;Insaciáveis,&lt;br /&gt;Loucos, &lt;br /&gt;Insanes...&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/8938647767805898645-1874702362523644677?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1874702362523644677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1874702362523644677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1874702362523644677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1874702362523644677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/nos.html' title='Nós...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SyD70KIPikI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VkVbzgpdcgU/s72-c/2532305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-244678290437493570</id><published>2009-12-09T13:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:35:52.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem rumo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Sx-nFHWpveI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CSeJRLFjsRk/s1600-h/3082471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Sx-nFHWpveI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CSeJRLFjsRk/s320/3082471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413228983437868514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto com absurdo a discrepância entre o meu âmago e a minha consciência...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um sentido que me acalme a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Rebusco razões que me conformem nos momentos nefastos que se ostentam em mim...&lt;br /&gt;As palavras tornaram-se vãs, os sentires demasiado controladores de mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;As razões perderam a sensatez, nada justifica, nada que possa encontrar me devolve sanidade às minhas atitudes perante o que quero atingir, perante o que sou e perante quem me rodeia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrou-se em mim o semblante mágico que tão bem revelava a forma de encarar, de coexistir comigo mesma, com os outros... Com a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou? Como me encontro? Perdi-me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-244678290437493570?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/244678290437493570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=244678290437493570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/244678290437493570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/244678290437493570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/sem-rumo.html' title='Sem rumo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Sx-nFHWpveI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CSeJRLFjsRk/s72-c/3082471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1665271595468567110</id><published>2009-12-07T01:40:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:38:45.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Chegada ao ermo...</title><content type='html'>(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Sxxfe8KWqMI/AAAAAAAAARs/x1b57tqQw2g/s1600-h/589484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Sxxfe8KWqMI/AAAAAAAAARs/x1b57tqQw2g/s320/589484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412305837342763202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Longe das palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Pairo no ermo do meu âmago...&lt;br /&gt;Perco o rumo...&lt;br /&gt;Defronto as incertezas...&lt;br /&gt;Rebusco nas páginas do passado a coragem que me dava alento...&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo que dou, decalco no chão pétreo fragilidades que de mim brotam a cada instante...&lt;br /&gt;Tomo o sulco da saudade...&lt;br /&gt;O néctar da derrota...&lt;br /&gt;A frustração de me dar por vencida, exausta...&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sem norte, debruço-me no abismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incontrolável o querer, o desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço-me fraca, ambígua...&lt;br /&gt;Degusto a insanidade, a impulsividade...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais onde se situa a saída do labirinto em que se tornou a minha existência...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1665271595468567110?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1665271595468567110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1665271595468567110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1665271595468567110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1665271595468567110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/12/chegada-ao-ermo.html' title='Chegada ao ermo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Sxxfe8KWqMI/AAAAAAAAARs/x1b57tqQw2g/s72-c/589484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5003711711011456834</id><published>2009-11-23T11:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:48:01.908Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Swp0FUl3siI/AAAAAAAAARM/mEAeCkViy9M/s1600/Nu85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Swp0FUl3siI/AAAAAAAAARM/mEAeCkViy9M/s320/Nu85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407261937387418146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que não estejas mais "aqui",&lt;br /&gt;O meu sol deixará de brilhar, as estrelas serão a companhia das minhas lágrimas nas noites frias, enquanto te penso!&lt;br /&gt;No rasto do sol seguirá a minha alegria, voará o meu sorriso, a musicalidade do meu corpo perder-se-á para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Os dias se tornarão longos demais, &lt;br /&gt;As noites medonhas bailoçarão minhas lágrimas tristes de saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Este corpo que é teu na íntegra, perderá a cada dia o equilíbrio, o sentido do esforço para continuar a viver cada dia intensamente!&lt;br /&gt;Vou pedir à terra o teu cheiro, aos pássaros que te levem os meus beijos e retornem a mim com o teu tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Soluço a saudade por tanto te querer...&lt;br /&gt;Angustia-me a ansiedade do incerto...&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo "aqui"!&lt;br /&gt;Grito insanemente no silêncio a vontade de querer prender-te em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque te quero assim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5003711711011456834?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5003711711011456834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5003711711011456834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5003711711011456834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5003711711011456834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-volta.html' title='Sem volta...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Swp0FUl3siI/AAAAAAAAARM/mEAeCkViy9M/s72-c/Nu85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1344379851052764762</id><published>2009-02-11T18:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:19:36.580Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu Mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SZMWOHpOGcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lqqFtO_8tB8/s1600-h/1556234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SZMWOHpOGcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lqqFtO_8tB8/s320/1556234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301605618171124162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de: ABrito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes o mundo parece pequeno demais...&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ínfima gota no oceano do tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Um perder de rasto, um não saber se existe ou se simplesmente em algum lugar perdido ficou...&lt;br /&gt;Das sombras, dos silêncios jamais esquecidos, renasce, surge de um nada, é como se o sol o trouxera, como se a lua sempre o tivesse em seu regaço sustentado...&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas, afirmações constantes, sorrisos inquietos, palavras vãs...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É como se fosse um inverno... inquieta-me, deixa-me melancólica, dá-me vontade de negá-lo... mas... faz-me falta, gosto que se faça sentir vivo, que me dê vida, que me envolva nos seus mistérios... Ironias de um destino agreste, de um tempo de provação que se aproxima a passos largos... Busco e rebusco em mim, no tempo passado e futuro, as forças, as certezas, a tranquilidade que o presente não me mostra...Espero...Vou esperando não sei o quê...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1344379851052764762?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1344379851052764762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1344379851052764762&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1344379851052764762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1344379851052764762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2009/02/foto-de-abrito-tantas-vezes-o-mundo.html' title='O meu Mundo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SZMWOHpOGcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lqqFtO_8tB8/s72-c/1556234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8388534813556594295</id><published>2008-09-15T15:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:06:04.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SM52g6oOuSI/AAAAAAAAALY/IJD5klXft6c/s1600-h/jeanloup-sieff-torses-nus-tierney-1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SM52g6oOuSI/AAAAAAAAALY/IJD5klXft6c/s320/jeanloup-sieff-torses-nus-tierney-1986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246260923799091490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um momento em que a disposição, o tempo e a inspiração não acontecem!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de vos ler, tenho saudades de sentir que me leram aqui... Mas o tempo corre, a vida vai mudado aos poucos e consoante as circunstâncias. Olho para o lado e não consigo mover-me para me sentir mais livre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando, mas sinto que vou voltar a "andar" por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmim*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-8388534813556594295?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8388534813556594295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8388534813556594295&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8388534813556594295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8388534813556594295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/09/momento.html' title='Momento...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SM52g6oOuSI/AAAAAAAAALY/IJD5klXft6c/s72-c/jeanloup-sieff-torses-nus-tierney-1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7913050858642819626</id><published>2008-06-20T16:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:15:54.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida nos sentires...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/180/1803774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/180/1803774.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida num choro manso...&lt;br /&gt;Inundada por um desejo fustigante,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;Palavras vãs, estrangulando o âmago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na carne o arrepio gélido,&lt;br /&gt;Na alma o semblante triste de um querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceste no momento impróprio,&lt;br /&gt;Na altura incorrecta dos sentires amedrontados...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo correr nas entranhas as lágrimas sôfregas&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a acalmia do bater do coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me, grito silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;Ouço os ecos doridos da fragilidade&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te em mim, &lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te na solidão dos sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se posso sentir mais a dor &lt;br /&gt;Não sei como, não sei porquê...&lt;br /&gt;Olho o céu imenso, escuro, medonho&lt;br /&gt;Bebo a saudade como se copos de água fossem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banho-me em lâminas aguçadas de recordações,&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbro incertezas,&lt;br /&gt;Dispo-me de paz,&lt;br /&gt;Galopa em mim um turbilhão de sentires amordaçados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7913050858642819626?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7913050858642819626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7913050858642819626&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7913050858642819626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7913050858642819626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/06/perdida-nos-sentires.html' title='Perdida nos sentires...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4389686550374621853</id><published>2008-05-23T22:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:29:10.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua ausência sufoca-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDc2aH-IvwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/njQD1FkWjb4/s1600-h/808398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDc2aH-IvwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/njQD1FkWjb4/s400/808398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203687716894064386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na praia deserta dos nossos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Calco minhas mãos na areia fina e húmida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisa do mar que me acalma&lt;br /&gt;A loucura das ondas que me salpicam&lt;br /&gt;O sol que se esconde no horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um pouco de ti nesta paisagem sublime...&lt;br /&gt;Choro a ausência que me tortura...&lt;br /&gt;Grito teu nome para que me ouças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos percorrem este corpo débil...&lt;br /&gt;Palpam a pele ressequida do meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão vazia de sonhos,entro na água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Água que me banha...&lt;br /&gt;Que me embala...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como sendo tuas mãos me acariciando...&lt;br /&gt;Como sendo teu corpo de encontro ao meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta raiva surda que me invade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta ansiedade que me fustiga...&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem apaziguar meu sufoco...&lt;br /&gt;Meus gritos...&lt;br /&gt;Meus medos de te não mais sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio daqui correndo...&lt;br /&gt;Deixando para trás este vazio de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In memorias minhas, maio.2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os sentires repetem-se, num amanhã estou certa que se repetirão, mais uma e outra vez..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4389686550374621853?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4389686550374621853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4389686550374621853&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4389686550374621853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4389686550374621853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/tua-ausncia-sufoca-me.html' title='Tua ausência sufoca-me...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDc2aH-IvwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/njQD1FkWjb4/s72-c/808398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4734989660150111156</id><published>2008-05-21T01:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:11:47.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraqueza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDNogp210MI/AAAAAAAAALA/qOiBIAniOAA/s1600-h/1537532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDNogp210MI/AAAAAAAAALA/qOiBIAniOAA/s400/1537532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202616904744030402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despojo de sentires a minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;Nela estavam guardados, o teu toque, o teu cheiro, a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do teu semblante, a ternura do teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Esvaziei meu âmago de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Ausências, momentos, partilhas...&lt;br /&gt;Solucei a saudade dos gestos, dos delírios&lt;br /&gt;Encarei o vazio, o fustigante desejo inacabado de te ter aqui...&lt;br /&gt;O destino separou-nos, a fraqueza dominou-nos&lt;br /&gt;Construímos uma outra vida, cada um longe do outro...&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4734989660150111156?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4734989660150111156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4734989660150111156&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4734989660150111156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4734989660150111156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/fraqueza.html' title='Fraqueza...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDNogp210MI/AAAAAAAAALA/qOiBIAniOAA/s72-c/1537532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2354062229880087604</id><published>2008-05-18T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:29:26.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDBZCZ210LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KHYzv5fPX2g/s1600-h/1945988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDBZCZ210LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KHYzv5fPX2g/s400/1945988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201755467448438962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerro suavemente os meus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;As imagens afagam a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;A vontade imensa dos beijos perdidos no tempo destroçam meu peito ofegante&lt;br /&gt;Estás tão aqui, pareces tão perto mas intocável&lt;br /&gt;A voz ecoa no silêncio das minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Meu âmago procura a acalmia&lt;br /&gt;Na noite que me embala, no brilho das estrelas que cintilam no vasto céu&lt;br /&gt;Te encontro, te sinto, te beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Percorro o manto negro, descalça, apressada, como se estivesses logo ali, onde a estrada termina e o céu nela parece tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Um lágrima desce pela minha face...&lt;br /&gt;Volto a sentir que só a saudade me abraça!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2354062229880087604?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2354062229880087604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2354062229880087604&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2354062229880087604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2354062229880087604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SDBZCZ210LI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KHYzv5fPX2g/s72-c/1945988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6837255854908499707</id><published>2008-05-16T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:57:25.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palpite...</title><content type='html'>Sorrio, gargalho... Ao acaso dei com esta música... Fez-me sorrir... Sei lá, nem interessa o motivo que a coloquei aqui! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIm3hcc6lzE&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIm3hcc6lzE&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e aí... será que você volta... tudo à minha volta é triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6837255854908499707?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6837255854908499707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6837255854908499707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6837255854908499707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6837255854908499707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorrio-gargalho.html' title='Palpite...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7647259844088984642</id><published>2008-05-13T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:37:10.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando não sabemos o que "dizer" há músicas que falam por nós...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é o exemplo que escolhi para o meu momento de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Mereço? Não sei! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZcbSpgn3g0&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZcbSpgn3g0&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorriso)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7647259844088984642?