<?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-987635368232757553</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:46:24.683Z</updated><category term='[MRP]'/><title type='text'>...As minhas cenas...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4881839086404611757</id><published>2011-03-21T11:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:48:15.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Perto do meu longe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RP0-WHw37ms/TYc5C3xhnVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9xKzonvM-1Q/s1600/saudade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RP0-WHw37ms/TYc5C3xhnVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9xKzonvM-1Q/s1600/saudade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RP0-WHw37ms/TYc5C3xhnVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9xKzonvM-1Q/s200/saudade2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586496584270585170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por muito perto que me sinta.....&lt;br /&gt;De ti, de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me longe desse momento que gosto,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um sorrir diferente, embora tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um agir adequado, embora calmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver em parceria com o que amamos&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos crescer e valorizar o quanto gostamos...do perto do meu longe&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos ser pacientes, por aquele momento, sim, aquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Que nos coloca perto do momento que gostamos&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo diferente, com mais inquietação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilho contigo este meu longe,&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que o meu perto&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente é o perto do meu longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-4881839086404611757?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4881839086404611757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=4881839086404611757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4881839086404611757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4881839086404611757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2011/03/perto-do-meu-longe.html' title='Perto do meu longe...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RP0-WHw37ms/TYc5C3xhnVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9xKzonvM-1Q/s72-c/saudade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-159444063340998327</id><published>2010-09-01T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:47:47.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo passa ...</title><content type='html'>O tempo passa, e com ele partem para sítio nenhum os sonhos que um dia sonhamos e que chegamos a acreditar que talvez se tornassem realidade…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, e aqueles a quem chamávamos amigos não passam agora de nomes escritos por ordem alfabética numa velha agenda guardada no fundo de uma gaveta qualquer…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, e os discos que tanto ouvíamos estão agora tão riscados que foram esquecidos a um canto do móvel da sala…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, e o passado encerra-se num álbum de Liceu, nalgumas cartas de amor fingido, em dois ou três copos roubados num bar…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, e a loucura que guiava os nossos passos deu lugar a um compromisso atroz que nos impede de viver…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, e quando nos olhamos no espelho já nem sequer vislumbramos aquele sorriso que nos tornava os melhores do mundo…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, passa, até que um dia deixa de passar, se cansa simplesmente de passar e parte levando consigo o tempo… E nós onde ficamos? Nós partimos também rumo a um lugar onde o tempo tão cansado já não queira passar ou nem sequer exista…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-159444063340998327?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/159444063340998327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=159444063340998327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/159444063340998327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/159444063340998327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-tempo-passa.html' title='O tempo passa ...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-5659730949830301742</id><published>2010-04-24T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:46:17.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma boa mensagem . . . para qualquer mensageiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRTqFjflgto&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRTqFjflgto&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&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/987635368232757553-5659730949830301742?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/5659730949830301742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=5659730949830301742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/5659730949830301742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/5659730949830301742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-boa-mensagem-para-qualquer.html' title='Uma boa mensagem . . . para qualquer mensageiro'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-1508440376014097340</id><published>2010-04-04T02:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:57:27.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[MRP]'/><title type='text'>Uma boa citação...</title><content type='html'>"Somos o avesso um do outro. Quando duvidas, paras, e eu sigo em frente. Quando tens medo, eu tenho vontade quando sonhas, eu pego nos teus sonhos e torno-os realidade, quando te entristeces, fechas-te numa concha e eu choro para o mundo quando não sabes o que queres, ...esperas e eu escolho quando alguém te empurra, tu foges e eu deixo-me ir. &lt;br /&gt;Somos o avesso um do outro: iguais por fora, o contrário por dentro. Tu proteges-me, acalmas-me, ouves-me e ajudas-me a parar. Eu puxo por ti, sacudo-te e ajudo-te a avançar. Como duas metades teimosas, vivemos de costas voltadas um para o outro, eu sempre à espera que tu te vires e me abraces, e tu sempre à espera que a vida te traga um sinal, te aponte um caminho e escolha por ti o que não és capaz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fica comigo mais uma vez, vem rir do mundo e adormecer nos meus braços, abrir o teu coração e sonhar acordado, vem ter comigo hoje..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-1508440376014097340?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1508440376014097340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=1508440376014097340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/1508440376014097340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/1508440376014097340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-boa-citacao.html' title='Uma boa citação...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-573042122717378601</id><published>2010-04-01T00:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:19:27.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembra-te de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/S7Pmd9QhcTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CtQ5dx9zhgk/s1600/calvin-hobbes-abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/S7Pmd9QhcTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CtQ5dx9zhgk/s320/calvin-hobbes-abraco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454956976010260786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a poeira se reflecte no brilho deixado de um passado tão próximo&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Não só como és... mas como foste, e como serás,&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te quem te ampara...quem diz incondicionavelmente e sem colocar qualquer coberta que te ama....que está...&lt;br /&gt;Quando está  ouve..aprecia e vive tudo o que fazes...&lt;br /&gt;Quando está adora tudo o que seja partilhado... &lt;br /&gt;Quando está e quando não está sente saudades do que viveu e do que não viveu contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando fica, &lt;br /&gt;Preocupa-se sempre com o mesmo... contigo no melhor ou pior momento..&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te quem poderás ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudado                          Compreensivo&lt;br /&gt;             Diferente&lt;br /&gt;                                               Calado&lt;br /&gt;      Ausente                 Presente                        Apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mais procuras, se tanto conheces? Quem mais vives para te sentires no amparo, na protecção e na plenitude de um dia bonito.&lt;br /&gt;O teu Mundo, tão bem conhecido Mundo, deixa-o experimentar a sensação de teres e reconheceres que tens...&lt;br /&gt;Abrir uma panóplia de sentimentos que advém de passados que serviram como guia numa viagem curta de Verão. Deixa o calor do experimentar reconhecimento invadir a felicidade que sempre tiveste... por teres quem esteje... por teres quem ame...&lt;br /&gt;É por veres, e não quereres ver, que te peço&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de ti...&lt;br /&gt;No acordar da manhã, no deitar sem ficar sem um amparo sereno e com respeito...&lt;br /&gt;E no  beijo...&lt;br /&gt;No olhar para a mão que abraçou e que pode abraçar o que tem ... tão perto...&lt;br /&gt;No olhar para a roupa que tanto identifica o espelho que tornas da tua pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;Do que és e com o que tens...&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-573042122717378601?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/573042122717378601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=573042122717378601' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/573042122717378601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/573042122717378601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/04/enquanto-poeira-se-reflecte-no-brilho.html' title='Lembra-te de ti...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/S7Pmd9QhcTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CtQ5dx9zhgk/s72-c/calvin-hobbes-abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-9035092297630212612</id><published>2010-03-22T02:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:17:36.959Z</updated><title type='text'>Vamos apenas respirar.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Apenas respire...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu entendo que toda a vida deve ter um fim enquanto nos sentamos sozinhos, sei que algum dia temos que partir...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Sei que sou um homem de sortes, em contar em ambas as maos aqueles que amo&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas tem só uma...outras não têm ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo...Vamos apenas respirar...e recuperar-nos&lt;br /&gt;Eu pratiquei todos os pecados que nunca me vão fazer vencer...&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, no fundo, sou somente mais um ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao quero mais dor, pois há tantas coisas que vejo neste mundo que me fazem acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo...és tudo o que vejo&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja te disse que preciso de ti?Já te disse que te quero?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu ainda não te disse sou parvo, sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe disso mais que eu &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu me purifico&lt;br /&gt;Reflicto diariamente enquanto admiro a tua face&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que me deste...e nada poupaste...nada levaste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste tudo....&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja te disse que preciso de ti ? Ja te disse que te quero?&lt;br /&gt;Se não te disse como queria, desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem sabe disso mellhor que eu &lt;br /&gt;Segura-me até eu morrer...quero encontrar-te do outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-9035092297630212612?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/9035092297630212612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=9035092297630212612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/9035092297630212612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/9035092297630212612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/03/vamos-apenas-respirar.html' title='Vamos apenas respirar.........'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-6137342337870816336</id><published>2010-03-07T13:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:20:20.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de ti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bT7NgZa7yZY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bT7NgZa7yZY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/987635368232757553-6137342337870816336?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6137342337870816336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=6137342337870816336' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/6137342337870816336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/6137342337870816336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/03/preciso-de-ti.html' title='Preciso de ti....'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-2498867902206719331</id><published>2010-03-07T12:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:52:46.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem és tu ? .. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/S5OhWtEwq7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/R6b0qjkxk2k/s1600-h/alone-13004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/S5OhWtEwq7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/R6b0qjkxk2k/s320/alone-13004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445873785849818034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um lado da rua, olha e penso:&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa feliz, realizada, sincera, transparente...Que demonstra ter tudo encaixado e com asas para voar, com esperança em ser feliz da maneira justa...