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7647259844088984642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7647259844088984642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7647259844088984642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7647259844088984642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando-no-sabemos-o-que-dizer-h-msicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4787967989637102137</id><published>2008-05-10T17:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:42:43.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje são tuas as minhas lágrimas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9H_MpppwOA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive tanta saudade Tim-tim&lt;br /&gt;Hoje senti tanto a falta do teu tocar, do timbre da tua voz, do carinho, da paz que me passavas...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje doeu forte a tua ausência... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Queria tanto poder falar-te, queria tanto dizer-te o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não é fácil olhar em meu redor e não te ver&lt;br /&gt;Olhar os rostos dos que me rodeiam e saber que o teu não está mais aqui&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te do quanto era bom ficar apenas no silêncio e sentir que ambos nos entendíamos tão bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ficaram tantas palavras por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tantos gestos por partilhar&lt;br /&gt;A distância dos últimos anos fez-me ver que nada justifica estar-mos longe de quem gostamos&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, os bens materiais depois de adquiridos perdem o valor e os sentimentos permanecem eternos, vivos em nós para todo o sempre&lt;br /&gt;Viva eu cem anos sei que vou sentir-te sempre de menos na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quando perdemos alguém achamos que num amanhã a dor atenua, que ganhamos habituação...&lt;br /&gt;Já passaram quase três anos e sinto o mesmo vazio...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade tem momentos que nos tira a sanidade&lt;br /&gt;Nos rouba até o equilíbrio, apodera-se de nós e quase nos enlouquece...&lt;br /&gt;A dor da perda é tão forte que sufoca o nosso âmago...&lt;br /&gt;A morte é a nossa maior certeza mas ainda assim não a aceito, não a entendo, não consigo, não quero!&lt;br /&gt;Estejas onde estiveres ilumina-me, ajuda-me a superar estes momentos, seca as minhas lágrimas que parecem não ter fim!&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo apagar o teu numero do meu telefone, estupidamente quando me sinto assim continuo a querer ouvir-te do outro lado com um "Está lá..." tão ao teu jeito, um timbre de voz tão terno e seguro, uma segurança na tua personalidade que eu tanto queria ter herdado...&lt;br /&gt;A vida prega-nos partidas que por vezes nos parecem insuperáveis...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo tudo consome, menos esta saudade fustigante!&lt;br /&gt;Porque partiste antes de eu chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Faltava tão pouco para eu recuperar o tempo perdido...&lt;br /&gt;HOJE SÃO TUAS AS MINHAS LÁGRIMAS!&lt;br /&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/8938647767805898645-4787967989637102137?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4787967989637102137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4787967989637102137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4787967989637102137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4787967989637102137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-so-tuas-as-minhas-lgrimas.html' title='Hoje são tuas as minhas lágrimas...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7598730801934119976</id><published>2008-05-08T15:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:52:35.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uB_hlqN8mTI&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uB_hlqN8mTI&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou assim hoje... Lamechas, melancólica, com um grito preso na garganta, uma vontade enorme de acordar o "mundo" adormecido em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo voa inconstante, as certezas diluem-se, a insanidade afugenta a tranquilidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mas eu continuarei aqui, tentando manter o corpo erguido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7598730801934119976?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7598730801934119976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7598730801934119976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7598730801934119976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7598730801934119976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/estou-assim-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3275718197874103681</id><published>2008-05-05T13:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:55:27.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... As memórias de ti, ficam guardadas no mais íntimo dos meus silêncios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OYj_xZ3-U&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OYj_xZ3-U&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-3275718197874103681?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3275718197874103681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3275718197874103681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3275718197874103681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3275718197874103681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6646651688326608421</id><published>2008-04-27T18:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:30:00.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...Dez anos depois</title><content type='html'>O meu rosto não pára de moldar sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Já haviam dez anos que o meu olhar não cruzava o teu...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, o mundo gira, mas tudo na verdade tem o seu momento de nada adianta tentar "apressá-lo"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qpt0bhiD9k&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qpt0bhiD9k&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que também te lembras do quanto esta música nos fez "dançar"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6646651688326608421?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6646651688326608421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6646651688326608421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6646651688326608421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6646651688326608421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/alguns-anos-depois.html' title='...Dez anos depois'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2911645211255481102</id><published>2008-04-22T13:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:52:02.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a115-17R1F8&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a115-17R1F8&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes pensamos que temos o Mundo a desabar sobre nós? Pois é... também acabamos por esquecer que há muitos mais em situações estremas do que na verdade imaginamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar... Nunca deixar de sonhar... Os sonhos elevam-nos a alma... Eles dão-nos alento... Dão-nos ao menos uns momentos de felicidade... Eu vou partir rumo ao sonho, e tu? Queres vir comigo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2911645211255481102?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2911645211255481102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2911645211255481102&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2911645211255481102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2911645211255481102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_22.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-9222478079786294302</id><published>2008-04-14T18:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:04:47.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de ti... Aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SAOcte1Fw4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1kBJXpFCz8U/s1600-h/842440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SAOcte1Fw4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1kBJXpFCz8U/s400/842440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189163500844729218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho-te&lt;br /&gt;Acordo num soluçar de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não me assume assim, como errante que sou...&lt;br /&gt;Busco-me num plágio do meu próprio eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abnego qualquer vontade minha...&lt;br /&gt;E erro, erro a cada passo que dou sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preciso-te"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBKELszRmrk&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oBKELszRmrk&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-9222478079786294302?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/9222478079786294302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=9222478079786294302&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9222478079786294302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9222478079786294302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/preciso-de-ti-aqui.html' title='Preciso de ti... Aqui!'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/SAOcte1Fw4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1kBJXpFCz8U/s72-c/842440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7026366514046487521</id><published>2008-04-11T23:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:18:00.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras ecoam na voz calada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSz16ngdsG0&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSz16ngdsG0&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica o silêncio ensurdecedor das palavras que não têm mais voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7026366514046487521?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7026366514046487521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7026366514046487521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7026366514046487521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7026366514046487521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-palavras-ecoam-na-voz-calada.html' title='As palavras ecoam na voz calada...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7287370093257401751</id><published>2008-04-11T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:58:51.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Carta"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pp-q7MBkCoU&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pp-q7MBkCoU&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A ti...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7287370093257401751?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7287370093257401751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7287370093257401751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7287370093257401751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7287370093257401751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta.html' title='&quot;Carta&quot;...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4355414198118229627</id><published>2008-04-05T11:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:51:33.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_dZf3nsCKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AhI8AQgrL4E/s1600-h/1762165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_dZf3nsCKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AhI8AQgrL4E/s400/1762165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185711899981645986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deito meu corpo no leito que foi nosso...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro na penumbra da noite que chegues até mim&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sente-me&lt;br /&gt;Toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Anda...Vem&lt;br /&gt;Palpa meu corpo docemente&lt;br /&gt;Saliva cada recanto da minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Sussurra ao meu ouvido o prazer que exercita em ti o meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Perde-te nas formas do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Delicia-te com os aromas e sabores que o meu Ser emana&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui &lt;br /&gt;Sente-me&lt;br /&gt;Toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Anda... Vem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4355414198118229627?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4355414198118229627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4355414198118229627&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4355414198118229627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4355414198118229627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/espero-te.html' title='Espero-te...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_dZf3nsCKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/AhI8AQgrL4E/s72-c/1762165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3668988275398688301</id><published>2008-04-02T23:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:38:56.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ0ASiUuttc&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZ0ASiUuttc&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apeteceu-me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3668988275398688301?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3668988275398688301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3668988275398688301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3668988275398688301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3668988275398688301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8555675331699406964</id><published>2008-03-31T23:51:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:04:54.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um conhecimento de ti, num sonho meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_FtNXnsCII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/L3kfl7hSnRc/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184044722526357634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_FtNXnsCII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/L3kfl7hSnRc/s400/ooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És o rosto que eu quero lembrar até ao fim dos meus dias,&lt;br /&gt;És a fome que quero sentir até que me sirvam o banquete...&lt;br /&gt;És o sonho que quero sonhar noite e dia...&lt;br /&gt;És o calor que quero sentir quando a noite me arrefecer...&lt;br /&gt;És o desejo que quero realizar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero prender-te em mim sem ter de encontrar explicação...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter-te perto de mim onde eu estiver...&lt;br /&gt;Quero partilhar os bons e os maus momentos contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Quero carregar as tuas dores...&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer de ti o motivo das minhas lágrimas, dos meus sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me amar-te, ama-me...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me viver esta fantasia sem limitações...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me chorar chamando por ti quando a saudade me sufocar...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me contar ao mundo que se passa comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me dizer que tu és o meu pecado...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me guardar-te no meu peito como o alimento que minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo, minha mente precisam para me dar vida...&lt;br /&gt;És o Amor que carrego em mim e quero partilhar com os que me&lt;br /&gt;sentem viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in memórias minhas...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-8555675331699406964?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8555675331699406964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8555675331699406964&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8555675331699406964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8555675331699406964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-conhecimento-de-ti-num-sonho-meu.html' title='Um conhecimento de ti, num sonho meu...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_FtNXnsCII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/L3kfl7hSnRc/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7030300193852728002</id><published>2008-03-29T19:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:53:23.647Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R-6d43nsCEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w0p_8VUwwGI/s1600-h/1847352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R-6d43nsCEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w0p_8VUwwGI/s320/1847352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183253821478668354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo...&lt;br /&gt;Olhei o lugar mais recôndito do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Receei a fustigante saudade de ti&lt;br /&gt;Chorei silenciosamente...&lt;br /&gt;Senti a demência da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Procurei estilhaços teus no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo...&lt;br /&gt;Quis encontrar a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Quis discernir a solidão da melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Vi somente o escuro dos meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Senti em meus ombros o peso do pecado&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo...&lt;br /&gt;Assombrada pela possível renuncia à felicidade, que parece fugir-me entre os dedos...&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi o grito na voz calada&lt;br /&gt;Os nós no meu âmago, que bate descompassadamente&lt;br /&gt;Desfizeram-se com o acre das lágrimas que dançaram no palco do meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Agora, sinto-me perdida... E... Continuo com medo do que observo dentro do meu ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7030300193852728002?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7030300193852728002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7030300193852728002&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7030300193852728002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7030300193852728002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/03/medo.html' title='Medo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R-6d43nsCEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/w0p_8VUwwGI/s72-c/1847352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4753267394612379190</id><published>2008-03-23T00:46:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:30:42.765Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R-WounnsCDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ss1TnoieJIo/s1600-h/1803774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R-WounnsCDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ss1TnoieJIo/s320/1803774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180732465222518834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nos silêncios que a noite traz, sinto minha alma em pranto... &lt;br /&gt;Olho o passado com uma saudade fustigante...&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito sôfrego, bate descompassadamente como, se os gritos calados da alma o ensurdecessem...&lt;br /&gt;A debilidade dos sentimentos sustenta meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;A noite envolve-me na sua escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me nas ruelas do meu eu, ecoam as loucuras que me prendem a ti e o mundo por momentos parece ser só nosso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeHndLg0slw&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeHndLg0slw&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-4753267394612379190?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4753267394612379190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4753267394612379190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4753267394612379190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4753267394612379190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/03/nos-silncios-que-noite-traz-sinto-minha.html' title='Noite...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R-WounnsCDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ss1TnoieJIo/s72-c/1803774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3856987537669479547</id><published>2008-03-04T17:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:12:02.