&lt;br /&gt;Ao encruzilhar-me em caminhos mais desconhecidos e repentinos que surgem do ataque que o tempo nos faz deparo-me com densidade, injustiça, infelicidade encoberta numas asas que desconheço... em asas que nao imagino que voem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de poder voar junto a elas e explicar-lhe como se faz...&lt;br /&gt;Calcular a meta e planear todo o voo contigo, entendes? Uma vez atirado ao chão, uma vez estilhaçado..nao o poderei fazer, lembrando do lado da rua que amei... lembrando do quanto era agradavel sentir o ar fresco e limpo daquele lado da rua, de quem irei ter muitas saudades....Sinto que parte de mim preferiu morar no virar daquela esquina...para estar próximo dessa pessoa única, com apenas uma face para lidar com tudo...era muito bom vê-la de novo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas nao se amam infinitamente, nao se adoram e respeitam o que têm em conjunto... auto-mutilam-se dando precaridade ao que amam, sentindo a felicidade como se de um repentino se tratasse, e emergindo onde sempre quiseram estar, em posições que assentam na busca de uma nova estabilidade, como se o facto de a terem fosse para deitar no lixo... como se a pessoa deixasse de ser creditada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que pensar nisto desta forma... há que pensar no facto de nao sermos um lixo nas maos das pessoas que o fazem,... que amam e desamam como se de boas noticias estivessem a enriquecer o ouvinte...há que existir maturidade para sustentar um relacionamento feliz, mas ainda assim lidar com pessoas que só mostram asas para voar...não nos garantem viagem nenhuma... não nos garantem, até, que sozinhas enfrentaram algum voo.... dão tristeza pelo feitio demonstrado, outrora demonstrado, e quebrado da noite para o dia, como se outra pessoa invadisse aquela...tao boa e tao feliz...sinto pena .. mas ainda assim luto em busca de uma felicidade à minha maneira... luto em busca de umas asas que façam regressar aquele lado da rua onde fico mais bem disposto e onde camuflo o amor que tive para dar a quem nao o quis, de modo algum, aceitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-2498867902206719331?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/2498867902206719331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=2498867902206719331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/2498867902206719331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/2498867902206719331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-es-tu.html' title='Quem és tu ? .. . .'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/S5OhWtEwq7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/R6b0qjkxk2k/s72-c/alone-13004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-6633878990691726979</id><published>2010-02-27T14:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:32:07.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Forçado a jogar no chão a felicidade ganha...</title><content type='html'>Para, escuta e vê... &lt;br /&gt;Sente-te e depara-te com procura de afecto, felicidade, de luz&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-te ganho forças, ganho fé&lt;br /&gt;O bem-estar que outrora fora eterno agora escassa e cansa o que já foi ganho&lt;br /&gt;Força a jogar no chao toda a felicidade tida até aqui&lt;br /&gt;Os planos, os desejos, as preocupações, o carinho, o respeito e a lidação&lt;br /&gt;Tudo como diluído num copo que caiu ao chão...&lt;br /&gt;Para, escuta e vê...&lt;br /&gt;Este copo nao pode cair, nao pode quebrar, restando apenas os estilhaços e cacos&lt;br /&gt;Que nao traduzem o Mundo sentido, que nao traduzem o quanto importante tu és...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto pensas, ama...Enquanto te sentes, adora... Enquanto observas, aprecia...&lt;br /&gt;A oportunidade revela presente... não é daquelas que gosta de ser aberta em passado, isso entristece e não pertence ao teu Mundo, eu acredito que nao pertença ao teu Mundo, à tua pessoa. à Pessoa que sente e vê de um jeito tão especial...&lt;br /&gt;Perde o corpo as vezes necessárias, mas volta, volta como o Mundo te conhece...&lt;br /&gt;Sente o teu redor, aproxima-te e sente...&lt;br /&gt;Sente o apoio e ansiedade que gira em torno do regresso da tua pessoa ao teu corpo..esse corpo que alegra, anima e sabe amar tao bem....&lt;br /&gt;Sente e regressa ou apresenta a pessoa que preferes ter em ti&lt;br /&gt;Amo para que ? Com isto jogo-me no chão e faço que durmo para esquecer o que nunca ninguém quer esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;O estar feliz, o amar, o dar sem esperar receber absolutamente nada...&lt;br /&gt;O aperfeiçoar constante na estrada por onde passeei..esse passeio quue escassa como se o anoitecer se aproximasse, como se do comboio fosse forçado a sair..&lt;br /&gt;Sente e aprecia os gestos que ficam a pairar ao teu redor, receios que nao podem ser travados,acções que podem ser valorizadas e respondidas pra tal..&lt;br /&gt;Corre e volta... e traz de novo o bom que tens em ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-6633878990691726979?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/6633878990691726979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=6633878990691726979' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/6633878990691726979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/6633878990691726979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/02/forcado-jogar-no-chao-felicidade-ganha.html' title='Forçado a jogar no chão a felicidade ganha...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-7286538532017945728</id><published>2010-02-21T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:24:26.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Lutando pela felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6v8bSHlZIyU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6v8bSHlZIyU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-7286538532017945728?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/7286538532017945728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=7286538532017945728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/7286538532017945728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/7286538532017945728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2010/02/lutando-pela-felicidade.html' title='Lutando pela felicidade...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-3011022399068921139</id><published>2009-11-16T19:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:54:12.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SwGrPWLxHBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zxMLUN175JA/s1600/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404789307962629138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SwGrPWLxHBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zxMLUN175JA/s320/eclipse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinta... Sexta... Sábado ... Domingo .. Segunda... Terça ?&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam, e tu Eclipse, nao acabas...