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surges de um nada que me arrepia mas, não quero negar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_FvtXnsCJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jyn6GjL-3MU/s1600-h/1795525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_FvtXnsCJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jyn6GjL-3MU/s400/1795525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184047471305427090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes o mundo parece pequeno demais...&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ínfima gota no oceano do tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Um perder de rasto, um não saber se existe ou se simplesmente em algum lugar perdido ficou...&lt;br /&gt;Das sombras, dos silêncios jamais esquecidos, renasce, surge de um nada, é como se o sol o trouxera, como se a lua sempre o tivesse em seu regaço sustentado...&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas, afirmações constantes, sorrisos inquietos, palavras vãs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se fosse um inverno... inquieta-me, deixa-me melancólica, dá-me vontade de negá-lo... mas... faz-me falta, gosto que se faça sentir vivo, que me dê vida, que me envolva nos seus mistérios... Ironias de um destino agreste, de um tempo de provação que se aproxima a passos largos... Busco e rebusco em mim, no tempo passado e futuro, as forças, as certezas, a tranquilidade que o presente não me mostra...&lt;br /&gt;Espero... Vou esperando não sei o quê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHVTaE3mmuM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tHVTaE3mmuM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-3856987537669479547?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3856987537669479547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3856987537669479547&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3856987537669479547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3856987537669479547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/03/surges-de-um-nada-que-me-arrepia-mas-no.html' title='Surges de um nada que me arrepia mas, não quero negar...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R_FvtXnsCJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jyn6GjL-3MU/s72-c/1795525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-544153678043417184</id><published>2008-02-12T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:49:18.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Fustigante sentir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R7GUIAiUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/KKg5jEx4xII/s1600-h/267216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R7GUIAiUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/KKg5jEx4xII/s320/267216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166073112874468178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu rosto envolto em lágrimas...Meu peito apertado num sufoco do grito calado...Minha alma num constante desassossego...Minhas pernas trémulas, débeis no caminhar...Meu sentir preso a ti num amar sofrogo de constantes lembranças que o tempo vai lenta e fustigantemente destruíndo...Perco a sensibilidade da beleza, do sonho...Vagueio na intranquilidade que a tua ausência me causa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x25F3-sR2Yo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x25F3-sR2Yo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-544153678043417184?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/544153678043417184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=544153678043417184&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/544153678043417184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/544153678043417184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/02/fustigante-sentir.html' title='Fustigante sentir...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R7GUIAiUQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/KKg5jEx4xII/s72-c/267216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8036152961900091114</id><published>2008-02-11T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:41:22.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Passado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eK8Edl-Htg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eK8Edl-Htg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho sentir nas palavras que hoje recordo...Palavras que fecharam um ciclo tremendamente fugaz...Palavras que deliciaram minha alma num tempo que parecia ser futuro... O presente quase não existiu...Hoje olho para trás e a saudade fustiga...Saudade do quão bom foi prender-te nas minhas mãos...Tocar com meus dedos o mais suave dos tecidos...Sussurrar na pureza do teu olhar doces palavras que poderiam ser eternas...Palpo meu âmago descompassado e sinto que todos os sentimentos não foram suficientemente fortes para resistir ao tempo...Tento encontrar-te no vazio do meu céu...Nas estrelas deposito minhas lágrimas...Na estrada que ainda me falta percorrer tento afastar as pedrinhas que me dificultam a caminhada...Mas tenho a certeza que no presente e no futuro, tu serás sempre passado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-8036152961900091114?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8036152961900091114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8036152961900091114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8036152961900091114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8036152961900091114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/02/passado.html' title='Passado...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1976042428248727852</id><published>2008-01-31T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:05:16.138Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R6HVPnTYj7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RKT8QBJa8RY/s1600-h/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R6HVPnTYj7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RKT8QBJa8RY/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161641112168337330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio na penumbra dos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Grito demente que me ensurdece a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Saudade sofucante que me arrasa os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Debilmente caminho na escuridão tentando encontrar o brilho do teu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tanto a tua falta meu doce Tim-Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpExb2hCYTs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OpExb2hCYTs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-1976042428248727852?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1976042428248727852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1976042428248727852&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1976042428248727852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1976042428248727852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/01/vagueio-na-penumbra-dos-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R6HVPnTYj7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RKT8QBJa8RY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-494865447046101786</id><published>2008-01-28T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:15:03.035Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R53G5XTYj6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TN2ZKSTsbdU/s1600-h/ABRITO!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R53G5XTYj6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TN2ZKSTsbdU/s320/ABRITO!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160499436846616482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dores da perda sufocam-nos,&lt;br /&gt;Quase nos deixam sem poder respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Culpa de quem tem a felicidade por entre os dedos e a deixa "escapar"...&lt;br /&gt;Erros que tantas vezes não têm como se remediar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez cometidos, vivem connosco uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;Magoam, fustigam-nos o âmago&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos o céu sem o poder-mos tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Fechamos os olhos para sentir, e acabamos em pranto com a sensação de que realmente tudo o que encontrámos se perdeu!&lt;br /&gt;Sem retorno, sem volta a dar...&lt;br /&gt;Angustiante, cruel, olhar o que foi nosso e não podermos nem só mais uma única vez sentir, tocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atalhos que a vida teima em nos impor, e não podemos negar a caminhada pelas ruelas mais dificultosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbT3K3RPl1g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbT3K3RPl1g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-494865447046101786?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/494865447046101786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=494865447046101786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/494865447046101786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/494865447046101786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-dores-da-perda-sufocam-nos-quase-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R53G5XTYj6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TN2ZKSTsbdU/s72-c/ABRITO!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8184684866977751024</id><published>2008-01-14T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:43:11.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tempo tem corrido fugazmente, mas algo é certo, as saudades, o carinho de muitos dos que aqui me "visitam" é enorme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo comigo está bem, tudo tem surgido da melhor forma, só mesmo o tempo é que escasseia, trabalho, casa, família, e claro outros lazeres como este cantinho acabam por ficar para mais "logo" e esse mais "logo" chega rápido mas não tanto quanto desejaria... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos um carinho e uma música "apaixonada" assim como eu me sinto, apaixonada pela vida, por quem me rodeia e por tudo o que de bom me possa ainda acontecer :O))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Espero-vos aí, sempre...*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCNkwJTf4M0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCNkwJTf4M0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olhos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos no saber da alma,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio na tua direcção...&lt;br /&gt;Acordo sentires,&lt;br /&gt;Palpo emoções,&lt;br /&gt;Vivo partilhas,&lt;br /&gt;Carrego desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Agarro recordações,&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a incondicional certeza que o meu âmago é correspondido nesta dádiva que é Amar, desprendida de qualquer dúvida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-8184684866977751024?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8184684866977751024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8184684866977751024&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8184684866977751024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8184684866977751024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-tempo-tem-corrido-fugazmente-mas-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6492309262398515440</id><published>2007-12-18T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:31:46.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um Natal se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;Um momento que deveria ser de Paz, Serenidade, Alegria e Proximidade de todos os que fazem parte das nossas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;Por destino, ou por culpa nossa nem sempre assim é...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais, o Natal não passa de uma época de consumismo, de troca de presentes tantas e tantas vezes oferecidos com espírito egoísta, infelizmente nada pode mudar as mentalidades dos que assim agem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai ser o teu Natal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu vai ser na presença de algumas pessoas que amo, infelizmente não todas as que desejaria, mas as vidas cruzam caminhos diferentes e não depende apenas de nós... Espero simplesmente que seja uma noite de Paz, mas com certeza vou chorar em alguns momentos, pois vou sentir nessa noite muito mais que nas restantes noites do ano, um vazio mais intenso, é nas alturas em que a família se reúne que mais sentimos a falta dos que já partiram ou dos que ao longo do tempo seguiram caminhos diferentes dos nossos...&lt;br /&gt;Chorarei com saudade, com tristeza, mas recordando sempre o que de melhor houve na companhia deles, os cantigos natalícios que se calaram para sempre, a alegria imensa estampada no rosto de cada elemento de uma família enorme, as gargalhadas constantes, a algazarra de tanta gente junta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, as dores das lembranças não nos matam mas vão-nos consumindo pouco a pouco, e tudo se vai perdendo! Uma certeza se fará sentir neste Natal e todos os que virão, tive uma infância e adolescência de sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Espírito do Natal, a União, a Importância dos momentos em família foram-me passados na integra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos os meus queridos visitantes e amigos, um Santo e Feliz Natal, que no Novo Ano as Alegrias sejam uma constante, os Sonhos sejam uma Realidade, e que o Âmago sinta a Doçura da Paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sempre amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Jasmim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN3uPrJR7IY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AN3uPrJR7IY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-6492309262398515440?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6492309262398515440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6492309262398515440&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6492309262398515440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6492309262398515440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4351837522484404280</id><published>2007-12-13T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:19:21.400Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R2GgmaKD_nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oefw6UkTc0I/s1600-h/1504399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R2GgmaKD_nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oefw6UkTc0I/s320/1504399.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143568831150816882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parti sem rumo, num voar doce do sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Senti saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Senti as lágrimas dançarem no meu rosto sem as conseguir conter...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei momentos em que a vida me sorriu e no instante a seguir me "roubou" esse bom sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás e meu âmago transborda de desejos, de sonhos, de quereres sublimes mas, sempre, cada vez mais intocáveis...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei discernir, ou melhor, talvez não o queira fazer, pois por momentos apetece-me sentir assim, sem saber se afinal me sinto bem ou não....&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos limpam o rosto gélido pelas lágrimas que o afagam...&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito sente-se apertado, num sufoco inconstante de sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo fraqueja e a minha alma deambula nas avenidas do meu eu...&lt;br /&gt;Gritos contidos, calados, fustigam minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;E eu... Apetece-me continuar assim, sem saber o que sinto afinal...&lt;br /&gt;Abraço esta demência...&lt;br /&gt;E sorrio, o meu âmago ainda que magoado, sonha-te como se estivesses desde sempre junto a mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4351837522484404280?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4351837522484404280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4351837522484404280&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4351837522484404280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4351837522484404280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/R2GgmaKD_nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oefw6UkTc0I/s72-c/1504399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5092241312218540327</id><published>2007-11-26T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:16:23.951Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBVebzwVbOE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBVebzwVbOE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num momento em que parei para (me) pensar&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei do tempo em que tudo apenas fazia sentido &lt;br /&gt;Quando meus lábios beijavam os teus&lt;br /&gt;Quando minhas mãos tocavam o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tua presença era relevante para uma certeza de amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo fui aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;Fui sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Fui interiorizando&lt;br /&gt;Fui crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje basta-me saber que existes&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me saber que estás bem&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me acreditar e sentir dentro de mim que o amor é muito mais que tocar, que ver, que ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais que dar algo tocável&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais que dizer Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;É agir&lt;br /&gt;É preocupar-se&lt;br /&gt;É dar-se ainda que em pensamentos seja...&lt;br /&gt;Assim nos amamos, assim nos sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrimos para a lua quando o tempo não nos deixa tempo para todo o resto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5092241312218540327?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5092241312218540327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5092241312218540327&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5092241312218540327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5092241312218540327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/11/num-momento-em-que-parei-para-me-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3638642913639608090</id><published>2007-11-20T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:57:15.882Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As palavras têm ficado presas nas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso deixo uma música que me balança o corpo, esteja eu onde estiver e a fazer seja o que for! (sorrindo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-3638642913639608090?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3638642913639608090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3638642913639608090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3638642913639608090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3638642913639608090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-palavras-tm-ficado-presas-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3159904238140131276</id><published>2007-11-12T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:09:42.467Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RzhQSag_RGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hYA881ptbGs/s1600-h/abrito66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RzhQSag_RGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hYA881ptbGs/s320/abrito66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131940052674233442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos que me inundam&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;Das tormentas que me fustigam&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;De gentes que me desconhecem&lt;br /&gt;Mar &lt;br /&gt;De prazeres que me saciam&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;De estrelas que me iluminam&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;De saudades que por ti sinto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRKqxSZeq4s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRKqxSZeq4s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8938647767805898645-3159904238140131276?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3159904238140131276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3159904238140131276&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3159904238140131276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3159904238140131276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/11/foto-de-abrito-mar-dos-sonhos-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RzhQSag_RGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hYA881ptbGs/s72-c/abrito66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6507757558072568702</id><published>2007-11-05T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:49:35.024Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ry8QvyYMvNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RkZ2KHMusHU/s1600-h/589484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ry8QvyYMvNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RkZ2KHMusHU/s320/589484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129336913761451218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No adormecer do dia&lt;br /&gt;Na acalmia da noite&lt;br /&gt;Elevo o meu imaginário ao encontro do teu&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me sonhas&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que mesmo que intocáveis nos "tocamos"&lt;br /&gt;Magia, sentires inesplicaveis, leveza infindável...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes olhaste a lua e me sussuráste as tuas saudades?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes o arco-íris brindou o céu e tu o olhaste como se me visses baloiçando nele?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes deitaste o teu rosto na almofada sem que a tua última imagem não tivesse sido eu?&lt;br /&gt;Quero e faz-me bem acreditar que é esta a tua verdade, que me sonhas, me desejas, me queres e amas como eu a ti!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida nos seja egoísta... E em tantos momentos nos afaste, teime em nos oferecer menos bons sentires...&lt;br /&gt;A lua embala-nos, o sol ilumina-nos e as nossas forças fundem-se num só estágio de vida...&lt;br /&gt;Brindamos aos desejos, aos objectivos e à destreza de nos saber-mos Amar!&lt;br /&gt;Evocamos a consciência, a lucidez, a eloquência...&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca nos abandonem, que nos cuidem, nos aninhem e nos tornem a cada dia mais fortes...&lt;br /&gt;Mais capazes de "nos" vivermos, "nos" sentirmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHPTHP4dihA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHPTHP4dihA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ry8QvyYMvNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RkZ2KHMusHU/s72-c/589484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5117130543528008667</id><published>2007-10-22T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:05:43.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu em mim...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Nuno Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxyRwXAdK5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/zjq92SeRV10/s1600-h/nuno+belo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxyRwXAdK5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/zjq92SeRV10/s320/nuno+belo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124130736036457362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um toque&lt;br /&gt;O saber que estás "aqui"&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é quanto baste para que o cansaço se desfaça...&lt;br /&gt;O sentir que a sintonia é alcançada entre nós dá-me a força que necessito para continuar&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos em que o céu parece desabar basta-me encontrar o teu semblante...&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente sentir em mim o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E tudo parece menos fustigante&lt;br /&gt;Voamos juntos através de um simples olhar!&lt;br /&gt;Amar é não ter medo do rídiculo, é cantar como se ninguém nos ouvisse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XC2y-Pjn74k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XC2y-Pjn74k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5117130543528008667?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5117130543528008667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5117130543528008667&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5117130543528008667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5117130543528008667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/10/tu-em-mim.html' title='Tu em mim...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxyRwXAdK5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/zjq92SeRV10/s72-c/nuno+belo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6994099813253443653</id><published>2007-10-18T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:16:00.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"CHAMBAO"... -Poquito a Poco-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaba perdia de camino pa la casa &lt;br /&gt;cavilando en lo que soy y en lo que siento &lt;br /&gt;poquito a pocoo entendiendo &lt;br /&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;br /&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volvere a encontrame con vosotros &lt;br /&gt;volvere a sonreir en la mañana &lt;br /&gt;volvere con lagrima en los ojos &lt;br /&gt;mirar al cielo y dar las gracias &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poquito a poco entendiendo &lt;br /&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;br /&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo &lt;br /&gt;poquito a poco entendiendo &lt;br /&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;br /&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirarme dentro y comprender &lt;br /&gt;que tus ojos son mis ojos &lt;br /&gt;que tu piel es mi piel &lt;br /&gt;en tu oido me alborozo &lt;br /&gt;en tu sonrisa me baño &lt;br /&gt;y soy parte de tu ser &lt;br /&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;br /&gt;es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poquito a poco entendiendo &lt;br /&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;br /&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo &lt;br /&gt;poquito a poco entendiendo &lt;br /&gt;que no vale la pena andar por andar &lt;br /&gt;que es mejor caminar pa ir creciendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volvere a sentarme con los mios &lt;br /&gt;volvere a compartir mi alegria &lt;br /&gt;volvere pa contarte que he soñado &lt;br /&gt;colores nuevos y dias claros &lt;br /&gt;volvere pa contarte que he soñao &lt;br /&gt;colores nuevos y dias claros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( E porque as palavras não saem...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6994099813253443653?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6994099813253443653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6994099813253443653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6994099813253443653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6994099813253443653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/10/chambao.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5338992942214215400</id><published>2007-10-16T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:44:12.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxSi9XAdK4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c5dQFYbihTs/s1600-h/1514815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121897851258743682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxSi9XAdK4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c5dQFYbihTs/s320/1514815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nada acontece por acaso? Cada vez acredito mais nessa "máxima"&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida tudo tem tido um propósito (ou será assim sempre?)...&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes a minha Fé "descamba"! Mais uma fraqueza minha!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pela manhã ao ligar a radio no trabalho, deu-me para sintonizar um canal espanhol...&lt;br /&gt;Com dificuldade e algumas interferências... comecei a ouvir esta música, que se "encaixa" na perfeição com o que "preciso"...&lt;br /&gt;Com o que tenho de "aprender" ou "reaprender"...&lt;br /&gt;Já me senti tantas vezes em Paz comigo mesma, amava acordar e ao mesmo tempo que abria a persiana do quarto sorria para o dia, fosse ele de sol ou de chuva...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou como que "escondida" dentro de mim mesma! Custa-me encontrar a saída deste medonho escuro! Quando penso que me ergui, lá estou eu de novo caída num chão gélido e sem motivação para tentar sequer, erguer-me de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o tempo fluir mas ele parece-me tão vão...&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes dou por mim "adormecida" em "voos" que me ultrapassam, que queria alcançar mas algo me falta...&lt;br /&gt;A Força... Um "Perdoar" a mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;No mais recôndito das entranhas ainda permanece uma Esperança... Um Querer... Um Anseio que a Acalmia chegue, me Toque e me dê a Serenidade que preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmZDZG_z3t4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz Casal (Sentir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre la puerta, no digas nada,&lt;br /&gt;deja que entre el sol.&lt;br /&gt;Deja de lado los contratiempos,&lt;br /&gt;tanta fatalidad&lt;br /&gt;porque creo en ti cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces tú no creas nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre tus alas al pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;y déjate llevar;&lt;br /&gt;vive y disfruta cada momento&lt;br /&gt;con toda intensidad&lt;br /&gt;porque creo en ti cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces tú no creas nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que aún queda tiempo&lt;br /&gt;para intentarlo, para cambiar tu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, que vives tan ajeno,&lt;br /&gt;nunca ves más allá&lt;br /&gt;de un duro y largo invierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre tus ojos a otras miradas&lt;br /&gt;anchas como la mar.&lt;br /&gt;Rompe silencios y barricadas,&lt;br /&gt;cambia la realidad&lt;br /&gt;porque creo en ti cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces tú no creas nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que aún queda tiempo&lt;br /&gt;para intentarlo, para cambiar tu destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre la puerta, no digas nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8938647767805898645-5338992942214215400?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5338992942214215400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5338992942214215400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5338992942214215400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5338992942214215400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/10/acreditar.html' title='Acreditar...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxSi9XAdK4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/c5dQFYbihTs/s72-c/1514815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-9183199927711070983</id><published>2007-10-14T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:15:30.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está tudo?</title><content type='html'>(Desconheço autor da foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxJbs3AdK3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zBPBcjdzi_M/s1600-h/voo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxJbs3AdK3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zBPBcjdzi_M/s320/voo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121256552511908722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde corre a água que me sacia a sede?&lt;br /&gt;Por onde vagueia a nuvem que me suaviza o leito?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está...&lt;br /&gt;A pluma leve, macia e frágil?&lt;br /&gt;O pássaro que canta, me embala, me adormece?&lt;br /&gt;Onda do mar da tranquilidade que me salpica...&lt;br /&gt;Onde brilha o sol que me aquece?&lt;br /&gt;Onde pernoita a lua de prata que me dá Paz?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo de asas delicadas...&lt;br /&gt;Vem.. Sussurra-me ao ouvido que tudo o que procuro está bem aqui ao meu alcance...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas preciso abrir minhas mãos e tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Fechar meus olhos e sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Unir meus lábios e beijar...&lt;br /&gt;Erguer minhas asas e voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Memórias minhas) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-9183199927711070983?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/9183199927711070983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=9183199927711070983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9183199927711070983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/9183199927711070983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/10/onde-est-tudo.html' title='Onde está tudo?'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RxJbs3AdK3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zBPBcjdzi_M/s72-c/voo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4948480168378881960</id><published>2007-10-12T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:20:34.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rw9YRHAdK2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tU7FUkAoB_A/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rw9YRHAdK2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tU7FUkAoB_A/s320/tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120408352305523554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É engraçado como de um momento para outro, a vida, o tempo se preenchem por um completo, e desejamos até que o dia deixe de ter vinte e quatro horas e pudesse...sei lá... Ter talvez quarenta e oito!&lt;br /&gt;Há mais ou menos duas semanas "pedia" eu, para que o tempo que me restava fosse ocupado de alguma forma que, nem me deixasse tempo para pensar...&lt;br /&gt;De facto não controlamos o futuro... É sempre uma incógnita, por mais que possamos planear o amanhã... Ele flui de uma forma que, nos chega a ultrapassar...&lt;br /&gt;Surgiu-me uma oportunidade irrecusável, de ocupar o "tempo" e assim ficar como eu mesma queria, sem tempo nem para pensar!&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que não sei bem se foi (será) o melhor... Mas é assim que eu quero... O meu sorriso ficou mais sereno, o meu cansaço nem tem tempo para se "lamentar"...&lt;br /&gt;Os dias parecem curtos demais, os minutos, as horas... Parecem terminar antes de mesmo começarem...&lt;br /&gt;Estarei eu bem assim? Pois é... Estou óptima!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me de novo capaz de enfrentar o Mundo... Exagero meu? Talvez, mas assim me sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto demasiado de me sentir assim, a agitação, o corre-corre, o ter de saber e conseguir gerir o tempo para que nada fique por fazer, tudo isto me dá um alento enorme ao meu espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Antes desta fase, será que eu nada fazia e apenas esperava que o tempo "corre-se"? Pois de facto não... Antes o tempo podia ser comandado por mim, pelo que eu pensava estar correcto... E podia até estar, mas sempre "sobrava" tempo para vê-lo somente passar... (sorriso)&lt;br /&gt;Há imenso tempo que não sabia eu, o que era chegar às dez da noite com uma vontade avassaladora de cair na cama e dormir que nem uma pedra!&lt;br /&gt;Espero ultrapassar rapidamente esta fase de "habituação" e ganhar de novo algum tempo para mimar quem me lê aqui, e quem eu tanto gosto de ler!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo, não vai ficar sem tempo, para me dar mais tempo, para que eu possa usar esse pouquinho de tempo a "vaguear" por aqui! (rindo à gargalhada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso em ti...&lt;br /&gt;Fica apenas um pedido...&lt;br /&gt;Limpa por favor os pés antes de entrares aqui (sorrindo), pois eu ando mesmo sem tempo até para limpar de novo a casita! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4948480168378881960?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4948480168378881960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4948480168378881960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4948480168378881960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4948480168378881960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/10/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rw9YRHAdK2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tU7FUkAoB_A/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4442914144279027262</id><published>2007-10-04T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:48:12.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora de limpar o pó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RwVC8XAdK1I/AAAAAAAAAII/b69_7WFWUks/s1600-h/sarah92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RwVC8XAdK1I/AAAAAAAAAII/b69_7WFWUks/s320/sarah92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117570156311948114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cof Cof Cof... Também ainda não deu para as "aranhas fazerem teias"...&lt;br /&gt;Olhando bem...o pó não é assim tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh umas migalhas aqui e ali...&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é começar a dar uma limpeza neste canto...&lt;br /&gt;Venham lá daí...Lixívia, Sonasol e Ájax!&lt;br /&gt;Paninhos e esfregões em movimento... Hum... Bonitos que estão...&lt;br /&gt;Aspirador a rodopiar neste chão... (que barulheira!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Dona cera, atire-se a esses tacos e toca a deixá-los a brilhar, peça ajuda à menina "esgadelhada" (esfregona), que a mim hoje não me apetece andar de joelhos!&lt;br /&gt;O W.C. Pato que acaricie a casinha dos azulejos (rsrsrsr a minha casa de banho é chamada assim)!&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que está a ficar bom!&lt;br /&gt;Pssstttt Psssttttt Air Wick de Jasmim toca a deixar o teu belo aroma em todas as divisões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio...está tudo como eu gosto...vou de fim de semana...e no regresso as janelas voltam a abrir-se!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo em cada visita que tocou à campainha e deste lado ninguém respondeu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4442914144279027262?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4442914144279027262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4442914144279027262&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4442914144279027262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4442914144279027262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/10/hora-de-limpar-o-p.html' title='Hora de limpar o pó...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RwVC8XAdK1I/AAAAAAAAAII/b69_7WFWUks/s72-c/sarah92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7491672533598652414</id><published>2007-09-27T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:40:09.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humm... A terceira deve ser de vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvvOHHAdK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9ThGb4p5qMw/s1600-h/vou%2520ali.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvvOHHAdK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9ThGb4p5qMw/s320/vou%2520ali.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114908423344696130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sorrir faço mais uma pausa neste espaço...&lt;br /&gt;(Confesso que não sei se por breves minutos...(sorrindo)...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes é necessário "sair-mos" ir até "lá fora"...Espairecer...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou "Parar"...Pelo contrário, quero ao menos "Tentar" submergir-me nas tantas coisas que tenho e preciso fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Vou dar-me um tempo, não tem dado para transmitir tranquilidade, serenidade nas palavras que aqui tenho colocado, têm sido assim os meus sentires... &lt;br /&gt;Por isso... Eu já volto... Não vou demorar... (sorrindo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7491672533598652414?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7491672533598652414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7491672533598652414&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7491672533598652414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7491672533598652414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/humma-terceira-deve-ser-de-vez.html' title='Humm... A terceira deve ser de vez...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvvOHHAdK0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9ThGb4p5qMw/s72-c/vou%2520ali.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2783409750124910976</id><published>2007-09-26T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:35:57.