&lt;br /&gt;Até quando terei que pedir-te luz,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o calor... a aproximação.. e a perda do lado escuro...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mais uma vez, novamente, te escondes atrás dele...&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que nao te libertas  desse lado e conheces a importância que tens?&lt;br /&gt;Porque perdes força&lt;br /&gt;Vem.... à noite que seja...&lt;br /&gt;Falar comigo, explicar as razões...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez compreenda e sinta o lado que preferes, para te alojar&lt;br /&gt;talvez aceite a tua ida, o teu jogo das escondidas....&lt;br /&gt;talvez compreenda o teu modo inconsciente de te abrigares...&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixa ao menos valorizar-te..... sentir a tua luz mais perto .... sorri ao Mundo e leva-me ao outro lado, onde radias.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-3011022399068921139?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3011022399068921139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=3011022399068921139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3011022399068921139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3011022399068921139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/11/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SwGrPWLxHBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zxMLUN175JA/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-1597393278323302790</id><published>2009-10-05T01:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:30:52.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apreciem ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb8SewYkjds&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb8SewYkjds&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/987635368232757553-1597393278323302790?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/1597393278323302790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=1597393278323302790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/1597393278323302790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/1597393278323302790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/apreciem.html' title='Apreciem ....'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-490552742508972079</id><published>2009-10-05T00:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:07:57.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ver....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SskxZAAZTNI/AAAAAAAAADs/GNYpUCwRDLA/s1600-h/abstract.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388892734693657810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SskxZAAZTNI/AAAAAAAAADs/GNYpUCwRDLA/s320/abstract.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo o dia, o anoitecer, casas, jardins e o chuviscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo-te por entre tudo o que vejo e só isso interessa ao ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo tristezas, frustrações, sorrisos, rancores, gargalhadas, alegrias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo-te e fico feliz e só isso me interessa ao ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero perder o olhar para tudo e para todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar de ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ver-te apenas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao olhar-te perco-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por entre um futuro incógnito e tão ultrapassavel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao olhar-te vejo-me e sou feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Receios e medos fazem-me ver névoas e sombras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao ver-te tudo fica mais claro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta visão que desejo nunca ser apagada.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-490552742508972079?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/490552742508972079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=490552742508972079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/490552742508972079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/490552742508972079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/10/ver.html' title='Ver....'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SskxZAAZTNI/AAAAAAAAADs/GNYpUCwRDLA/s72-c/abstract.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-620265414225451903</id><published>2009-08-29T19:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:01:44.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/Spl61t3leRI/AAAAAAAAADk/zP4PF771Ujc/s1600-h/fireAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375462693507791122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/Spl61t3leRI/AAAAAAAAADk/zP4PF771Ujc/s320/fireAngel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Sinto o calor…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Aquele calor que percorre pensamentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Sim, aquele que voa entre os nossos ideais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Sensação única que, se apodera,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Como algo vitalício…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Agora a vida não nos prende por atitudes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Por comportamentos, por acções, objectivos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Prende-nos sim por este calor, que passa deixando o rasto terno e especial em todo o corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Agora a vida prende-nos a um único objectivo: não deixar esta tão bondosa situação cessar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Não arrefecer como espírito positivo, rumo à felicidade e amor eterno, que todos (os bons aproveitadores da vida) têm direito de assumir…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Eu sinto-o… até ao dia de todo o sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Face ao tempo que vai do “para lá do Futuro” até aos dias contados sem o mítico relógio… o tic-tac constante que não deixa fruir momentos, alegrias, sentimentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Como mero aproveitador desde momento que vai em busca do para sempre, conservarei o calor… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Este acto, quando bem feito, emerge e percorre todos os pensamentos, todo o corpo, todos os ideais a cumprir, e faz-nos sentir que o passado é um mero acaso… que o presente é apenas o aquecer para um futuro próximo da perfeição…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;Próximo deste calor…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 14pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-620265414225451903?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/620265414225451903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=620265414225451903' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/620265414225451903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/620265414225451903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/sensacoes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/Spl61t3leRI/AAAAAAAAADk/zP4PF771Ujc/s72-c/fireAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4961901162987254950</id><published>2009-08-14T02:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:41:17.