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqcdTrCrguo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqcdTrCrguo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Há músicas que nos "cantam"...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2783409750124910976?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2783409750124910976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2783409750124910976&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2783409750124910976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2783409750124910976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1924627548834256428</id><published>2007-09-26T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:53:03.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demência...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvpVd3AdKzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zuJ0_ZLC9cc/s1600-h/1205168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvpVd3AdKzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zuJ0_ZLC9cc/s320/1205168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114494298303048498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruídos...&lt;br /&gt;Ecos de palavras ocas...&lt;br /&gt;Apertos suspensos no vazio desmedido...&lt;br /&gt;Odores de lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;Atitudes ineficazes...&lt;br /&gt;Marulhada de sentires...&lt;br /&gt;Tempos perdidos...&lt;br /&gt;Quimera de sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Delírios da minha alma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1924627548834256428?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1924627548834256428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1924627548834256428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1924627548834256428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1924627548834256428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/demncia.html' title='Demência...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvpVd3AdKzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zuJ0_ZLC9cc/s72-c/1205168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3459131862498949474</id><published>2007-09-25T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:02:05.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pausa na tranquilidade...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvjclHAdKyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NS2tX80qRug/s1600-h/1029117Abrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvjclHAdKyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NS2tX80qRug/s320/1029117Abrito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114079906973428514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tentando dedilhar algo que não espelhe dor...&lt;br /&gt;Possível? Não, hoje não é possível...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo sair o que sair, numa tentativa de soltar tudo o que está cá dentro a corroer&lt;br /&gt;Âmago em pranto, rosto humedecido pelas lágrimas que caiem sem que eu as chame&lt;br /&gt;Limites? Talvez eles estejam a chegar sem que eu possa mais travá-los&lt;br /&gt;Impotência? Também, não sinto mais força para continuar a ocultar, continuar a tapar os malditos sentires que me perseguem...&lt;br /&gt;Culpabilização? Sim, como olhar o céu e nele nada ver, sentir um vazio imenso, olhar-me e ver um outro Eu!&lt;br /&gt;Chove lá fora? Então a culpa é minha! Eu deveria conseguir fazer a chuva parar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu deveria sempre conseguir fazer sorrir quem me rodeia... &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso estar sempre bem, eu não posso deixar que me sintam caída no buraco, as minhas dores são somente minhas!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso desfazer os nós que ocupam todo o espaço das minhas entranhas... Não posso soltar os gritos calados que vivem em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o direito de fazer chorar, quando eu e só eu posso fazê-lo, o peso do mundo já não me pode custar, sempre consegui suste-lo em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê agora toda esta debilidade?&lt;br /&gt;Esta fraqueza sem direito de existir!&lt;br /&gt;Medo? Muito não sei se saberei lidar com o inicio de um fim, o fim da máscara que tenho vindo a suportar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria tornar tudo mais fácil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3459131862498949474?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3459131862498949474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3459131862498949474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3459131862498949474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3459131862498949474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-pausa-na-tranquilidade.html' title='Uma pausa na tranquilidade...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvjclHAdKyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NS2tX80qRug/s72-c/1029117Abrito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1633313424521542825</id><published>2007-09-24T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:27:12.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dl1ZncvM-ys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dl1ZncvM-ys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8938647767805898645-1633313424521542825?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1633313424521542825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1633313424521542825&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1633313424521542825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1633313424521542825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_24.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3670681596596544227</id><published>2007-09-21T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:27:02.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Nuno Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvO38XAdKxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vIYI0kHvqEU/s1600-h/nuno+belo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvO38XAdKxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vIYI0kHvqEU/s320/nuno+belo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112632249591606034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olho-te&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te&lt;br /&gt;Palpo-te&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-te&lt;br /&gt;Tocas-me&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçamos-nos&lt;br /&gt;Desejamos-nos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhamos&lt;br /&gt;Voamos&lt;br /&gt;Sorrimos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3670681596596544227?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3670681596596544227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3670681596596544227&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3670681596596544227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3670681596596544227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_21.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvO38XAdKxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vIYI0kHvqEU/s72-c/nuno+belo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1950020686420372174</id><published>2007-09-20T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:03:55.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haja o que houver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgoqv9Etq2I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgoqv9Etq2I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque acalmas no teu mar manso a minha intranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Porque me completas no desejo insaciável&lt;br /&gt;Porque me sossegas o âmago em pranto de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Porque sofremos de um amor incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sentir do peito palpitar&lt;br /&gt;No respirar ofegante de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Estás aí onde tens de estar&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade dos meus sonhos, no meu regaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sei...quem és, pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Haja... o que houver&lt;br /&gt;Espero por ti..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me num sonho&lt;br /&gt;Chama meu nome no nosso leito&lt;br /&gt;Sente meu corpo suave&lt;br /&gt;No despertar do teu amanhecer de solidão sem jeito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1950020686420372174?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1950020686420372174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1950020686420372174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1950020686420372174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1950020686420372174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/haja-o-que-houver.html' title='Haja o que houver...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1143172524353360204</id><published>2007-09-20T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:40:31.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sereno sentir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvJb0vuDV3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/dD5lDFTzGLE/s1600-h/black%2520a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvJb0vuDV3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/dD5lDFTzGLE/s320/black%2520a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112249488739882866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que nos custe&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que nos doa&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que não aceitemos&lt;br /&gt;As dores&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;As mágoas despejadas em nós&lt;br /&gt;As revoltas fustigantes&lt;br /&gt;Têm todo o significado de existirem&lt;br /&gt;Porque depois de todos estes sentires sufocantes&lt;br /&gt;A tal bonança chega&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens cinzentas dão lugar às imaculadas&lt;br /&gt;Em nós, volta a fazer-se sentir a acalmia&lt;br /&gt;A serenidade&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos começam a surgir como que espreitando por entre as lágrimas que se despedem de nós&lt;br /&gt;O sol a cada instante reacende num brilho estonteante&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito enche-se de uma mágoa tremenda&lt;br /&gt;Ganho uma vontade enorme de virar o mundo do avesso&lt;br /&gt;Consome-me a loucura de uma revolta incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;O céu parece querer engolir-me &lt;br /&gt;O vazio fecha qualquer porta que eu possa imaginar&lt;br /&gt;O sufoco toma conta de todos os meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me debilmente nas ruas recônditas do meu próprio Eu&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;A luta tem de ser constante&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o direito de queimar o oxigénio essencial aos que me rodeiam&lt;br /&gt;Em momento algum posso deixar que as minhas inquietações possam incutir mau estar a quem me gosta&lt;br /&gt;Nas solidões em que muitas vezes (e tantas vezes) o meu âmago se aninha&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar que alguém me acompanhe&lt;br /&gt;É na verdade fundamental que alguma mão tente alcançar a minha&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não saiba o quanto me faz falta nesses instantes&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso deixar que me sintam em baixo&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar que me sintam caída no buraco&lt;br /&gt;Buraco esse que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz deambular num labirinto sem uma saída visível&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de palpar, de cair mais uma e outra vez, de esfolar os joelhos, de sangrar às vezes demais, para encontrar o caminho correcto&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que me leva de novo ao cume da montanha, que me proporciona uma visibilidade sublime deste mundo que me tira tanto, mas... também me brinda com tantos momentos de uma beleza estrema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1143172524353360204?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1143172524353360204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1143172524353360204&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1143172524353360204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1143172524353360204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/sereno-sentir.html' title='Sereno sentir...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvJb0vuDV3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/dD5lDFTzGLE/s72-c/black%2520a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-511310766300196302</id><published>2007-09-19T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:31:05.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Delírio...</title><content type='html'>Desconheço autor da foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvGi5vuDV2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Qwcc66P-8E8/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvGi5vuDV2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Qwcc66P-8E8/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112046164988090210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No delírio do choro manso&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Sacudo meus bolsos cheios de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho no vazio à minha frente&lt;br /&gt;E meus membros vergam&lt;br /&gt;Neste chão pétreo, me deixo cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de olhar o céu&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos cerram&lt;br /&gt;Neste escuro medonho, me deixo ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço sons lá longe&lt;br /&gt;Sinto presenças distantes&lt;br /&gt;Neste declínio de forças, me deixo adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo funesto passar&lt;br /&gt;Grita meu nome, toca meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E se eu não me mover, foi porque adormeci para sempre, cansada de esperar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-511310766300196302?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/511310766300196302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=511310766300196302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/511310766300196302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/511310766300196302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/delrio.html' title='Delírio...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvGi5vuDV2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Qwcc66P-8E8/s72-c/mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2556545552260179883</id><published>2007-09-19T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:34:10.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Anne Guedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvEkc_uDV1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5Io9LXwE9-k/s1600-h/cannedgoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvEkc_uDV1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5Io9LXwE9-k/s320/cannedgoods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111907132601751378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo avança&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de bom sentir, sorrimos, cada um para seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Os muros caem &lt;br /&gt;Os alicerces de uma vida, tremem...&lt;br /&gt;A constante lembrança de um momento que durou trinta anos&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevoa o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;O âmago sufoca num aperto imenso de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Os olhares cruzam as lágrimas derramadas em rostos que mostram a sua fragilidade&lt;br /&gt;Os abraços não voltarão mais a ser sentidos num quinteto&lt;br /&gt;Os silêncios vencem cada etapa, cada manhã sentida por ti numa solidão que te consome...&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que a tua força exista, a exaustão, o cansaço dos sorrisos que escondem a vontade de chorar, inibem o teu lado sereno, a tranquilidade que te conheci...&lt;br /&gt;Que posso fazer por ti?&lt;br /&gt;Com que mais palavras posso eu abraçar-te?&lt;br /&gt;Que conforto poderei eu dar-te?&lt;br /&gt;Para te libertar dessa nódoa que travou a melodia da tua vida...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro em mim, no meu íntimo alguma força para que consiga pegar-te em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;As dores que vivem nas tuas entranhas, são sentidas em mim num nível muito mais fustigante&lt;br /&gt;Pois não tenho como medir os teus sentires, e assim vivo esta revolta à minha maneira...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo quando cai nos nossos ombros parece até, que estilhaça cada pedaço de nós&lt;br /&gt;Nesta minha fraca agilidade em te consolar, sufoca-me, submerge-me a alma a tal ponto que sinto um vazio desmedido "aqui" dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Onde os sentires se confrontam, onde a penumbra se instala, e de onde eu não consigo sair...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca em momento algum da minha vida, interroguei as minhas capacidades de aceitação, nas decisões que me transcendem...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje contraditoriamente, olho-me, toco-me, sinto-me e vejo em mim um ser que desconheço a cada dia mais...&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém não está feliz, deve procurar a felicidade! Isto sentia eu! Eu consumia estas palavras sem qualquer sentimento de compaixão...Ninguém tem de estar infeliz, ninguém o merece...&lt;br /&gt;Num acto de rebeldia, de revolta, de incompreenção, de egoísmo... Chego a sentir mesmo uma infantilidade irritante em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Os protagonistas dessa infelicidade são os Seres que me ofereceram ao mundo... &lt;br /&gt;E são eles que "despejam" numa "contena", são eles que "sepultam" trinta anos de momentos com altos e baixos, de lágrimas e sorrisos, de discussões e abraços, de ternuras e amor que sempre existiu, que eu sempre senti, foram eles que me incutiram todo um misto de sentimentos que definem o meu Ser, que dão imagem ao meu interior...&lt;br /&gt;Baixo meu olhar, e deixo que o tempo continue a avançar! Num silêncio preso nas lágrimas que assolam cada sentir, cada pedaço de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Eles nunca mais vão conseguir regar os três canteiros semeados num amor que hoje, não sabe mais como vingar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2556545552260179883?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2556545552260179883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2556545552260179883&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2556545552260179883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2556545552260179883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvEkc_uDV1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5Io9LXwE9-k/s72-c/cannedgoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1416586262942259550</id><published>2007-09-19T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:20:41.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquilidade a momentos...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvD3IvuDV0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/FsMg3_Ldf-Y/s1600-h/1459181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvD3IvuDV0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/FsMg3_Ldf-Y/s320/1459181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111857306686150466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O sol desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;A noite cai&lt;br /&gt;Tu chegas perto&lt;br /&gt;Por entre sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Colo-me a ti&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo suave&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Numa caricia de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o calor que teu corpo emana&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro que teus poros transbordam&lt;br /&gt;A suavidade da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;A doçura da tua saliva&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perdida, em ti me encontro&lt;br /&gt;Os teus sussurros acalmam a intranquilidade do meu fim de dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1416586262942259550?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1416586262942259550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1416586262942259550&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1416586262942259550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1416586262942259550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/tranquilidade-momentos.html' title='Tranquilidade a momentos...