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imensidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SoS_VmWXfjI/AAAAAAAAADc/LXa0NDfK3-g/s1600-h/touch_me__by_esjot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369627033524993586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SoS_VmWXfjI/AAAAAAAAADc/LXa0NDfK3-g/s320/touch_me__by_esjot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinto o imenso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Percorre-me lentamente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Percorre-me intensamente, sem nada a perder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinto o calor no teu sorriso a cada instante, sinto o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paro e penso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Liberto esta força que me percorre ao sorrir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;para ti e por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinto o toque...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Emerge a imensidão disfarçada de amor e felicidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Possuo-te e deparo que o real é unicamente este disfarce, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Que o real é o amor e felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Só isso, nada mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinto a união, a união do imenso com a minha alegria, com o meu corpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Selado ao amor que me percorre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amo o imenso e no imenso fico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para todo o sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-4961901162987254950?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4961901162987254950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=4961901162987254950' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4961901162987254950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4961901162987254950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/imensidao.html' title='Imensidão...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SoS_VmWXfjI/AAAAAAAAADc/LXa0NDfK3-g/s72-c/touch_me__by_esjot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4921245388275461314</id><published>2009-08-12T13:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:25:29.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ver o Mundo com outros olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SoKz255r7rI/AAAAAAAAADU/sBaP74uBxQs/s1600-h/AnotherWorld_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369051461616135858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SoKz255r7rI/AAAAAAAAADU/sBaP74uBxQs/s320/AnotherWorld_Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                  12 de Dezembro de 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dentro deste pequeno globo, onde todas as notícias chegam das mais rápidas e variadas maneiras, existem diversas prespectivas de encarar o Mundo. Existem, espalhados por esta pequena vila, deversos olhos que vêem a vida cada um à sua maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois bem, eu estou desta forma a tentar expor num texto a minha prespectiva de ver este pequeno Mundo de quem já estou tão cansado... Poderiam pensar que sou velho, que já passei por imensos problemas, que tenho alguma doença, mas não, sou simplesmente uma das pessoas que já viu o que é viver, encarando todas as drogas que nos metem em frente dos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperarei, pois, que alguém com uma infinidade de poder, replecto de branquidão, trajado formalmente, me retire defronte dos olhos a tela que tive até agora, me perguntando o que tanto repetiu por estes slides fora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi para isto que tu quiseste viver? Para teres este papel tão insignificante que é ver através dum plano de vida fictício, de onde gozo diversas maneiras de ver o Mundo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: -1.35pt; MARGIN: 0cm 77.9pt 0pt 0cm; tab-stops: 405.0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De uma coisa o senhor soberano tem de estar agradecido. De eu lhe propocionar assistir a esta tão bela maneira de viver e, de certo modo, aprender um pouco mais comigo. Não me levantarei da cadeira de espectador, pois tenho o grande interesse de experimentar mais uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiago Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-4921245388275461314?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4921245388275461314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=4921245388275461314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4921245388275461314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4921245388275461314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/ver-o-mundo-com-outros-olhos.html' title='Ver o Mundo com outros olhos...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SoKz255r7rI/AAAAAAAAADU/sBaP74uBxQs/s72-c/AnotherWorld_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-932949903412286989</id><published>2009-08-06T20:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:28:31.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Floresta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SnsqtImbgII/AAAAAAAAADM/wKpoupAyKzI/s1600-h/4284floresta%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930335833227394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SnsqtImbgII/AAAAAAAAADM/wKpoupAyKzI/s320/4284floresta%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Na floresta&lt;br /&gt;Estão árvores, sempre unidas&lt;br /&gt;Com valores enraizados...&lt;br /&gt;Todas com as suas particularidades, tão complexas&lt;br /&gt;Umas servem de ninho, ao abrigo de todos,&lt;br /&gt;Outras só de alguns..&lt;br /&gt;Outras gritando protecção, para os perigos que o escuro trás&lt;br /&gt;Umas sussurram o que avistam, outras observam&lt;br /&gt;Todas se alimentam&lt;br /&gt;E todas se unem com unhas e dentes...&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam de ter os seus defeitos, as suas "quedas"&lt;br /&gt;Mas a união traz força e o apoio preserva este grande sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-no tão natural!&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um grupo pré-concebido...&lt;br /&gt;Como se tivessem de agir deste tão saudável modo, para sobreviver...&lt;br /&gt;Quando só, nao deixa de ser uma árvore...&lt;br /&gt;Mas é apenas, uma árvore...&lt;br /&gt;Não traz consigo a Natureza de coisas que se conquista em grupo&lt;br /&gt;Não traz consigo momentos alegres, momentos tristes, apoio, protecção&lt;br /&gt;O olhar pela outra....&lt;br /&gt;Não traz a visão simples e clara...&lt;br /&gt;Da Floresta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-932949903412286989?