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RvD3IvuDV0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/FsMg3_Ldf-Y/s72-c/1459181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3435317926405090021</id><published>2007-09-18T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:10:14.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Kazuo Okubo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ru-ij4DX7II/AAAAAAAAAHA/bDwXApbdfc0/s1600-h/kazuo+okubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ru-ij4DX7II/AAAAAAAAAHA/bDwXApbdfc0/s320/kazuo+okubo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111482839314459778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som da chuva enrosco meu corpo no teu&lt;br /&gt;Aninho minha cabeça no teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Afago com as pontas dos meus dedos o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me na doçura dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Na tua saliva mato minha sede&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu cheiro enlouqueço de desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na demência dos sentidos me deleito&lt;br /&gt;No teu saber amar me deixo levar&lt;br /&gt;Num sussurro de prazer me entrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave, calmamente te sinto&lt;br /&gt;Exploras minhas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Veneras meu corpo que é teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este quarto exala a fusão dos nossos aromas&lt;br /&gt;Prova os sabores que nossos poros emanam&lt;br /&gt;E nós... Saciados... Deliciados... Sorrimos e adormecemos num sonho que é nosso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3435317926405090021?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3435317926405090021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3435317926405090021&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3435317926405090021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3435317926405090021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/ns.html' title='Nós...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ru-ij4DX7II/AAAAAAAAAHA/bDwXApbdfc0/s72-c/kazuo+okubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7705478445761199131</id><published>2007-09-17T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:49:38.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ru5aM4DX7HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tbMldlvhZfk/s1600-h/Abrito44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ru5aM4DX7HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tbMldlvhZfk/s320/Abrito44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111121804363558002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Receio-a,&lt;br /&gt;Apavora-me,&lt;br /&gt;Amedronta-me&lt;br /&gt;Jamais seria capaz de viver nela&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo para nunca a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mediria o céu a palmos&lt;br /&gt;Roubaria um raio ao sol&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca deixar que o luar me brindasse na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Olho em meu redor&lt;br /&gt;E peço, suplico que o tempo nunca te roube de mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te aqui do meu lado sempre&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o som do teu respirar&lt;br /&gt;A doçura da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Até que os meus movimentos se sosseguem na eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir intensamente cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Aqui contigo, do meu lado até ao infindo do tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeHndLg0slw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeHndLg0slw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8938647767805898645-7705478445761199131?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7705478445761199131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7705478445761199131&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7705478445761199131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7705478445761199131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/solido.html' title='Solidão...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ru5aM4DX7HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tbMldlvhZfk/s72-c/Abrito44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2001215546059726206</id><published>2007-09-16T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:22:34.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A tela...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ruxn5YDX7GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NC83vLEUFi4/s1600-h/Abrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ruxn5YDX7GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NC83vLEUFi4/s320/Abrito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110573912565476450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me a esta saudade... &lt;br /&gt;A este momento em que me perco na melancolia&lt;br /&gt;A esta vontade imensa de voar&lt;br /&gt;Onde os medos e os receios se desprendem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um saber&lt;br /&gt;Um sentir que defina o que sou... &lt;br /&gt;O que quero&lt;br /&gt;O que procuro verdadeiramente&lt;br /&gt;Esta incessante busca em discernir a pureza dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;A magia que me proporcionam estes voos constantes&lt;br /&gt;Viajo pela insanidade dos meus desejos... &lt;br /&gt;Adormeço na quietude que o meu imaginário alcança&lt;br /&gt;Desperto as cores que me inebriam&lt;br /&gt;Pinto na tela do meu Eu as imagens que toco&lt;br /&gt;As formas e tecidos que um dia abracei verdadeiramente&lt;br /&gt;O corpo que possuí e decalquei em mim &lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me a esta saudade... &lt;br /&gt;Chorei, tentei livrar-me deste sufoco que me debilita a alma &lt;br /&gt;Beijei minha pele no devaneio de sentir teu sabor &lt;br /&gt;Procurei em vão alento para este sentir&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a tela inacabada... &lt;br /&gt;Falta pintar os cheiros... &lt;br /&gt;Os sabores... &lt;br /&gt;O toque dos teus dedos na minha pele! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(memorias minhas) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2001215546059726206?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2001215546059726206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2001215546059726206&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2001215546059726206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2001215546059726206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/tela.html' title='A tela...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Ruxn5YDX7GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NC83vLEUFi4/s72-c/Abrito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-1870649677620081490</id><published>2007-09-15T00:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:56:37.819+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rusgz4DX7FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3-Jobj2S7OI/s1600-h/nuno+belo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rusgz4DX7FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3-Jobj2S7OI/s320/nuno+belo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110214277773913170"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noite&lt;br /&gt;Brisa suave que me afaga o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que me levam a ti&lt;br /&gt;Sentires&lt;br /&gt;Que partilho contigo&lt;br /&gt;Abraço&lt;br /&gt;O teu que me acolhe&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Que nos elevam a alma&lt;br /&gt;Desejos&lt;br /&gt;Que nos conduzem ao beijo&lt;br /&gt;Arrepios &lt;br /&gt;Que nossos corpos unidos produzem &lt;br /&gt;Suavidade&lt;br /&gt;Num sussurro que pronunciamos ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;É querer-te, é gostar-te, é desejar-te, é possuir-te, és tu, sou eu, é a fusão de nós dois...&lt;br /&gt;Somos como barro nas mãos do oleiro, moldando-nos a cada dia, modificando-nos, sempre tentando a perfeição, melhores, mais unidos, mais preparados, seres insaciados, procurando a cada instante uma maior grandeza de sentires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de: Nuno Belo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-1870649677620081490?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/1870649677620081490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=1870649677620081490&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1870649677620081490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/1870649677620081490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuso.html' title='Fusão...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rusgz4DX7FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3-Jobj2S7OI/s72-c/nuno+belo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-4145019970363151469</id><published>2007-09-14T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:34:05.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrio...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Flavia Bomfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RupwJYDX7EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8pWV4VCsnNU/s1600-h/flavia+bonfim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RupwJYDX7EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8pWV4VCsnNU/s320/flavia+bonfim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110020033582984258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendo um cigarro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro num sorriso, ao olhar o sol que brilha lá no alto, num céu azul claro e "salpicado" de nuvens brancas que fazem lembrar algodão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso na beleza que me rodeia, na quem sabe sorte, que me tem brindado em dias de tranquilidade, de afagos, de puro entendimento comigo mesma e com o mundo que me assume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me chega à lembrança momentos que me fizeram sorrir muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço ao sol por me dar energia, por me fazer sentir viva e disposta a ultrapassar tudo o que, bem sei que ainda fará dançar algumas lágrimas no palco do meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho em redor de mim mesma e não me sinto só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quase posso sentir o brilho nos meus olhos, brilho de alegria, por te saber aí, por te sentir aqui do meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranhamente... Toco meu rosto com as pontas dos meus dedos... Percorro a minha face como se estivesse tocando a tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O telefone tocou... Quero lá saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São momentos tão escassos em que me sinto "grande"... São momentos tão sublimes em que gosto de "vestir" a minha própria pele... Que tenho vontade de ficar aqui assim... O dia inteiro a olhar o infinito... A agradecer por me sentir simplesmente bem, sorridente, calma, tranquila, serena, disposta a concordar comigo mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opsss... O telefone tocou outra vez... É melhor ir mesmo atender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio, talvez quem estiver do outro lado do telefone vai sentir que estou a sorrir... E... é bom, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-4145019970363151469?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/4145019970363151469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=4145019970363151469&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4145019970363151469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/4145019970363151469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorrio.html' title='Sorrio...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RupwJYDX7EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8pWV4VCsnNU/s72-c/flavia+bonfim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3010236277457011561</id><published>2007-09-13T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:14:26.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque hoje me sinto assim...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Bernardo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RulEd4DX7DI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tiZqc0oYA6E/s1600-h/bernardo+coelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109690532281969714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RulEd4DX7DI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tiZqc0oYA6E/s320/bernardo+coelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sinto em mim a beleza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua e o sol&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terra molhada, a chuva&lt;br /&gt;A minha serenidade... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar e os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;O meu sentir... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocam arpas,&lt;br /&gt;Soam notas do piano velhinho&lt;br /&gt;Melodias deslumbrantes&lt;br /&gt;O meu sorriso... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O campo, as flores&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fragrância&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruas e as gentes&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; memorias minhas) :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3010236277457011561?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3010236277457011561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3010236277457011561&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3010236277457011561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3010236277457011561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-porque-hoje-me-sinto-assim.html' title='E porque hoje me sinto assim...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RulEd4DX7DI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tiZqc0oYA6E/s72-c/bernardo+coelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8040358950493225104</id><published>2007-09-13T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:36:37.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>E porque sei que me pensas...&lt;br /&gt;E porque sei que me sentes como eu a ti...&lt;br /&gt;E porque sei que ambos "voamos" no mesmo sentido...&lt;br /&gt;E porque as recordações não deixam de me alimentar o ego...&lt;br /&gt;E porque... porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para ti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3J8q4cBSkTQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3J8q4cBSkTQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8938647767805898645-8040358950493225104?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8040358950493225104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8040358950493225104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8040358950493225104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8040358950493225104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6330837869063980979</id><published>2007-09-12T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:55:14.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RugWKIDX7CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0G_0_QXRJfg/s1600-h/28904127_b1c9c32e19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RugWKIDX7CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0G_0_QXRJfg/s320/28904127_b1c9c32e19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109358140467964962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite fria que me abraça &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me embala, me prende no seu escuro... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento que sopra na minha face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me esfria, me acaricia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luar de aromas inigualáveis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me ostenta a sua luz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muro que me suporta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ampara, me resguarda... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas, sorrisos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexão, leveza... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soberbo momento em que quis estar só comigo mesma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(memorias)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6330837869063980979?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6330837869063980979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6330837869063980979&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6330837869063980979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6330837869063980979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RugWKIDX7CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0G_0_QXRJfg/s72-c/28904127_b1c9c32e19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-8821312612886116888</id><published>2007-09-09T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:48:04.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: J.P.Sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuR2qvPaZTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EIOwQ0zGviY/s1600-h/622172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuR2qvPaZTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EIOwQ0zGviY/s320/622172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108338353952679218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor não tem explicação... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é previsível... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma visão do estado mais puro da alma... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inconstante... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É irracional... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a mais bela forma de partilha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o darmos-nos sem nada em troca querer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o ponto fraco no coração do mais forte... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o reflexo do meu bom sentir... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o êxito do mais fracassado... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a solução magica dos mais audazes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o ânimo dos moribundos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é o brilho do teu olhar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a mais simples forma de agradecimento... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor pela vida... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor pelas pessoas que nos rodeiam... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor pelos seres vivos que nos fazem sentir com vida a nós mesmos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor pelo simples facto de respirarmos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não se procura... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não se ensina, nem se aprende... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É saber estar bem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esperança... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É leveza... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter asas para voar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sonhar acordado... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma queda livre... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É deitar com mais vontade de acordar na manhã seguinte... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a loucura que te faz sorrir... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando cantas mesmo sem saberes a letra... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando te interrogas pelo céu ser azul... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é tudo o que te faz feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fev.2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-8821312612886116888?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/8821312612886116888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=8821312612886116888&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8821312612886116888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/8821312612886116888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-amor.html' title='O Amor...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuR2qvPaZTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EIOwQ0zGviY/s72-c/622172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-545691061160335547</id><published>2007-09-09T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:57:42.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso de Jasmim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuRAV_PaZSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X1SM9Htnj8A/s1600-h/anneged2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108278623842493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuRAV_PaZSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X1SM9Htnj8A/s320/anneged2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais um desafio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A querida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt;, andou a ter umas ideias... Mais um desafio para o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mundinho&lt;/span&gt; dos blogs... O desafio consiste em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Escolhem 5 pessoas (que coisa é sempre o 5 que anda na baila, porque não um outro número qualquer?!?) que costumam comentar muito...e revelam a importância que elas têm no vosso cantinho... Essas mesmas 5 pessoas terão que fazer o mesmo no seu blog...&lt;br /&gt;Coisa simples :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nomeio então...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;O querido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- (podes mesmo cumprir-te na nomeação da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt;, pois não sou exigente!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rsrsrsr&lt;/span&gt; Foi ele o primeiro a "estrear" a caixinha de comentários deste espaço!&lt;br /&gt;E sem os comentários dele este blog perde algum sentido! É um doce, é um Amigo que tem sempre uma palavra de carinho, brinca e é doido, e como os doidos se entendem... Pois quero-te aqui :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.A minha doce, meiga, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lindérrima&lt;/span&gt; e amiga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kakauzinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- (já li que me nomeaste também, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opa&lt;/span&gt; se não te importas cumpro-me aqui e agora! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;) És sei lá, és tudo o que já disse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inúmeras&lt;/span&gt; vezes, uma querida amiga! Estás aí, há já algum tempo que te sinto aí! Contigo rio até não poder mais, contigo choro, e sei lá...palavras para quê!!! Gosto-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.A doce Um Momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Pela sua ternura e carinho, pela sua beleza nas palavras, por me fazer sentir que também está aí! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Querido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Excelsior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Pois é também estás neste desafio, tu que és um querido, que num espaço tão curto de tempo me levaste a sentir um carinho imenso por ti, uma amizade, um querer bem! Pois és mais uma presença importante aqui neste "enredo" de palavras, nesta doidice de sentires! (Andas meio ausente, mas acredito que daqui a nada voltas mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disponível&lt;/span&gt; e realizado :), confio-te!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Docinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Olny&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;simpatia&lt;/span&gt;, pela presença que se tem revelado constante, por gostar também de a sentir aí! (não é nenhuma "vingança" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt; é de coração!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como é natural menina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt;, não fez parte da minha lista de nomeados pelo facto de ter surgido daí esta ideia, e sendo nomeada por mim agora, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;entraríamos&lt;/span&gt; numa roda viva de "perseguições" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hihihihih&lt;/span&gt; mas sinta-se da mesma forma importante neste espaço, pois um "passarinho" com asas tão coloridas só traz a este espaço uma grande vontade de voar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer palavra que alguém possa deixar por aqui é uma "lufada" de frescura, uma brisa morna, um sorriso que eu partilho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam ainda de fora pessoas que fazem há muito parte desta "caminhada" &lt;em&gt;O meu doce padrinho&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt; lindo&lt;/em&gt; (Na Sombra da Lua), &lt;em&gt;A minha Amiga&lt;/em&gt; (Amar Em Silencio) que tão bem me entende, que me sente, que eu sinto que... (tu sabes tudo o que te penso)!&lt;br /&gt;E claro os restantes das minhas "&lt;em&gt;Boas Leituras&lt;/em&gt;" que se estão "ali" é porque também os gosto :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sorriso e um beijo preso nas asas de um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-545691061160335547?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/545691061160335547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=545691061160335547&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/545691061160335547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/545691061160335547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-sorriso-de-jasmim.html' title='Um sorriso de Jasmim...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuRAV_PaZSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/X1SM9Htnj8A/s72-c/anneged2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3332386509479378190</id><published>2007-09-09T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:05:59.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O desafio da página 161 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuQvCfPaZRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Lox4syygdSk/s1600-h/livros.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108259597137372434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuQvCfPaZRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Lox4syygdSk/s320/livros.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu a cumprir mais um desafio da querida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; (do blog Pequeno Mundo De Letras)... tardei a "cumprir-me" e hoje domingo, dia sei lá... dado à melancolia... às recordações... Peguei o livro mais colorido da prateleira, o mais "velhinho", o mais usado... Um livro que fez parte de alguns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anitos&lt;/span&gt; da minha infância, onde me proporcionou momentos de imensa ternura quer com a minha Mãe, quer com o meu Pai... Antes de ir dormir sempre foi hábito (ainda hoje é com o meu filho) contar uma história... Muitas delas eram da pura imaginação dos meus Pais, outras do livro " 365 histórias de encantar... um conto para cada dia do ano..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então na página 161 e na 5ª linha diz assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tónio&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tónio&lt;/span&gt;! - Chamava logo a seguir a mãe. - Vai depressa buscar-me lã para tecer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta 5ª linha pertence ao conto do dia 3 de Setembro, deste livro de "encantar" que me acompanha desde os 3 anos de idade, se ele "falasse" pois teria tanto para revelar... Momentos de ternura, em que os meus pais tentavam numa doçura imensa brincar com as vozes, dando vida a simples histórias, confesso que muitas vezes chorava para que eles lessem o livro inteiro na mesma noite... Outras tentavam eles lerem-me um conto deste livro a qualquer hora do dia quando eu estava nos meus momentos de birra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim! Acabo por vos dar a conhecer mais um pouco de mim! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras do desafio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olharem para um livro, abrirem esse livro na página 161 e transcreverem a 5ª linha da mesma página e desafiarem 5 pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;batutices&lt;/span&gt;! Não podem escolher o livro nem a frase... Olhem e peguem sem escolhas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu nomeio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha doce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kakauzinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://lakakau.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lakakau.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu querido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Excelsior&lt;/span&gt; (tens todo o tempo do mundo) &lt;a href="http://transwarpdrive.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://transwarpdrive.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;docinha&lt;/span&gt; Um momento &lt;a href="http://somomentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://somomentos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simpática &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;a href="http://godmakemegoodbutnotyet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://godmakemegoodbutnotyet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e... como é óbvio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu doce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WildMindMan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://wildmindman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wildmindman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (só para o "entalar") &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;AndreIa&lt;/span&gt;" este já está!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rsrsrsr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso em cada um dos "meus" docinhos! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3332386509479378190?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3332386509479378190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3332386509479378190&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3332386509479378190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3332386509479378190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-desafio-da-pgina-161.html' title='O desafio da página 161 ...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuQvCfPaZRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Lox4syygdSk/s72-c/livros.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-5807550550716463254</id><published>2007-09-07T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:18:56.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias que fazem todo o sentido...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Nuno Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuEy2_PaZQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qwVi68emqA4/s1600-h/nuno+belo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuEy2_PaZQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qwVi68emqA4/s320/nuno+belo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107419372685255938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti...&lt;br /&gt;Fechei meus olhos só para te sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha pele senti teu perfume...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha boca o beijo que saciou a sede de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas mãos a suavidade do teu tecido...&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito a serenidade do quanto é bom ser tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti...&lt;br /&gt;Porque me deu uma saudade imensa...&lt;br /&gt;Porque quis que o sonho me prende-se a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Porque me dás segurança quando estás presente em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque é estonteante este amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti...&lt;br /&gt;Para estar feliz num só momento...&lt;br /&gt;Para desfrutar do teu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir que amar é o único sentimento que nos conduz a voos sublimes...&lt;br /&gt;Para saciar este vazio que deixaste em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti...&lt;br /&gt;E quero sempre sentir-te quando a saudade estrangular meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Quando as lágrimas percorrerem meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Quando o desejo invadir minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentir necessidade de ti,quero voar nestes sonhos que me pertencem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            (Maio.2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-5807550550716463254?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/5807550550716463254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=5807550550716463254&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5807550550716463254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/5807550550716463254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/memrias-que-fazem-todo-o-sentido.html' title='Memórias que fazem todo o sentido...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuEy2_PaZQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qwVi68emqA4/s72-c/nuno+belo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3042288558718104165</id><published>2007-09-07T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:20:55.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuCYr_PaZPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SFZEalh0mHI/s1600-h/1140467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107249858916017394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuCYr_PaZPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SFZEalh0mHI/s320/1140467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sentada na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Acendo um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Olho a noite calma&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas lá bem altas&lt;br /&gt;Esta brisa fresca que me envolve&lt;br /&gt;Este meu estado de espírito &lt;br /&gt;Dá-me asas para voar até onde eu quero ir&lt;br /&gt;Sonho-te &lt;br /&gt;Pego em ti e voamos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te aqui bem perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Este meu sorriso a ti o devo&lt;br /&gt;Esta minha tranquilidade a ti se estende&lt;br /&gt;Continuando aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Respiro fundo&lt;br /&gt;Saboreio este momento&lt;br /&gt;E penso-te&lt;br /&gt;Abraço-te&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te &lt;br /&gt;Tens-me valido tanto&lt;br /&gt;Será que te mereço?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a resposta&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito este momento&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio-te&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-me viva em ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3042288558718104165?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3042288558718104165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3042288558718104165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3042288558718104165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3042288558718104165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/ti.html' title='A ti...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuCYr_PaZPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SFZEalh0mHI/s72-c/1140467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-874914707647615016</id><published>2007-09-06T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:03:43.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Carlos Carpier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuAWQ_PaZNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W3SlIaoF4UI/s1600-h/carlos+carpier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107106458547938514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuAWQ_PaZNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W3SlIaoF4UI/s320/carlos+carpier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas que cintilam&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos que me embalam&lt;br /&gt;Asas que me elevam num voo encantador&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que me cercam e me afagam&lt;br /&gt;Melodias que me despertam o bom sentir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou do vento que me levar&lt;br /&gt;Sou do sol que me aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sou da liberdade que me sossega&lt;br /&gt;Parto no imaginário&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevoo os mares de sentires&lt;br /&gt;Palpo as recordações mansamente&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me estar aqui assim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque me sinto bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-874914707647615016?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/874914707647615016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=874914707647615016&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/874914707647615016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/874914707647615016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RuAWQ_PaZNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W3SlIaoF4UI/s72-c/carlos+carpier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-344596584300305345</id><published>2007-09-06T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:20:50.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt_Ox_PaZMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OjfIfBScK1c/s1600-h/200px-Heidi_and_her_grandfather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107027860646421698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt_Ox_PaZMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OjfIfBScK1c/s320/200px-Heidi_and_her_grandfather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem querida Andrea aqui está, tardou mas chegou!&lt;br /&gt;Cumprindo um dos desafio da Andreia depois de algumas ameaças! (rsrsrsrrs)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse uma árvore&lt;/strong&gt; - seria um eucalipto... encanta-me o aroma, é refrescante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se fosse um símbolo químico&lt;/strong&gt; - seria P (fósforo) porque é um dos essenciais, porque é uma substância reagente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse um animal&lt;/strong&gt; - um papagaio, porque fala, porque chega a ser irritante, porque tem asas, e gosta de companhia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse uma música&lt;/strong&gt; - teria de ser todos os dias uma diferente, enjoo a rotina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse um carro&lt;/strong&gt; - um jipe, confortável, bem sofisticado, seguro nos caminhos menos acessíveis a carros mais baixos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse uma palavra&lt;/strong&gt; - seria "regra" para a quebrar, detesto ter de cumprir regras (mas ainda assim sei que algumas têm mesmo de se cumprir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse um gesto&lt;/strong&gt; - seria um beijo, porque não me imagino sem eles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse uma profissão&lt;/strong&gt; - seria a que nunca cheguei a realizar pediatra, amo crianças e poder "tirar-lhes" as dores seria para mim estonteante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse um livro&lt;/strong&gt; - um dicionário chinês-português, tantas vezes me falam que mais parece chinês, assim seria mais fácil entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se fosse uma estação do ano&lt;/strong&gt; - seria inverno num dia de sol, porque gosto da claridade mas o frio dá-me mais energia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse uma figura mítica&lt;/strong&gt; - opá só poderia ser Afrodite (hihihihih ai o amor!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse uma comida&lt;/strong&gt; - uma açorda sem dúvida, com bastantes coentros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse uma personagem de um conto seria&lt;/strong&gt; - Heidi, pela liberdade, por andar descalça nos lindos Alpes suíços, pelo contacto com a natureza e pela sua doçura que acabou por "domar" a rudez do avô... (sempre gostei da Heidi, pronto!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse um líder&lt;/strong&gt; - seria na certa qualquer um, mas falhado! Não tenho a mínima pachorra para liderar, nem o sei fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse uma peça de imobiliário&lt;/strong&gt; - uma cama enorme, porque sem descanso ninguém pode sentir-se bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu eu fosse um elemento da natureza&lt;/strong&gt; - seria um relâmpago, apenas para os entender, amedrontam-me, apavoram-me, Brontofobia mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho Andrea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-344596584300305345?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/344596584300305345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=344596584300305345&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/344596584300305345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/344596584300305345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/se-eu-fosse.html' title='Se eu fosse...