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/932949903412286989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=932949903412286989' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/932949903412286989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/932949903412286989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/floresta.html' title='A Floresta'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SnsqtImbgII/AAAAAAAAADM/wKpoupAyKzI/s72-c/4284floresta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-3148537557368665517</id><published>2009-08-06T17:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:23:13.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma boa realidade do meu signo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SnsDLDvVv8I/AAAAAAAAADE/wprUQKYjmHY/s1600-h/arcano42%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SnsDLDvVv8I/AAAAAAAAADE/wprUQKYjmHY/s320/arcano42%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366886869459386306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carta:6 de Espadas &lt;br /&gt;Exercitando a racionalidade pura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após tanta turbulência emocional, Tiago, o Tarot nos informa, a partir do arcano 6 de Espadas, que é chegado o momento de exercitar a racionalidade e agir com inteligência lúcida. A voz do coração, neste momento, se encontra prejudicada, de modo que você precisará exercitar o poder da mente e a capacidade do julgamento lógico e imparcial. Ainda que a imparcialidade total seja algo impossível, só o fato de você tentar já garante tranqüilidade à sua alma. Procure, neste momento, afastar-se de turbilhonante rotina, permita-se conhecer outras pessoas, outras opiniões e lugares. Areje a mente para que lhe seja possível compreender os fatos a partir de um viés mais amplo. Esta amplitude de pontos de vista fará toda a diferença num momento crucial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselho: Use a razão e procure se afastar da rotina para poder enxergar as coisas de uma forma mais completa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-3148537557368665517?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3148537557368665517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=3148537557368665517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3148537557368665517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3148537557368665517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2009/08/mais-uma-boa-realidade-do-meu-signo.html' title='Mais uma boa realidade do meu signo...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/SnsDLDvVv8I/AAAAAAAAADE/wprUQKYjmHY/s72-c/arcano42%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4647337176002113873</id><published>2009-08-05T04:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:03:38.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu signo ... em cheio, ou nao acham?</title><content type='html'>Hoje, pela noite, abro o meu tão "usado" Outlook e deparo-me com o meu signo...&lt;br /&gt;Tao certo, como todos os commments que tenho postado por aqui. Faz-me bem escrever, nao o fazia à muitoo tempoooo...Serve como ajuda a mim mesmo. Ora vejam se não conhecem uma pessoa assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lua começa a gradualmente entrar em sua fase cheia, entre os dias 04/08 (Hoje) e 06/08, adentrando a décima-primeira casa do seu mapa astral, Tiago. Nesta fase, você se volta mais para seus amigos, e para as necessidades deles: o que eles estão precisando, neste momento? De que forma você poderia ajuda-los mais? Você notará que sua presença está sendo mais requisitada, e até mesmo apreciará a sensação de sentir-se útil e importante, desempenhando atos altruísticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo ao critério de cada um... humildade intelectual é uma coisa muito boa de se ter...e aprecio-a com unhas e garras (mais agora xD). 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acham?'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-199717144914018796</id><published>2009-08-05T03:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:05:05.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontra-me...</title><content type='html'>Tão perto por vezes&lt;br /&gt;Distante por momentos ...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te no olhar a longa caminhada avizinhada &lt;br /&gt;Percorre-o e volta!&lt;br /&gt;Volta para onde te querem e onde te adoram&lt;br /&gt;Volta para onde te compreendem e te amam...&lt;br /&gt;Assume-me e volta...&lt;br /&gt;Fácil falar não é ?&lt;br /&gt;Agir seria coisa certa&lt;br /&gt;O medo avizinha-se, certezas sao poucas&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te com facilidade no tempo..&lt;br /&gt;Percorre-o e volta!&lt;br /&gt;Volta com esse olhar&lt;br /&gt;Prespectivando-o para a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-te feliz, posso?&lt;br /&gt;Vai, percorre-o...&lt;br /&gt;Mas volta depressa...&lt;br /&gt;Nao te deixes cair, como se nao soubesses fazer mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-te capaz&lt;br /&gt;Ama-te,&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te, posso?&lt;br /&gt;Perde o momento, deslarga a oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;Percorre tudo isso e volta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-199717144914018796?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/199717144914018796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=199717144914018796' title='1 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4086927913692902346</id><published>2009-08-04T01:52:00.043+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:26:47.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.estradar.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/xeque-mate.jpg" width="264" height="217" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;05 de Maio de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse teu olhar terno e jeito mimado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedindo beijos de despedida, pela manhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Após teres criado vês o fruto de um grande trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E sorris, desse jeito que só tu o sabes fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agradeces com o olhar... ao veres cada traço que criaste em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lutar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lutar pela única pesssoa que me ensinou a caminhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto o frio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O oposto daquele tao caloroso colo junto à braseira, lembraste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No calor do teu negro xaile de lã, que me adormecerá para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto o frio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este frio de despedida pensando que nos separa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leva o teu corpo... esse teu frágil corpo que tanto me encobriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tua pele fina e macia que tanto me reconfortou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os teus olhos que me ofereceram a visão de tudo, sim eu vi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhei, amor... conforme me pediste... olhei para o teu adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este frio que te reparte, nao consegue levar o que de tão bom tens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nao consegue levar o menino que criaste para junto dele.... quase conseguiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim me acompanhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dando o calor, a visão, o corpo.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dando o sorrir, ao lembrar-me de "si" e dos "seus" feitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto o teu cheiro, o teu toque....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto que me olhas, sabias? Sinto o ar leve e puro que deixas, quando me observas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por continuares a seguir cada passo que dou, desse teu jeito inconfundivel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ensinando-me a encarar o frio como agradavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Necessário à minha caminhada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pela vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-4086927913692902346?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-3722920396856657018</id><published>2008-05-28T20:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:55:04.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apreciem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lost without you - Robert Thickie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me how you love me more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how you think I'm sexy babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you don't want nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't want this guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't want that guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouch yourself when you see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me how you love my body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how I make you feel babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wanna roll with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wanna hold with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wanna stay warm and get out of the cold with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just love to hear you say it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes a man feel good baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me you depend on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to hear it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, you're the perfect shape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, you're the perfect weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Treat me like my birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want it this way I want it that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me you don't want me to stop [don't stop] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me it would break your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you love me in all my dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wanna roll with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou wanna hold with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wanna make eyes and get on to work with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just love to hear you say it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes a man feel good baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Bridge:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause you been tellin me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every morning oOoooOo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh darlin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does it feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OOo ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, right baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh darlin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooo OoO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooo baby Alright, alright, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-3722920396856657018?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3722920396856657018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=3722920396856657018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3722920396856657018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3722920396856657018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2008/05/apreciem.html' title='Apreciem....'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-3470246936897613182</id><published>2008-05-18T18:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:43:06.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é que se esquece que tem um blog!? Já estamos em 2008 pahh!!! LOOOL</title><content type='html'>Oi pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, deixei isto aqi´às moscas e vocês não me lembram deste pormenor ne ?! ?! Não é que eu tenha muito tempo livre mas ajuda a passar este Domingo um pouco secante e cheio d merdas para arrumar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom tenho que por aqui umas fotos da nossa passagem de ano.... da festa de anos da Martinha.... da festa d anos da Dulce.... do nosso fim de semana na Mina de Sao Domingos! Enfim... fica já aqi prometido ...me aguarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TikO *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-3470246936897613182?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/3470246936897613182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=3470246936897613182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3470246936897613182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/3470246936897613182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-que-se-esquece-que-tem-um-blog-j.html' title='Quem é que se esquece que tem um blog!? Já estamos em 2008 pahh!!! LOOOL'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4859546166431085571</id><published>2007-06-15T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:14:16.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais apoio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnPT88osYgI/AAAAAAAAABU/UZ-QtVBnLwo/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076634248999100930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnPT88osYgI/AAAAAAAAABU/UZ-QtVBnLwo/s320/PICT0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É assim pessoal...se não começarem a aparecer a deixar uns commentzinhos....esta m*r*a vai ser delectada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lolololol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje não tou com muita inspiração. Aliás, com três exames para estudar não poderia escrever mais que isto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh e que tal também darem um saltinho ao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tikkko.hi5.com/"&gt;http://tikkko.hi5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TikO *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-4859546166431085571?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/4859546166431085571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=4859546166431085571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4859546166431085571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/4859546166431085571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Mais apoio!'