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt_Ox_PaZMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OjfIfBScK1c/s72-c/200px-Heidi_and_her_grandfather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7091383930240690141</id><published>2007-09-05T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:04:44.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido amigo Wild...</title><content type='html'>Beijo-te docemente não com a beleza do "Porto Sentido" mas com a doce tranquilidade de um outro "Porto... o Côvo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom regresso ao trabalho amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/widwphp_JIo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/widwphp_JIo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8938647767805898645-7091383930240690141?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7091383930240690141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7091383930240690141&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7091383930240690141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7091383930240690141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/querido-amigo-wild.html' title='Querido amigo Wild...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2255403319436079127</id><published>2007-09-04T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:41:36.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até já...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt1nCPPaZLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ac77aTPIFTM/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106350840656585906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt1nCPPaZLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ac77aTPIFTM/s320/ampulheta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANDO-ME UM TEMPO...&lt;br /&gt;QUANTO? PARA QUÊ?&lt;br /&gt;POIS, NÃO SEI...&lt;br /&gt;TALVEZ PARA ESQUECER QUE HOJE TIVE SAUDADES... MUITAS SAUDADES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto logo... Continuarei a ler-vos, a sentir-vos... E a "deixar-vos" a doçura de um beijo!&lt;br /&gt;;O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3Jc8vCwR-4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3Jc8vCwR-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8938647767805898645-2255403319436079127?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2255403319436079127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2255403319436079127&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2255403319436079127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2255403319436079127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-j.html' title='Até já...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt1nCPPaZLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ac77aTPIFTM/s72-c/ampulheta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-848796725900078684</id><published>2007-09-04T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:27:50.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe...</title><content type='html'>Desconheço autor da foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt0_6PPaZKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8ShN9Egmkng/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106307822264149154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt0_6PPaZKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8ShN9Egmkng/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lembrei teu doce tocar... E doeu forte, dói...&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei acordada com os teus beijos doces e "repenicados"... E como dói tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Precisei tanto de ti nestes últimos tempos... E sei, sinto que continuarei a precisar-te, como dói...&lt;br /&gt;Olhei o vazio, e desejei tanto que o preenchesses... Como sinto forte esta dor...&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me constantemente se me pensas, se me sentes a falta da forma que sinto a tua... Saberás o quanto me fustiga?&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me tantas vezes e sempre com o desejo de ser "encontrada" por ti... E dói tanto quando "todos" me estendem a mão menos Tu!&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás? Faz tempo que nada de ti sei... Tento "friamente" não te saber se bem ou mal... Será que também choras?&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te lembras como eu "cheiro"? Ainda te lembras do timbre da minha voz? Se soubesses como ainda está entranhado em mim o teu aroma... Se soubesses como "grita" dentro de mim a tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim tantas e tantas vezes a querer sentar-me no teu colinho... Sentirás falta de me teres nos teus braços?&lt;br /&gt;Acordas também durante a noite parecendo que me ouves, assim como eu?&lt;br /&gt;Tanta pergunta, para as quais não obtenho resposta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Corrói meu âmago...&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Um despertar para o tempo que ficou lá atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma lágrima que dança no palco do meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Um aperto quase sufocante...&lt;br /&gt;Um grito na voz calada que fustiga as minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu não estás aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendem-se meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Deixo de caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Olho e sinto o céu escuro, pesado, intensamente medonho...&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber como sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;Quero descobrir o brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o salpicar das ondas nos meus sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu... Tu não estás aqui..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-848796725900078684?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/848796725900078684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=848796725900078684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/848796725900078684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/848796725900078684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/me.html' title='Mãe...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt0_6PPaZKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8ShN9Egmkng/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-7939565832074503777</id><published>2007-09-04T10:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:56:48.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt0ql_PaZJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HyMhz2SFx6A/s1600-h/1043813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106284384627614866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt0ql_PaZJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HyMhz2SFx6A/s320/1043813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopra no meu rosto... brisa morna&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia minha pele... com os beijos doces dos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Acalma meu âmago... no encanto dos teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Leva meu fustigante recordar... para o infinito dos sentimentos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-7939565832074503777?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/7939565832074503777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=7939565832074503777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7939565832074503777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/7939565832074503777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/09/vem.html' title='Vem...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/Rt0ql_PaZJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HyMhz2SFx6A/s72-c/1043813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-2311928285928810483</id><published>2007-08-31T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:10:22.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopia...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtgE6fPaZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/66-wHqi-DCs/s1600-h/734049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104835580489524338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtgE6fPaZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/66-wHqi-DCs/s320/734049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes quisera eu olhar o céu&lt;br /&gt;Ver nele os meus quadros surrealistas pintados&lt;br /&gt;A mil cores de tons pastel&lt;br /&gt;Que embalasse a pureza dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Que a acalmia fosse uma constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baixo meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Aceito a fraca, a ténue força que me sustenta&lt;br /&gt;Abraço meu corpo, deixo-me ficar no sossego dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Tento voar na altitude possível&lt;br /&gt;No melhor que consiga "bater as asas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço ao sol que inebrie cada passo teu, cada passo nosso...&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumine cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que fortaleça cada atitude&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mantenha sempre próximos na luz&lt;br /&gt;Na simplicidade dos momentos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-2311928285928810483?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/2311928285928810483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=2311928285928810483&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2311928285928810483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/2311928285928810483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/08/utopia.html' title='Utopia...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtgE6fPaZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/66-wHqi-DCs/s72-c/734049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-3560952798129839445</id><published>2007-08-30T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:43:05.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EU... Estranhamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtaXZvPaZGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UU02SMsUHc8/s1600-h/59969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtaXZvPaZGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UU02SMsUHc8/s320/59969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104433696104670306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leveza&lt;br /&gt;Saudade imensa&lt;br /&gt;Desejo&lt;br /&gt;Loucura&lt;br /&gt;Embriaguez de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Tocares&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Asas de anjo que me acalmam&lt;br /&gt;Voo mágico que me liberta&lt;br /&gt;Sabores que saciam minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Odores que se entranham no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que invadem meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Sussurros que satisfazem meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Corpo nu que te espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Palavras... Sentires... Que perduram no tempo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-3560952798129839445?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/3560952798129839445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=3560952798129839445&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3560952798129839445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/3560952798129839445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-estranhamente.html' title='EU... Estranhamente...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtaXZvPaZGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UU02SMsUHc8/s72-c/59969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6445346901956561825</id><published>2007-08-30T03:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T03:57:27.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsiva... Espontânea...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: ABrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtYxrPPaZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grC7Dz9Suzo/s1600-h/45484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtYxrPPaZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grC7Dz9Suzo/s320/45484.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104321846566347858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei que faço aqui a esta hora...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque raios o sono fugiu de mim no momento em que "quase" me deixava "apanhar"...&lt;br /&gt;Já olhei o céu, mas as estrelas não brilham, talvez já elas tenham adormecido...&lt;br /&gt;Pego num cigarro, num ápice chega ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou? Por onde ando?&lt;br /&gt;Porque teimo em ser impulsiva?&lt;br /&gt;Porque digo e faço "coisas" sem pensar nas consequências?&lt;br /&gt;Olho em redor e não encontro as respostas...&lt;br /&gt;Receio poder ferir, receio poder afastar alguém de mim impetuosamente&lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar-me, ou encontrar alguém que sinta o que eu sinto, que veja o que eu vejo...&lt;br /&gt;E... Por momentos sinto que posso "estragar" tudo, pelo simples factor Espontaneidade!&lt;br /&gt;Que tantas e tantas vezes "joga" contra mim!&lt;br /&gt;E eu "Burra", "Cega" não vejo, não sinto, não penso!&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o que é sentir que possas estar a "entrar" por caminhos que levam alguém a magoar-se ainda mais?&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando "sufocam" a possível vontade que têm de nos dizer tudo, e que ao mesmo tempo nos sentem "frágeis" demais, pensando que nos vão ferir com as talvez duras palavras e seus sentires?&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa estranha esta!&lt;br /&gt;Ser sensível, não significa para mim ser frágil...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esta mania "animalesca" de me sentir capaz de suportar tudo, e quantas vezes quisera eu, poder tomar o lugar nas dores Dos que me rodeiam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas especulei, as certezas transcendem-me... Apenas me sinto insegura neste momento... Mais um momento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8938647767805898645-6445346901956561825?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6445346901956561825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6445346901956561825&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6445346901956561825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6445346901956561825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/08/impulsiva-espontnea.html' title='Impulsiva... Espontânea...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtYxrPPaZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grC7Dz9Suzo/s72-c/45484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6592569192613550790</id><published>2007-08-29T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:36:28.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Herói...</title><content type='html'>Hoje estou lamechas...Pois estou e daí?&lt;br /&gt;Quando "mergulho" nas recordações...Passo por tantas "águas" que o tempo me devolve com frescura, como brisa tranquilizante a todos os meus sentires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me bem quando as memorias me trazem alegria, e hoje estou de facto serena nestes recordares...&lt;br /&gt;Faz dentro em breve dez anos, em que tentava eu "dominar" uma fase (mais uma) das menos boas da minha vida, quando alguém especial, alguém que me demonstrou uma amizade imensa, ouvia esta música no carro, e me ligou no mesmo instante dizendo que tinha tudo a ver comigo, naquele momento, naqueles momentos que me custaram a digerir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentires tão simples quanto identificar-mos alguém através de uma música, são "coisas" assim que ficam, que nos marcam, que nos dão alento, nos afagam e nos dão alguma força para seguir em frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kakauzinha, recebe também este "mimo" de mim, que a música te traga um sabor mais adocicado a este teu momento, e sabes bem que dentro de ti também existe um "herói"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo terno e doce em ti *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o4Dl1Gt0Ik"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9o4Dl1Gt0Ik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8938647767805898645-6592569192613550790?l=aromaajasmim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/feeds/6592569192613550790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8938647767805898645&amp;postID=6592569192613550790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6592569192613550790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8938647767805898645/posts/default/6592569192613550790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaajasmim.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-heri.html' title='Um Herói...'/><author><name>Jasmim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14210341567117173551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/STGXuJ6Gq8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hItKZYEnXU8/S220/gse_multipart6026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938647767805898645.post-6333652277640493538</id><published>2007-08-29T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:12:34.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-te aqui...</title><content type='html'>Foto de: Luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtViM_PaZEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8bmZxXJx6xs/s1600-h/1357459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104093727968355394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G91D-6vvk7k/RtViM_PaZEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8bmZxXJx6xs/s320/1357459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Estava para aqui de esferográfica na mão a preencher uns papeis...&lt;br /&gt;Quando dei por mim a pensar-te..&lt;br /&gt;Dei por mim, a ter saudades de encaminhar-te um postal...&lt;br /&gt;Lembras, enviei-te alguns com um simples "Estou bem e feliz, beijinhos"&lt;br /&gt;Tu logo me telefonavas e gargalhávamos tanto, eu achava que eram suficientes aquelas palavras, e a ti sabiam-te a tão pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Quando na verdade poderia escrever-te mil e uma palavras, já que "pagaria" o mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;E ao telefone era sempre um sacrifício para desligar...&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, desde que partiste a conta telefónica baixou consideravelmente...&lt;br /&gt;E os selos? Pois... acho que até já nem sei mais como se faz, para fazer chegar correspondência a alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto aconteceu naturalmente, nunca pensei que por tu não estares mais aqui, deixaria de encaminhar cartas a alguém, ou algo do género...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja o inconsciente que fuja às memorias...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja mais fácil assim, não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que perdem o sentido, principalmente quando nos fazem recordar momentos únicos...&lt;br /&gt;Vá-se lá entender os sentimentos, eles na verdade são somente para se sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que sofro demasiado com as recordações, fustigam-me imenso...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, estou para aqui com uma saudade "apertadinha" mas com uma mistura de orgulho, de bom sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que mais logo posso sair daqui a correr e ir ter contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos quem sabe ir até ao jardim...&lt;br /&gt;Lembras? Corríamos como dois tolinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Tinha eu uns 15 anos, ainda tu estavas ui...se estavas para as curvas!!&lt;br /&gt;E aquele dia de chuva?&lt;br /&gt;Eu detestava andar de chapéu de chuva...&lt;br /&gt;E só para não ter de ouvir um "ralhete" da minha mãe, chegámos ambos a casa que nem "uns patinhos encharcados"...&lt;br /&gt;Assumiste a culpa, até a avó te chamou de "gaiato"...&lt;br /&gt;Rimos tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Foram momentos tão simples quanto estes que nos deixaram "saborear" o quão boa a vida se pode transformar...&lt;br /&gt;A essência está em ser-mos nós mesmos e da forma mais descontraída e mais simples possível...&lt;br /&gt;Só assim nos "encontramos" no melhor que a vida tem para nos oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;Estejas tu onde estiveres, sei que me gostas tanto quanto eu a ti!&lt;br /&gt;Este saber ajuda-me a enfrentar tudo o que me possa magoar!&lt;br /&gt;Estás aqui agora, não estás? 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