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnPT88osYgI/AAAAAAAAABU/UZ-QtVBnLwo/s72-c/PICT0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-896680712240840032</id><published>2007-06-14T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:51:49.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCURAM SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCP8osYeI/AAAAAAAAABE/P60zDXcLgHk/s1600-h/omfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699990533005794" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCP8osYeI/AAAAAAAAABE/P60zDXcLgHk/s200/omfg.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCQMosYfI/AAAAAAAAABM/nZDOp7QlF2c/s1600-h/Photo0248-alt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699994827973106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCQMosYfI/AAAAAAAAABM/nZDOp7QlF2c/s200/Photo0248-alt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_MosYZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8VZPun1Ptq0/s1600-h/gala+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699702770196882" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_MosYZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8VZPun1Ptq0/s200/gala+034.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_cosYaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sVMcgcorNlM/s1600-h/gala+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699707065164194" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="159" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_cosYaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sVMcgcorNlM/s200/gala+035.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_sosYbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MaSak6rBU3w/s1600-h/gala+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699711360131506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_sosYbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MaSak6rBU3w/s200/gala+047.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_8osYcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WE9FSMzTuEE/s1600-h/gala+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699715655098818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCB_8osYcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WE9FSMzTuEE/s200/gala+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCAMosYdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rwnGFCy0azg/s1600-h/gala+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075699719950066130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCAMosYdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rwnGFCy0azg/s200/gala+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;PROCURAM-SE VIVOS OU MORTOS; DÁ-SE RECOMPENSA A QUEM OS ACHAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;SITIOS MAIS PROVAVEIS: CANTINHO NA ESSA, HK, PAO QUENTE, CAFÉ DO PISTACHIO OU OUTROS SITIOS CONSIDERADOS AUTENTICOS ALTERNES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/987635368232757553-896680712240840032?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/896680712240840032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=896680712240840032' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/896680712240840032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/896680712240840032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/procuram-se.html' title='PROCURAM SE'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/RnCCP8osYeI/AAAAAAAAABE/P60zDXcLgHk/s72-c/omfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-9147877523144217682</id><published>2007-06-12T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:53:19.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente noticias melhores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Enfim....posso me considerar felizardo. Considerando que a minha velhota chegou hoje a casa! Teve alta um dia após o seu internamento! Isto para a minha avó é quase um milagre, assim como para mim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Já consigo estudar um pouco mais descansado para os exames que se aproximam...Português e Matemática...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/Rm8ikcosYYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H89wgv2F4oI/s1600-h/gala+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075313314627346818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/Rm8ikcosYYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H89wgv2F4oI/s320/gala+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;À coisa de 10 minutos tive a ver um video que só revela a verdadeira amizade que consigo conquistar nas pessoas...Uma foto montagem com todos os momentos vividos da nossa MALTINHA DO CANTINHO que tanto curto..Se tiver oportunidade/consguir, irá ser postado aqui no meu blog (QUE IRÁ TER INCLUIDAS MUITAS OUTRAS COISAS COM O TEMPO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A sério Ana ...tava um grande espectaculo...adrt ********+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TikO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987635368232757553-9147877523144217682?l=cenasdotiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/feeds/9147877523144217682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987635368232757553&amp;postID=9147877523144217682' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/9147877523144217682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987635368232757553/posts/default/9147877523144217682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cenasdotiko.blogspot.com/2007/06/apreciem.html' title='Finalmente noticias melhores...'/><author><name>TikO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12724522363834114087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GuZubkHDMeo/Rm8ikcosYYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H89wgv2F4oI/s72-c/gala+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987635368232757553.post-4436322455202946629</id><published>2007-06-11T23:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:38:48.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu cantinho...</title><content type='html'>Dou por mim a criar um Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para falar de tudo o que me possa vir à cabeça: amigos, o meu estado se espírito...cenas que se vão passando..de tudo um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utilizarei este blog com a finalidade de não falar para o ar... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento posso começar a dizer que tenho a minha avó internada no hospital do Barreiro com o coração um pouco descontrolado...e uma falta de ar...a idade e o tempo não perdoam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixou me num stress dizerem me que vai ter que ficar por lá sob observação....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentem ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tikkko.hi5.com/"&gt;http://tikkko.hi5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiKo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074941078401737074" style="DISPLAY: block; 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